Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Follow you"

In the field in front of the hall, Harry, who had just heard the bad news, was incoherent because of Professor Brain's order.
"But. Where to go, luggage, but there are still a few days left in the semester, professor?"

Could it be that Voldemort is planning to gather his newly returned subordinates to attack Hogwarts?
Sirius and Remus stared at Amosta in confusion.

"I'm taking you back to the Dursleys, Harry."

Amosta knew that his serious tone frightened Harry, and he adjusted his facial expression slightly.

"We need to stay at your aunt and uncle's house for one night. Tomorrow morning, we will go to number 12, Grimmauld Place. You will spend the summer there."

Spending the summer vacation at Sirius's house.

The sudden surprise diluted Harry's fear.
"Why don't we just go to Grimmauld Place then, Professor?"

"Well, they are your aunt and uncle after all, aren't they, Harry?"

Amosta said calmly,

"You spent every summer vacation there before. Since I plan to take you away this summer, I think I should give them an explanation."

"Is it because of a Death Eater breakout, Professor?"

Hermione turned pale and blurted out,

"You're worried that Harry isn't safe at his aunt and uncle's?"

"Oh, I could write them a letter, and the Dursleys would be happy to know that I'm not 'bothering' them this summer!"

Harry grinned, overwhelmed by the good news, and put aside the terrible fact that Voldemort's power had greatly expanded today.

"It would be more polite to explain it yourself, Harry."

Amosta looked at Harry steadily.

"After all, they are your guardians."

Harry grunted.

That had been true before Sirius returned to the wizarding world, but now, his godfather was back, wasn't he?

Sirius listened to all this, his brows slightly furrowed.

He didn't think that Amosta would be so respectful to Harry's terrible Muggle relative. The more likely reason was what Dumbledore and Amosta had told him before, that Harry had to return to the Dursleys during the summer vacation.

But why is Amosta so anxious?

The Triwizard Tournament celebration dinner hadn't ended yet, and it was already night, and Harry was asked to pack his bags and return to the Dursleys overnight?
Amosta's unusual attitude cast a shadow on everyone's mind.

"And you, Hermione and Ron."

Amosta turned his attention back to the two men.

Ron and Hermione never expected that Professor Brian would call their names. They both looked at him in astonishment.

"They need to leave tonight too, Amosta?"

Sirius asked, unable to hold back any longer.

"You two and Harry, pack your bags. Arthur, Molly, can you allow Ron to stay at Grimmauld Place for a while.

And Hermione, I suggest you write a letter to your parents now, using any excuse you want, saying that you need to stay in the wizarding world for a while longer, and then you and Ron go to Grimmauld Place tonight."

Amosta said calmly.

"What is going on, Amosta?"

Remus looked solemn.
"Is Voldemort ready for an all-out war?"

The three little wizards pricked up their ears and stared at Professor Brian in amazement.

"Go ahead, hurry up and pack your bags."

Amosta did not answer Remus' question, but spoke in a tone that left no room for rejection.

The three people could only leave reluctantly.

"Not Voldemort, Remus."

It was not until Harry and the other two disappeared into the tall and majestic entrance hall that Amosita turned his gaze and responded to Remus.

"Kingsley sent word that he overheard Fudge and Dawlish plotting something in the Minister's office, and he only heard one sentence from Dawlish."

"The Minister and Dawlish?"

Mr. Weasley turned pale and moved his lips.

"What is it?"

"Harry Potter is doomed."

Amosta said calmly,

"These are Dawlish's original words. Headmaster Dumbledore and I both think that Fudge seems to be planning to do something with Harry in order to divert public attention and get rid of the terrible situation the Ministry of Magic is currently facing. Oh, and by the way, it can also check the arrogance of Dumbledore and me who are not in a position to obey discipline."

call!
There was a brief silence, and Sirius's roar was drowned out by a sudden gust of wind.

Thumb, thump, thump!

All the students and faculty of Hogwarts, including the ghosts, are now gathered in the Great Hall.

The ancient corridors and stairs, full of history, echoed with the hurried footsteps of Harry and the other two.

"Hoo, hoo, Hermione!" "Don't ask me, Harry!"

The torches at a distance took turns illuminating Hermione's sweaty face, and Hermione shrieked,
"Unless, as Remus said, after gathering his old subordinates, the You-Know-Who is planning to launch an all-out war!"

All-out war.
This heavy word coming out of Hermione's mouth made the three of them feel a little breathless.

"But that's impossible, isn't it?"

As the three of them rushed into the corridor in front of the Fat Lady, Ron said in a trembling voice,
"Even if it's You-Know-Who, it's impossible for him to fight against the Ministry of Magic and Professors Dumbledore and Braine at the same time?"

"That's a completely evil and crazy Dark wizard, Ron."

The Fat Lady, who was celebrating with her friends, was extremely unhappy about being called back to open the door. She complained bitterly, but Harry turned a deaf ear to her and defended Remus's statement.

"It is undoubtedly ridiculous to expect Voldemort to have a clear mind. Maybe he really intends to go to war with the wizarding world, Professor Braine, and Professor Dumbledore!"

The three of them climbed through the doorway behind the Fat Lady's portrait and entered the common room.

Everyone was attending the banquet, and the Gryffindor common room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

As he hurriedly rushed towards the spiral staircase, Harry's eyes swept across the common room that he had enjoyed for four years. He felt that all the old furnishings in the room and everything in his sight were covered with a veil, and everything became hazy.

From this moment on, the past will be completely gone.

This thought suddenly occurred to Harry.

The two boys packed their things in a hurry. The fear brought by the unknown future made Harry and Ron not exchange anything.

"Oh, I never knew my luggage was so heavy. How did I get it up here?"

Ron, who had packed his luggage first, picked up the suitcase and was surprised at the weight of his luggage.

"We didn't do that, Ron."

Harry took back Hedwig's bird cage that was hanging outside the window. Hedwig was either out for a walk or staying at the Owlery, but he wasn't too worried. He was sure Hedwig would be able to find out where he was.

"In the past, the house elves helped us transfer our luggage."

"Oh, I forgot!"

Ron slapped his head and struggled to push his large suitcase out of the dormitory.

"What took you so long?"

Hermione had just finished writing a letter to her parents and was folding it into an envelope when Harry and Ron went down to the common room.

"The box is very heavy, Hermione. If you don't mind, could you please ask Dom to come over and help? Professor Brain is waiting for us downstairs."

Harry explained breathlessly.

"Oh, when will you guys be smart?"

Hermione glared at Harry in dissatisfaction.

"Come on, we are in Hogwarts now, not outside the school. A levitation spell will solve the problem!"

Well--
Harry and Ron looked at each other awkwardly, then silently took out their wands.

When they passed the entrance hall again, the hall was still bustling with activity. Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to disturb Hagrid who was chatting animatedly with Madame Maxime.

"Are you sure you didn't leave anything behind?"

The people who had been there were still waiting for them, but Harry noticed that there was a heaviness in the looks they gave him.

Amosta stepped forward and asked.

"Oh, my letter, Professor--"

Hermione showed the letter she had just spent five minutes writing.

"I don't have an owl, Professor."

"This is not a problem."

Amosta snapped his fingers, and then the letter in Hermione's hand disappeared.

"Go ahead, Harry—"

Sirius held back his emotions and patted Harry's shoulder heavily.

"I'll wait for you tomorrow morning to have breakfast together."

After a hasty farewell, Amosta took over Harry's luggage and the two of them strode across the campus.

"How are we going to get back, Professor Blaine?"

Harry asked as they walked through the school's large iron gates.

"Apparate."

Walking out of the Hogwarts campus, Amosta stopped.

"Luckily, I visited your aunt and uncle's house, so we can use Apparition without having to bother with Headmaster Dumbledore's Phoenix."

Amosta put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and after a sickening spin, the chirping of insects and birds and the melodious sound of waves in the forest disappeared.

The neat, clean path in front of him and the two rows of dim street lights on the road made Harry know.

He has left the magical world. (End of this chapter)