Homecoming from Hogwarts

“You really believe it”

"Yes, Harry—"

At the long table in the basement kitchen of the old Blake house.

Amosta lowered his eyes to the intertwined fingers resting on his knees, and answered Harry's question in a calm and precise tone.

"Professor Dumbledore and I both fully believe that Professor Snape is on our side. I hope you can also trust Professor Snape more--"

Give Snape more trust?!

Unconsciously, Harry's anger rose again.

"But what I saw—"

"As to what you saw, Harry—"

Amosta raised his voice slightly and looked at Harry meaningfully.

"I'm not questioning their authenticity, but Harry, I suggest you don't rely too much on getting information from those visions."

Don't rely on those illusions?

What does this have to do with anything?

Harry thought angrily. He didn't understand why the usually sharp Professor Brain had suddenly become dull.

Just like this morning in Gringotts, Remus suspected that the identity of the woman named Bessel was not right, but Professor Blaine turned a blind eye to it!
"alright--"

Harry was trying to think about how to make Professor Brain take the information he was conveying seriously, but Professor Brain, who was sitting across the table, suddenly sighed in relief, stretched his shoulders and stood up.

"I have to get back to the Ministry, Harry. Even Headmaster Dumbledore is helping to advise Minister Bones. I can't be mean, you know what I mean, and be lazy for too long--"

Before Harry could come to his senses, Professor Brain had left the table, walked down the stairs and opened the wooden door.

Remus and the others who were waiting in the hallway came over immediately.
"You guys are done talking, Harry..."

"Don't worry, it's no big deal—"

Amosta smiled and said,
"Just pay attention to rest. So, I'm going back to the department now?"

"Won't you stay for lunch, Amosta?"

Mrs. Weasley said reluctantly.

"I'm afraid I don't have the time,"

Amosta gave Mrs. Weasley an apologetic smile, then looked at Remus.

"Dumbledore told me that he hopes the Order of the Phoenix can also contribute. Although this is against my original intention, since you all have this wish, it is inconvenient for me to stop it. The details of the mission have been told to Kingsley. He will inform you at the meeting tonight-"

Remus nodded heavily.

After a moment's silence, Amosta said carefully,

"I think you know."

"We are all aware of the dangers involved, Amosta."

Remus looked solemn.

In this case, Amosta had nothing more to say. He smiled and looked at the little wizards behind the two adults, whose eyes were rolling around.
"Well, have a nice summer vacation--"

After saying that, his figure suddenly disappeared before their eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Weasley walked over and gently put her arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Go ahead, go upstairs with Ron and Hermione and rest for a while. You can have lunch later."

Remus also patted Harry's shoulder.

"Since Amosta said your scar is no big deal, I think you don't need to worry too much."

Harry nodded sullenly and didn't try to argue any further.

Perhaps knowing that the three of them had something important to discuss, Fred and George did not stay on the third floor, and Ginny followed the twins directly to the fourth floor.

"What did Professor Blaine just say to Remus?"

Ron asked eagerly as he entered the room.

Harry fell on the bed, letting the pale sunlight fall on his face, a feeling of distrust tormenting his heart.

"I think it's to transport the gold from the vaults of wanted Death Eaters—"

Hermione said palely,

"You certainly can't expect the You-Know-Who to get the Death Eaters to surrender voluntarily, right?" Ron's lips moved, and he suddenly thought of something. His face turned pale, and he sat on the edge of his bed and stopped talking.

"Harry, what did Professor Blaine say about your scar?"

Hermione sat next to Harry, took off the wrist that Harry had covered her eyes with, and looked at him worriedly.

"He warned me not to rely too much on the information I got from those visions—"

Harry didn't want to say anything, but considering that this was Hermione, he said one more sentence. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't control his anger and sat up from the bed with a thud.

"You said it as if I wanted to see those things. My scar hurts and I can't control it, right?"

Harry paced back and forth in the room, furious.
"He knew clearly that what I saw was real, but he just didn't take it seriously. He even advised me to trust Snape more. It's ridiculous. In my opinion, letting Snape into the Order of the Phoenix is ​​Dumbledore's old fool. I mean--"

Harry gasped.

"Professor Dumbledore is too kind, that's why he was deceived by Snape!"

"But since Professor Brain also..."

Ron was a little frightened by Harry's tone, and he spoke nervously.

"that is because."

Harry pursed his lips.

"We all know that Professor Blaine received a lot of care from Snape when he was studying at Hogwarts. Snape took advantage of Professor Blaine's grateful heart!"

"Harry--"

Hermione, who had been deep in thought, suddenly raised her head. Harry, who had nowhere to vent his anger, made the worry in her brown eyes even more intense.
"You mean to say that Professor Braine doesn't want you to rely too much on getting information from those visions?"

"Yes."

Harry stopped and looked at Hermione with a frown.

"Does he think I'm confused by the pain?"

Hermione bit her lip but said nothing more.

The old house was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere throughout the day. It was not until dinner that Sirius, who rarely came home, made Harry smile from his stern face.

"As you know, I am now responsible for protecting Minister Bones--"

Facing the questioning of Harry and others, Sirius, who was wolfing down his food, said vaguely,
"Follow Minister Bones to appease the instigated workers. The Death Eaters will definitely want to kill her, so I must stay with her."

"So how did you find the time to come back, Sirius?"

Remus asked from across the table.

"She is staying in the Ministry now. She will not go out before the end of the month. Amosta and Dumbledore are both in the Ministry now. Even Voldemort would not dare to barge into the Ministry rashly, right?"

Sirius said, looking at Harry.
"And I had to come back to see you, Harry. Amosita told me what happened this morning."

Before Harry could ask Sirius for his opinion, Sirius suddenly sneered in the dim candlelight.

"Hehe, I am disgusted that Malfoy wants to take back the gold that my mother left to my dear cousin. Amos Star really came up with a good idea. I would rather the Black family's wealth can make some contribution to the wizarding world!"

"That's not the point, Sirius. Did Professor Blaine tell you about what I saw?"

Several children at the table cast concerned glances at Sirius.

Sirius stopped moving the half-skewered sausage to his mouth. He exchanged a look with Remus.
"If you mean the accusation you made against Snape—"

Sirius hesitated.

"To be honest, I am just like you. I don't believe that the snot monster will completely change his evil ways, but since Amosta..."

Seeing Harry's face suddenly darken, Sirius paused.
"Of course, I believe that Amosta doesn't care about your opinion at all, Harry. I heard that he doesn't intend to let Snape participate in the mission the day after tomorrow."

"is it?"

Harry raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"And you, Sirius?"

Remus asked.

"Did he let you in?"

"Dumbledore discussed it with Alastor. They both knew the danger of this escort. Therefore, even in the Order of the Phoenix, only those with extraordinary skills would be allowed to participate—"

Sirius said with a hint of pride,

"I'm definitely one of them." (End of this chapter)