Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Oh, lucky Viktor Krum, lucky Durmstrang!"

In the viewing area beside the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the big screen was showing the three warriors, Cedric, Hermione and Viktor, drawing lots under the organization of Fleur.

Bagman shouted loudly.

"Lucky boy, he got the second key to victory!"

Compared to Ludo Bagman's high spirits, a sigh of regret was heard on the field.

In this difficult written test, both Hogwarts teams put in a lot of effort, but in the end, Durmstrang took the upper hand.

"Oh, too bad, they just have no luck!"

Mrs. Weasley said unhappily,

"Just like in the last round, if that girl from Beauxbatons had discovered the secret of the glass walkway earlier, Ron wouldn't have had to go down, right?"

Mrs. Weasley asked, waiting for the men around her to agree, but after a long wait, no sound came.

"Oh, what's going on?"

Mrs. Weasley looked sideways in dissatisfaction, but when she saw the gloomy expressions on Mr. Weasley's, Sirius' and Remus' faces, her dissatisfaction turned into surprise.
"Even if Harry, Hermione and the others didn't get the key, you don't have to tell them the truth. What happened? Why don't you tell me? Ever since Scrimgeour came to talk to Bones, you guys haven't looked right!"

Facing his wife's questioning, Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, and glanced at the little wizards around him with a flickering look, and just forced an ugly comforting smile to Mrs. Weasley.

"Nothing, some bad things happened in Molly's department. Oh, but is there ever a day when there aren't bad things in the department?

If you're curious, I'll tell you after the game. You know, there are kids here."

Mrs. Weasley was not very satisfied with her husband's perfunctory words. She was about to say something when she heard Remus suddenly say in a serious voice,

"Do you know that man, Sirius?"

Remus' words drew everyone's attention to the cobblestone path in the middle of the campus leading to the lawn beside the Forbidden Forest.

There was a young-looking wizard running towards here.

"It's Price Appleby."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. When he saw the face of the person who came, his heavy heart sank a little more. At the same time, he was also curious.

"The Auror in the Ministry, like Tonks, was trained by Kingsley, so he has a good relationship with Kingsley."

Under the gaze of Sirius and others, the young Auror named Priest Appleby rushed to the stage with a clear purpose, while Amosta, Dumbledore and Amelia stood up again.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Bones--"

Clearly, Appleby has come a long way.

He greeted his immediate superior breathlessly, then looked at Amosta and Dumbledore with respect in his eyes.
"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Braine, oh, it's an honor to meet you both."

"Hello, Appleby--"

Ms. Bones stared at Appleby with dignity.
"You came from the Ministry, right? Who sent you?"

"I am here at the orders of Mr. Shacklebolt, Ms. Bones."

Appleby swallowed. Facing some of the top wizards in the British wizarding world, his heart was pounding with nervousness.

News from Kingsley
Amosta and the other two looked at each other.

This is interesting.

In the morning, Scrimgeour came in person to report the prison break in Azkaban, and in the afternoon Kingsley sent someone here.
"Your name is Price Appleby, I believe?"

After a moment's hesitation, Amosta smiled and said in a gentle tone, looking at Appleby who was so nervous that he couldn't speak.
"If I remember correctly, you once followed Kingsley and worked with me on the attack on Hermione Granger, when you and your colleagues sealed off the Leaky Cauldron."

"That's right, Mr. Blaine!"

Appleby held his head high and his chest puffed out, his face flushed.

"So, Pless, you've come to tell us."

Amosta pondered,

"Oh, of course, if you are here to report to Amelia, Professor Dumbledore and I can temporarily step aside." "Oh, actually--"

Pless took a deep breath.
"Mr. Shacklebolt entrusted me with this. He can't leave now. The Ministry has been 'taken over' by daily reporters from various countries, and Owl is not safe enough.
So, he entrusted me to deliver a message to you and Professor Dumbledore."

Amelia's eyebrows twitched, but she didn't seem unhappy, and she wanted to turn around and leave.

"Please stay, Amelia."

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over.
"I am sure Mr. Appleby has some news that will interest us all."

Amelia was not a pretentious witch. Since Dumbledore said so, she turned her body back and waited quietly.

"That's it"

As if he was nervous about what he was about to say, the young Auror, who had fought against vicious dark wizards on the front line several times, clenched his fists and trembled slightly. The calm gazes from the three wizarding masters made him unable to raise his head.
"Mr. Shacklebolt asked me to pass on this. Uh--he heard a message that he said he heard by accident. It came from Dawlish, who was reporting something in the minister's office at the time."

From the conversation between Cornelius Fudge and Dawlish?
Amosta's mouth curled up slightly.

"What is it, then?"

"He said. Uh--Dawlish said. Said--"

Pless stammered,
"Harry Potter is doomed."

Is Harry Potter doomed?
Dumbledore's gaze behind the half-moon mirror frame suddenly became concentrated.
"Harry Potter is doomed. Is that what Dawlish is saying to Cornelius?"

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore -"

Pless was feeling very anxious and worried.

As an Auror, Pryce has the most basic alertness and judgment ability of an Auror. Although he doesn't know the specific meaning of what Dawlish said, he knows that there is a deep meaning behind this.

"He, I mean, Dawlish--"

Ms. Bones frowned.
"That's all he said?"

"That's all Mr. Shacklebolt heard, you know, Ms. Bones--"

Pless said in fear,
"Mr. Shacklebolt heard it by accident. He went to the minister to report the situation, and he couldn't make himself look suspicious because there were so many people coming and going in the corridor outside the minister's office."

Silence fell for a moment, and both Dumbledore and Amelia looked heavy.

Judging from this key sentence, Fudge and his interest group are probably planning to target Harry Potter.
But this is where it gets confusing.

No matter what, Cornelius Fudge is the Minister of Magic. No matter how unqualified and foolish he is, he is not the same as the Death Eaters.

"Well, Pless--"

Amosta nodded slightly and smiled at Pless.
"Thank you for your hard work in bringing us this vital information. Now, we need to have a brief meeting regarding the news you brought—"

Amosta paused for a moment,
"As you can see, Hogwarts is hosting the third match of the Triwizard Tournament. If you don't have anything urgent to do, I suggest you don't rush to leave the event, right?"

So, Amosta sent Price Appleby to the audience to watch the game.

It's not appropriate to discuss anything in public.

Amosta, Dumbledore and Amelia walked to the edge of the Black Lake and stopped under a willow tree with swaying branches.

"I would like to ask you something first, Headmaster Dumbledore -"

The three of them were bathed in the gradually red sunlight. Amosita looked at Dumbledore's old face with deep eyes and a hint of anger.

"What is it, Amosta?"

Amosta's unusual calmness might not have been noticed by Ms. Bones after she was shocked at first, but it could not be hidden from Dumbledore.

However, Dumbledore did not point this out immediately. Instead, he restrained his anger towards Fudge and a little dissatisfaction with Amosta, and asked.

"How long does Harry need to stay with his aunt and uncle every year to ensure that he is safe?"

The sunlight that was past the setting sun shone on Amosta's face, and he asked calmly. (End of this chapter)