Chapter 1369 Following me is a very dangerous thing

Finished!

The moment the young Professor Brian glanced over, the three little wizards from later generations had the same thought in their minds!

His sore legs couldn't support his body, and Harry gritted his teeth desperately to prevent himself from falling.

He shouldn't have been so optimistic as to think that the young Professor Brain didn't have the ability to see through the disguise of the invisibility cloak!
Harry could feel that Ron's body was slowly sliding down beside him, and Hermione, who was pressing against him, was trembling all over!

Fortunately-
Amosta raised his eyebrows in confusion, and then his eyes moved away from the door frame. He wandered aimlessly in front of Snape's office, in the corridor where there was nowhere to hide.

"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Snape, who had been chasing him, gasped. He looked left and right in the dim corridor with a suspicious look in his eyes.

"nothing--"

There was a moment of silence, then Amosta shrugged.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me, Professor?"

Snape pursed his thin lips, his chest filled with anger. He looked at Amosta, whose eyes were filled with coldness that kept people at a distance, and helplessness appeared in the depths of his dark pupils.
"Don't give Dumbledore any more leverage over you, Amosta—"

The cold wind that poured into the gloomy basement roared through the narrow corridor, causing the torches to flicker, and the shadow of Amosta cast on the wall by the fire was distorted from time to time.

"I understand, Professor Snape."

There was a long silence, and then a slight ripple appeared in Amosta's brown eyes. He nodded and turned and left.

Snape stood there for a long time, staring at his back as it disappeared around the corner. After a deep sigh, he turned back to the office, picked up his suitcase, locked the door and left.

Under the Disillusionment Charm, Harry couldn't see the expressions of Hermione and Ron.

But he bet that their faces must be terribly ugly.

"right now we."

Harry's voice was a little breathless, but Hermione punched his arm and told him to shut up.

Buzz--
The coin floated out from Ron's clenched palm again and floated forward.

"Walk--"

Hermione's lips moved, only one word came out.

After the shock they had just experienced, the three of them no longer dared to venture forward. They unfolded their invisibility cloaks in front of them as if they were shields.

Although this action is laborious and ridiculous, they are willing to do it as long as it can increase the chance of not being exposed even a little bit.

It seems that young Professor Brain still doesn't follow the rules.

The glowing red coin led them not to the Slytherin common room but to the ground.

They found Professor Brian again in the corridor to the right of the lobby on the first floor.

He leaned against the corridor with his back to them, his head tilted against the pillar, facing the dark campus, his face expressionless.

In the yard, a man holding a glowing magic wand was striding away from the castle.

Amosta kept watching Snape until he left through the big iron gate and his back disappeared into the endless darkness.

As if petrified, Amosta remained in that position motionless.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned against the cold rock wall. The invisibility cloaks held up by their hands were no match for the gusts of cold wind that were as sharp as a knife.

But compared to the physical pain they suffered, the lonely figure of young Professor Brain made them feel more sentimental.

Before this, they had wondered why a wizard like Professor Blaine would be on good terms with Snape.

And now, with just this brief glimpse into history, they understand a little.

Harry sighed silently.

I'm afraid that for Professor Blaine at that time, Snape was the only person in the school who could make him feel warm.

He was born in a Muggle orphanage, and the noble Slytherin masters and ladies would never look down on him. Of course, if he performed better, he might be able to gain the respect of his classmates.

However, perhaps out of the insecurity of a sensitive teenager, he still tried his best to hide himself.

The discussions of the portraits in the other three colleges, especially Gryffindor, explained everything. No wonder she always felt that the atmosphere between Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore was a little subtle.

Hermione thought sadly.

Professor Dumbledore's wariness of young Professor Blaine may be due to the shadow cast by the Dark Lord.

He is very old, and if another wizard like the Dark Lord appears in Slytherin, he will be unable to deal with it.

The gap between the two people can actually be eased through dialogue, but the problem is that neither of them is the kind of wizard who will easily open their hearts.

"Humph--"

Inexplicably, Amosta, who was leaning against the porch, snorted coldly, retracted his gaze, stood up straight, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robe.

Harry suddenly realized something.

They didn't have to hide from Professor Brain. They traveled through time and space just to find him. As long as -
It's OK as long as their conversation with Professor Brian is not interrupted by irrelevant people!
So is this a good place?

Harry glanced around out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help feeling discouraged.

In a picture frame not far away, there was a portrait looking at Professor Braine curiously. According to Professor Dumbledore's reminder, all the portraits of people in the school were his spies.

Harry thought Professor Brain was going to go back to the common room, but instead he walked into the entrance hall, seemingly preparing to leave the castle.
This is surprising.

It had only been twenty days since he had broken into the Forbidden Forest at night and been attacked. Moreover, Snape had so sincerely warned him not to cause trouble, but he still planned to take the risk of going for a late-night stroll in the Forbidden Forest?

"I wouldn't leave the castle if I were you, Brian—"

The sudden sound startled Harry and he immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from. When the face of the man standing on the second-floor platform came into view, he took a breath.

Beside him, Ron's eyes widened and his fists clenched.

It’s Bill, Bill who is about the same age as they are now!
Bill, a fifth-grade student, has hair that is noticeably longer than the average boy's.

He was wearing a white sweater unique to the Weasley family. He had one hand in his pocket and with the other hand, he was playing with his prefect badge on his fingertips. His chic posture made Harry couldn't help but admire him in his heart!
Bill looked down at Amosta standing in the hallway with a complicated expression.

Amosta was not as surprised by Bill's sudden appearance as Harry and the other two thought.

He turned around calmly and looked at Bill indifferently.

"Why, Dumbledore sent you to spy on me, Bill Weasley?"

"I was only doing my job as a prefect, Brian—"

Bill scratched his head. His tone was not so sharp, but rather a little helpless.

"But if you insist on leaving the castle late at night, I know I can't beat you, but I can still go to the Owlery and write a letter to Professor Dumbledore."

Amosta was silent, and his eyes were obviously gloomy.

"This is for your own good, Brian—"

Bill sighed and said,
"You're still in detention, aren't you? The shock of that incident hasn't completely subsided. Hagrid patrols the Forbidden Forest every night. I'm sure you don't want to be caught by him."

From some distance, Harry seemed to sense that young Professor Brain was hesitating about something.

Suddenly there was a light laugh, and the tense atmosphere between the two people dissipated.

"Does that mean--"

Amosta's face changed, and the smiling face looked more like the Professor Brian they were familiar with.

"If I don't leave the castle, you will leave me alone while I wander around the castle?"

Amosta smiled at Bill.

Bill looked even more helpless, but finally, he nodded.
"As long as you don't leave the castle."

"That's it, then—"

Amosta nodded, and under Bill's gaze, he went up the stairs from the other side. Before his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, he paused and smiled at Bill.

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of friendly advice, Bill Weasley. Following me is a very dangerous thing. If you don't want to spend the rest of your vacation in the school hospital, then go back to the Gryffindor dormitory and sleep." (End of this chapter)