Chapter 223 Blocking the Gun
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 223 Blocking the Gun
In the weeks following the Quidditch match, Hogwarts was uneventful.
Except for Professor Brian, who has become the director of the Student Safety Office, and the big scary Patronus that he made on the Quidditch field is a hot topic, the rest are trivial matters.
For example, because Neville lost his wand, he has never been able to get it back. Professor McGonagall mobilized the entire Gryffindor boys to help Neville look for it in the common room and dormitory, but found nothing, so there was nothing he could do. Professor McGonagall could only write a letter to Neville's grandma. As a result, during breakfast one day, Neville received another roaring letter from his grandma. The scary old lady's voice in the letter scared many people that night. The little wizard had a nightmare.
"...if you can't get your father's wand back, never get it back!"
Looking at the quiet auditorium and Longbottom who was sobbing softly, Amosta, who was sitting at the staff table, softened his heart. After a moment of contemplation, he took out another spare wand from his pocket and handed it to Professor McGonagall,
"Mr. Longbottom probably won't get that wand back—"
Amostar said to Professor McGonagall,
"I have a spare here, please give it to Mr. Longbottom, during the Christmas holiday, he can go to Ollivander to buy a new one by himself—"
"That's the only way to do it, Amosta."
Professor McGonagall said sullenly, "I have never understood why this child always loses everything."
"If you knew how Longbottom behaved in my class, Minerva."
Snape let out a sneer, "Then you won't be surprised about it."
"The kid is excellent, Severus—"
Sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupine, who looked much better, stretched his head and smiled gently, "He has been doing well in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you just need to encourage and encourage—"
"indeed so."
Professor Sprout also joined the topic, "Longbottom is very talented in herbal medicine. You may not believe it, but I think Mr. Longbottom's level of herbal medicine is enough to pass the OWLS grade examination. to excellent results."
"Find out the reason yourself, Professor Snape."
Amosta squinted at Snape, whose face was darkened, and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, Amosta—"
Professor Flitwick pointed at the wand that Amostar had just pulled out, and said in a shrill voice,
"As far as I know, apart from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, there are very few wizards who prepare two wands for themselves!"
"Ah, it's just a personal habit—"
Amosta said calmly.
"You must stay away from that curse!"
At the end of breakfast, Professor Trelawney, who had been in a state of sleepwalking, stood up abruptly, jingling the beads around her neck, looking through the heavy frame, and said to Amosta nervously,
"My third eye tells me that darkness...death lurks in it!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall said coldly,
"I'm afraid you forgot, Sybil, when Amosta was in the third grade, he had already predicted his death once!"
Professor Trelawney didn't seem to bother to argue, she raised her head proudly and walked away.
In addition to Neville's matter, the little wizards are also discussing why their beloved principal has gone during this time. In the past, Principal Dumbledore would often disappear for a while during the semester, but would appear again soon. Dining with all the faculty and staff with a smile, it is rare to see people for two or three weeks in a row.
The match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff at the end of November ended in Ravenclaw's victory, which greatly relieved Professor McGonagall, who had been worried about this for a while, because it meant that Greg Ryffindor will still have a chance to be resurrected.
After the game, on the way back to the castle, Professor McGonagall couldn't restrain the smile on his face. To be honest, although he had been in this school for seven years, Amosta really didn't know that Professor McGonagall was also an avid fan.
"Are you free tomorrow, Amostar?"
Several professors walked together, and Professor McGonagall seemed to have suddenly remembered something, she said to Amosta.
"Would you like to buy me a drink, Professor McGonagall?"
"If it's to celebrate that Gryffindor isn't out, Minerva—"
Professor Flitwick, who just won a game, trotted with a smile to keep up with the pace of the crowd,
"I think you should get on with me, after all, thanks to Ravenclaw's efforts."
"It's not me who wants to treat you, Felius—"
Professor McGonagall held his wizard hat and said angrily,
"The Minister of Magic sent Albus a letter, hoping that he could persuade Amosta to put back those dementors from the Ministry of Magic, and then Albus sent the letter to me unopened. ,so--"
Amosta nodded knowingly.
Fudge probably met Dumbledore when, and learned about his attitude from Dumbledore, so he didn't approach him directly, and Dumbledore was also unwilling to help Fudge as a lobbyist, especially, he I also don't want to see those dementors appear at Hogwarts.
"What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"
Amostar asked casually, "I mean, place those dementors around Hogwarts."
Regarding this issue, there is actually nothing to say. No professor wants to have a group of monsters wandering around the school that may get out of control at any time and suck the brains of a little wizard dry. But then, at night, Amosta went to Snape When Professor Na dropped by, he got a pertinent proposal.
"The number of those dementors needs to be reduced, Amostar,"
Snape, who was grading the thesis, heard this question, looked at Amosta who was admiring the glass specimen jars on the whole wall with a blank expression, and said,
"Once so many dementors get out of control, few people in the school can control the situation in time."
"so--"
Amostar pouted irresistibly and said, "Do you think I should agree to keep some dementors?"
"Unless you want to show off, Amosta, I don't see why you'd want to fight the Ministry," said Snape, sneering.
"Since our great Headmaster Dumbledore failed to prevent the Ministry of Magic from planting dementors around the school before, and, in fact, he could communicate with Fudge about this matter, but now he handed Fudge's letter to Minerva, asking Mi Leva arranged for you to meet Fudge, can't you see, Amosta, that Dumbledore wants to push you out.
I think this kind of thing may happen more and more in the future. Dumbledore is probably planning to let you be the communication channel between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, so that he doesn't have to offend people. "
Amosta clenched the two fists on his back, his tone was quite emotional,
"You must have suffered a lot from Dumbledore to understand 'it' so well, Professor."
Snape didn't point out the mistakes in Amosta's wording. He lowered his head and looked at the thesis on psychedelic drugs on the table. After that, he said to Amosta angrily,
"Draco's grades have plummeted since the last time you punished him for cleaning the owl shack. You can look at this pile of garbage, Amosta, I almost said it was Longbottom's homework!"
Punish Draco?
Hearing this, Amosta came over, stared at the papers on the table twice, and showed a disgusted expression, but punishing Draco for sweeping the shed
Oh, Amostar connected the joints, probably, the little guys in Slytherin blamed Draco for losing the game, so they jointly excluded him.
"I've always felt that the kids in our college are a little too unkind." Amosta smacked his lips and said, "Do you need me to appease Draco?"
"You know Slytherin, Amostar,"
Professor Snape inserted the quill into the inkwell and said coldly,
"He can only rely on his own strength to get out of the current predicament. If you intervene, his situation will only get worse."
(End of this chapter)
In the weeks following the Quidditch match, Hogwarts was uneventful.
Except for Professor Brian, who has become the director of the Student Safety Office, and the big scary Patronus that he made on the Quidditch field is a hot topic, the rest are trivial matters.
For example, because Neville lost his wand, he has never been able to get it back. Professor McGonagall mobilized the entire Gryffindor boys to help Neville look for it in the common room and dormitory, but found nothing, so there was nothing he could do. Professor McGonagall could only write a letter to Neville's grandma. As a result, during breakfast one day, Neville received another roaring letter from his grandma. The scary old lady's voice in the letter scared many people that night. The little wizard had a nightmare.
"...if you can't get your father's wand back, never get it back!"
Looking at the quiet auditorium and Longbottom who was sobbing softly, Amosta, who was sitting at the staff table, softened his heart. After a moment of contemplation, he took out another spare wand from his pocket and handed it to Professor McGonagall,
"Mr. Longbottom probably won't get that wand back—"
Amostar said to Professor McGonagall,
"I have a spare here, please give it to Mr. Longbottom, during the Christmas holiday, he can go to Ollivander to buy a new one by himself—"
"That's the only way to do it, Amosta."
Professor McGonagall said sullenly, "I have never understood why this child always loses everything."
"If you knew how Longbottom behaved in my class, Minerva."
Snape let out a sneer, "Then you won't be surprised about it."
"The kid is excellent, Severus—"
Sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupine, who looked much better, stretched his head and smiled gently, "He has been doing well in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you just need to encourage and encourage—"
"indeed so."
Professor Sprout also joined the topic, "Longbottom is very talented in herbal medicine. You may not believe it, but I think Mr. Longbottom's level of herbal medicine is enough to pass the OWLS grade examination. to excellent results."
"Find out the reason yourself, Professor Snape."
Amosta squinted at Snape, whose face was darkened, and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, Amosta—"
Professor Flitwick pointed at the wand that Amostar had just pulled out, and said in a shrill voice,
"As far as I know, apart from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, there are very few wizards who prepare two wands for themselves!"
"Ah, it's just a personal habit—"
Amosta said calmly.
"You must stay away from that curse!"
At the end of breakfast, Professor Trelawney, who had been in a state of sleepwalking, stood up abruptly, jingling the beads around her neck, looking through the heavy frame, and said to Amosta nervously,
"My third eye tells me that darkness...death lurks in it!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but Professor McGonagall said coldly,
"I'm afraid you forgot, Sybil, when Amosta was in the third grade, he had already predicted his death once!"
Professor Trelawney didn't seem to bother to argue, she raised her head proudly and walked away.
In addition to Neville's matter, the little wizards are also discussing why their beloved principal has gone during this time. In the past, Principal Dumbledore would often disappear for a while during the semester, but would appear again soon. Dining with all the faculty and staff with a smile, it is rare to see people for two or three weeks in a row.
The match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff at the end of November ended in Ravenclaw's victory, which greatly relieved Professor McGonagall, who had been worried about this for a while, because it meant that Greg Ryffindor will still have a chance to be resurrected.
After the game, on the way back to the castle, Professor McGonagall couldn't restrain the smile on his face. To be honest, although he had been in this school for seven years, Amosta really didn't know that Professor McGonagall was also an avid fan.
"Are you free tomorrow, Amostar?"
Several professors walked together, and Professor McGonagall seemed to have suddenly remembered something, she said to Amosta.
"Would you like to buy me a drink, Professor McGonagall?"
"If it's to celebrate that Gryffindor isn't out, Minerva—"
Professor Flitwick, who just won a game, trotted with a smile to keep up with the pace of the crowd,
"I think you should get on with me, after all, thanks to Ravenclaw's efforts."
"It's not me who wants to treat you, Felius—"
Professor McGonagall held his wizard hat and said angrily,
"The Minister of Magic sent Albus a letter, hoping that he could persuade Amosta to put back those dementors from the Ministry of Magic, and then Albus sent the letter to me unopened. ,so--"
Amosta nodded knowingly.
Fudge probably met Dumbledore when, and learned about his attitude from Dumbledore, so he didn't approach him directly, and Dumbledore was also unwilling to help Fudge as a lobbyist, especially, he I also don't want to see those dementors appear at Hogwarts.
"What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"
Amostar asked casually, "I mean, place those dementors around Hogwarts."
Regarding this issue, there is actually nothing to say. No professor wants to have a group of monsters wandering around the school that may get out of control at any time and suck the brains of a little wizard dry. But then, at night, Amosta went to Snape When Professor Na dropped by, he got a pertinent proposal.
"The number of those dementors needs to be reduced, Amostar,"
Snape, who was grading the thesis, heard this question, looked at Amosta who was admiring the glass specimen jars on the whole wall with a blank expression, and said,
"Once so many dementors get out of control, few people in the school can control the situation in time."
"so--"
Amostar pouted irresistibly and said, "Do you think I should agree to keep some dementors?"
"Unless you want to show off, Amosta, I don't see why you'd want to fight the Ministry," said Snape, sneering.
"Since our great Headmaster Dumbledore failed to prevent the Ministry of Magic from planting dementors around the school before, and, in fact, he could communicate with Fudge about this matter, but now he handed Fudge's letter to Minerva, asking Mi Leva arranged for you to meet Fudge, can't you see, Amosta, that Dumbledore wants to push you out.
I think this kind of thing may happen more and more in the future. Dumbledore is probably planning to let you be the communication channel between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, so that he doesn't have to offend people. "
Amosta clenched the two fists on his back, his tone was quite emotional,
"You must have suffered a lot from Dumbledore to understand 'it' so well, Professor."
Snape didn't point out the mistakes in Amosta's wording. He lowered his head and looked at the thesis on psychedelic drugs on the table. After that, he said to Amosta angrily,
"Draco's grades have plummeted since the last time you punished him for cleaning the owl shack. You can look at this pile of garbage, Amosta, I almost said it was Longbottom's homework!"
Punish Draco?
Hearing this, Amosta came over, stared at the papers on the table twice, and showed a disgusted expression, but punishing Draco for sweeping the shed
Oh, Amostar connected the joints, probably, the little guys in Slytherin blamed Draco for losing the game, so they jointly excluded him.
"I've always felt that the kids in our college are a little too unkind." Amosta smacked his lips and said, "Do you need me to appease Draco?"
"You know Slytherin, Amostar,"
Professor Snape inserted the quill into the inkwell and said coldly,
"He can only rely on his own strength to get out of the current predicament. If you intervene, his situation will only get worse."
(End of this chapter)
