Chapter 226 Untitled Chapter Chapter
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 226 Untitled Chapters
In the Three Broomsticks bar, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were definitely not the only ones who were eavesdropping on the conversation between Fudge and several Hogwarts staff. The students sitting around were all eavesdropping on their conversations. say.
Some families have relatives who hold important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and the students who have already learned about the relevant information are silent, and some young wizards who have never heard of these things try to keep quiet, but their open mouths betray their hearts. heart.
Amostar was actually standing right behind Hermione, just doing a little trick so people couldn't see him.
Condescendingly watching Ron and Hermione in shock, and under the table, his expression gradually changed from astonishment to silence. Finally, Harry, whose green eyes were full of unforgettable hatred, sighed in his heart.
Fate has an amazing inertia. Even though Amostar's appearance has changed many things invisibly, many things are still going on the original track. Harry finally knows the truth about the murder of his parents back then.
When Professor McGonagall and the others finished chatting about Black, Amosta thought for a while, and he quickly avoided one person after another, and returned to the bar. After 2 minutes, it was as if nothing had happened. Tun Tun appeared in the bar lobby.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Harry, whose expression changed subtly, and Hermione and Ron, whose breathing was frozen when he found himself there. Amosta smiled and walked back to his seat, but did not sit down. , just put the bottle that sealed the dementor directly into Fudge's arms,
"I'm sorry, everyone, it just occurred to me that the house I rented in the village hasn't been cleaned for a while, and I have to deal with it before Christmas."
Afterwards, Amosta left the Three Broomsticks directly.
In just one or two hours, the path between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts has been covered with a snow blanket that is nearly a foot behind. It is not too late at this moment. Few of the little wizards in Hogsmeade returned home for the weekend. Amostar was wading through the snow alone, thinking quietly, what should he do if Harry came to ask him later if he knew these things about his parents? "tactfully" to explain him.
"Everything is going well in school, Professor Blaine!"
When asked if there was any problem, Amosta's loyal subordinate, Hogwarts castle administrator Filch, sniffed his nose and said respectfully.
Although the appearance of the thousand-year-old castle is still majestic and majestic, in fact, after years of erosion, there are many dilapidated places inside. The huge amount of money consumed in daily teaching makes the funds allocated by the school board stretched, and there is not much money to repair the castle. Therefore, when winter comes, there will always be air leaks in the corridors of the school, and the temperature is not much different from the outside.
Although the powerful wizard's reaction to cold and heat is not too obvious, Amosta, who had just walked in the open air for a while, still felt a little stiff in his hands and feet, so he originally went to Remus to ask Harry about his studies. The plan was also canceled by him.
After snapping his fingers to light the flame in the fireplace, Amosta warmed his hands while casually looking at the monitoring screens on the wall.
The cold weather forced all the little wizards who love to walk back to the lounge, only in the library, there are many fifth grade students who are preparing for the 'high school entrance examination'.
On the top floor of the West Tower, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle came out of the dark owl hut. The expressions on the faces of the three were a little stiff. Amosta silently watched them go down the tower and pass through the armor corridor. Finally, enter the Slytherin basement through the passage on the other side of the foyer on the first floor.
"It's been so long and you haven't gotten out of trouble?"
Amosta murmured a little strangely to himself, hesitated for a while, and remembered Professor Snape's warning, Amosta decided not to intervene for the time being.
Things were a bit out of his expectation. He thought that after Harry knew the truth about his parents being killed by Black, he would immediately go back to the castle and rush over to ask if he knew the truth, but Harry didn't do that. No matter where he went for several days, he always had a sullen face.
Another week has passed, and now, there are only two weeks left before the end of the semester. The fact that Dumbledore did not come back did not hinder the increasingly busy Christmas atmosphere in the school. Flitwick, who teaches Charms, The professor has decorated his classroom with colorful lights, and they will turn into real fairies, flapping their wings and flying around the classroom.
For some reason, Hagrid suddenly asked him and Professor McGonagall to leave for a few days at the same time.
Therefore, the job of creating a festive atmosphere for the auditorium naturally fell on Amosta--Filch can be used, but he is really good at doing this kind of work without much magic skills. Not too neat.
The holidays are approaching, and the professors want to let the students relax before Christmas, so, on a Friday night, the little ones who don't have much homework are running around the castle
Or to put it another way, to cause trouble, for a while, a few big dung eggs were thrown in the bathroom on a certain floor, for a while, a little wizard who provoked Peeves was imprisoned in the armor, or for those animals in the castle. The little first-year wizard who was unfamiliar with the stairs accidentally stepped on the air and broke his arm. In short, one night, Filch's mad roar resounded throughout the main castle of Hogwarts.
In order to avoid Filch who was about to rush into his office every once in a while, Amosta went to the library where no one was frequented before the festival to hide quietly, but here, he unexpectedly discovered that Filch was drowning in a large pile of books. Three little ones.
"That's not quite right--"
Amosta clicked his tongue and said,
"I wouldn't be too surprised if it was just Miss Granger, but the three of you are showing up in the library together?"
"It's for Hagrid, Professor Blaine—"
Since Amosta is no longer the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he has seen these little guys a lot less often, especially Hermione and Ron. Except for the occasional meeting and greeting, the two of them have not seen each other for a month or two. I had formally spoken to Professor Brian, so Hermione and Ron were already a little reserved when facing his inquiry.
"The Ministry of Magic has decided to formally accept Lucius Malfoy's lawsuit. The court date will be in April next year. We... want to help him—"
Hermione's eyes were flushed, but there was sadness in her eyes when she looked at her. Amosta understood that this little girl was probably blaming herself, as Hagrid's nominal boss, for not caring about Hagrid's current predicament. ask.
It turned out to be like this. No wonder Hagrid was depressed when he asked for leave that day. He asked a few questions, but Hagrid didn't want to say it, probably because he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
"So, are you trying to help Hagrid prepare a defense?"
Amosta glanced at the dusty files and asked, and after getting an affirmative answer, he nodded,
"Hagrid should be grateful to have friends like you who really think about him."
As he said that, he bypassed them and prepared to walk in the direction of the restricted area.
Ron reminded Hermione in a low voice to shut up, but Hermione was obviously a little dissatisfied with Professor Brian's understatement. She stared at him with righteous indignation, and was about to ask him why he didn't care about his subordinates, but at this moment, she looked sullenly Harry suddenly opened his mouth,
"Professor Blaine!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows, turned around slowly, with a gentle smile on his face,
"What's the matter, Potter, what's the matter?"
"You know those things, don't you?"
At this moment, Ron and Hermione all winked at Harry, hoping that he would shut up, but Harry ignored the reminders, the torches on the wall were reflected in his green eyes, and he gasped slightly. asked
"I mean, my parents died at the hands of Voldemort because of Black's betrayal. You always knew that right. Because you've been chasing down that dirty and smelly traitor!"
It wasn't that there was no one in the library. A young wizard heard Harry call out Voldemort's name. He slid off the stool in fright and sat on the ground looking at it in horror.
call--
"Come to my office and talk—"
After a sigh, Amosta said.
(End of this chapter)
In the Three Broomsticks bar, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were definitely not the only ones who were eavesdropping on the conversation between Fudge and several Hogwarts staff. The students sitting around were all eavesdropping on their conversations. say.
Some families have relatives who hold important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and the students who have already learned about the relevant information are silent, and some young wizards who have never heard of these things try to keep quiet, but their open mouths betray their hearts. heart.
Amostar was actually standing right behind Hermione, just doing a little trick so people couldn't see him.
Condescendingly watching Ron and Hermione in shock, and under the table, his expression gradually changed from astonishment to silence. Finally, Harry, whose green eyes were full of unforgettable hatred, sighed in his heart.
Fate has an amazing inertia. Even though Amostar's appearance has changed many things invisibly, many things are still going on the original track. Harry finally knows the truth about the murder of his parents back then.
When Professor McGonagall and the others finished chatting about Black, Amosta thought for a while, and he quickly avoided one person after another, and returned to the bar. After 2 minutes, it was as if nothing had happened. Tun Tun appeared in the bar lobby.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Harry, whose expression changed subtly, and Hermione and Ron, whose breathing was frozen when he found himself there. Amosta smiled and walked back to his seat, but did not sit down. , just put the bottle that sealed the dementor directly into Fudge's arms,
"I'm sorry, everyone, it just occurred to me that the house I rented in the village hasn't been cleaned for a while, and I have to deal with it before Christmas."
Afterwards, Amosta left the Three Broomsticks directly.
In just one or two hours, the path between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts has been covered with a snow blanket that is nearly a foot behind. It is not too late at this moment. Few of the little wizards in Hogsmeade returned home for the weekend. Amostar was wading through the snow alone, thinking quietly, what should he do if Harry came to ask him later if he knew these things about his parents? "tactfully" to explain him.
"Everything is going well in school, Professor Blaine!"
When asked if there was any problem, Amosta's loyal subordinate, Hogwarts castle administrator Filch, sniffed his nose and said respectfully.
Although the appearance of the thousand-year-old castle is still majestic and majestic, in fact, after years of erosion, there are many dilapidated places inside. The huge amount of money consumed in daily teaching makes the funds allocated by the school board stretched, and there is not much money to repair the castle. Therefore, when winter comes, there will always be air leaks in the corridors of the school, and the temperature is not much different from the outside.
Although the powerful wizard's reaction to cold and heat is not too obvious, Amosta, who had just walked in the open air for a while, still felt a little stiff in his hands and feet, so he originally went to Remus to ask Harry about his studies. The plan was also canceled by him.
After snapping his fingers to light the flame in the fireplace, Amosta warmed his hands while casually looking at the monitoring screens on the wall.
The cold weather forced all the little wizards who love to walk back to the lounge, only in the library, there are many fifth grade students who are preparing for the 'high school entrance examination'.
On the top floor of the West Tower, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle came out of the dark owl hut. The expressions on the faces of the three were a little stiff. Amosta silently watched them go down the tower and pass through the armor corridor. Finally, enter the Slytherin basement through the passage on the other side of the foyer on the first floor.
"It's been so long and you haven't gotten out of trouble?"
Amosta murmured a little strangely to himself, hesitated for a while, and remembered Professor Snape's warning, Amosta decided not to intervene for the time being.
Things were a bit out of his expectation. He thought that after Harry knew the truth about his parents being killed by Black, he would immediately go back to the castle and rush over to ask if he knew the truth, but Harry didn't do that. No matter where he went for several days, he always had a sullen face.
Another week has passed, and now, there are only two weeks left before the end of the semester. The fact that Dumbledore did not come back did not hinder the increasingly busy Christmas atmosphere in the school. Flitwick, who teaches Charms, The professor has decorated his classroom with colorful lights, and they will turn into real fairies, flapping their wings and flying around the classroom.
For some reason, Hagrid suddenly asked him and Professor McGonagall to leave for a few days at the same time.
Therefore, the job of creating a festive atmosphere for the auditorium naturally fell on Amosta--Filch can be used, but he is really good at doing this kind of work without much magic skills. Not too neat.
The holidays are approaching, and the professors want to let the students relax before Christmas, so, on a Friday night, the little ones who don't have much homework are running around the castle
Or to put it another way, to cause trouble, for a while, a few big dung eggs were thrown in the bathroom on a certain floor, for a while, a little wizard who provoked Peeves was imprisoned in the armor, or for those animals in the castle. The little first-year wizard who was unfamiliar with the stairs accidentally stepped on the air and broke his arm. In short, one night, Filch's mad roar resounded throughout the main castle of Hogwarts.
In order to avoid Filch who was about to rush into his office every once in a while, Amosta went to the library where no one was frequented before the festival to hide quietly, but here, he unexpectedly discovered that Filch was drowning in a large pile of books. Three little ones.
"That's not quite right--"
Amosta clicked his tongue and said,
"I wouldn't be too surprised if it was just Miss Granger, but the three of you are showing up in the library together?"
"It's for Hagrid, Professor Blaine—"
Since Amosta is no longer the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he has seen these little guys a lot less often, especially Hermione and Ron. Except for the occasional meeting and greeting, the two of them have not seen each other for a month or two. I had formally spoken to Professor Brian, so Hermione and Ron were already a little reserved when facing his inquiry.
"The Ministry of Magic has decided to formally accept Lucius Malfoy's lawsuit. The court date will be in April next year. We... want to help him—"
Hermione's eyes were flushed, but there was sadness in her eyes when she looked at her. Amosta understood that this little girl was probably blaming herself, as Hagrid's nominal boss, for not caring about Hagrid's current predicament. ask.
It turned out to be like this. No wonder Hagrid was depressed when he asked for leave that day. He asked a few questions, but Hagrid didn't want to say it, probably because he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
"So, are you trying to help Hagrid prepare a defense?"
Amosta glanced at the dusty files and asked, and after getting an affirmative answer, he nodded,
"Hagrid should be grateful to have friends like you who really think about him."
As he said that, he bypassed them and prepared to walk in the direction of the restricted area.
Ron reminded Hermione in a low voice to shut up, but Hermione was obviously a little dissatisfied with Professor Brian's understatement. She stared at him with righteous indignation, and was about to ask him why he didn't care about his subordinates, but at this moment, she looked sullenly Harry suddenly opened his mouth,
"Professor Blaine!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows, turned around slowly, with a gentle smile on his face,
"What's the matter, Potter, what's the matter?"
"You know those things, don't you?"
At this moment, Ron and Hermione all winked at Harry, hoping that he would shut up, but Harry ignored the reminders, the torches on the wall were reflected in his green eyes, and he gasped slightly. asked
"I mean, my parents died at the hands of Voldemort because of Black's betrayal. You always knew that right. Because you've been chasing down that dirty and smelly traitor!"
It wasn't that there was no one in the library. A young wizard heard Harry call out Voldemort's name. He slid off the stool in fright and sat on the ground looking at it in horror.
call--
"Come to my office and talk—"
After a sigh, Amosta said.
(End of this chapter)
