Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 23 Lost Things
"Say something, Harry!"

Amosta, Hagrid, and Harry, everyone was full of thoughts in their hearts, and no one said a word, which made Ron anxious. He looked at Amosta curiously for a while, and secretly looked at Harry winked, very busy.

It was Amosta who was the first to break the deadlock. He nodded at Harry and smiled warmly.

"Last night, I had a rest at Professor Snape's, and he had a heart-to-heart talk with me about his opinion of you."

Harry's beating heart seemed to be suddenly held by a big cold hand, and the bone-piercing chill instantly swept through his whole body from the inside out.

He didn't need to ask too much, he also knew what kind of evaluation Snape would probably give. Harry clenched his fists nervously. Just as he was racking his brains to say something to defend himself, Amosta's next words made him He was pulled out of the abyss of fear.

"Of course, those evaluations only represent Professor Snape's personal opinions, which may not be objective. I personally think that if you want to understand a person, you have to observe with your own eyes. It is not advisable to blindly listen to other people's opinions."

Harry's high shoulders suddenly lowered, like a suffocating person finally enjoying the fresh air again!
Looking at the nervous little wizard, Amosta smiled inwardly, probably understanding why Harry Potter acted so silently in front of him.

Normally, Amosta might tease him again, but the message that popped up in his mind just now made Amosta lose the idea of ​​pranks, and he had to hurry up to confirm some things.

"By the way, Hagrid, I forgot to tell you that it was not the Ministry of Magic that commissioned me to investigate the Chamber of Secrets, but the Hogwarts Board of Trustees—"

He exchanged a few words with the huddled Hagrid, and then left quickly with hurried steps. When he passed the corner of the stairs, Amosta, who suddenly remembered, waved to Hagrid who was standing on a high place, and then The figure disappeared.

When the sound of Amosta's footsteps disappeared completely, and the three people in front of the stairs exhaled in unison, Ron immediately couldn't wait to express his opinion,
"He's scary, isn't he!"

Ron's ears were red, and he seemed very excited. "When he looked at me, he felt like he was facing Dumbledore. Although he looked friendly, you didn't dare to show it!"

"He feels really different!"

Shocked, Harry immediately nodded in agreement. He recalled Bryan's recognizable eyes and secretly compared them with Dumbledore's penetrating eyes, intending to compare him with each other.

"I never thought that a Slytherin-born wizard could be so polite when talking to people, besides being disgustingly glib or sarcastic, didn't you, Hagrid!"

Perhaps it was because Amostati didn't ask to question himself, Harry's restlessness all morning disappeared, and his mood became very excited. After letting go of his worries, of course, his curiosity flooded again.
"Mr. Blaine was here just now, Hagrid, if you have any questions, why don't you just ask him?"

Hagrid didn't respond to Harry's questioning, his cheeks puffed up, he stared blankly at the corner of the stairs, his expression was like a dead mouse stuffed in his mouth,

"Aha, a wonderful misunderstanding!"

Harry and Ron were taken aback by Hagrid's sudden horrifying voice, and before he could complain, Hagrid showed a bright smile,
"I see. It's the school board, not the Ministry of Magic. They probably just want to deal with it!"

"What are you talking about, Hagrid?" Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron frowned and asked, "Do you have to be so mysterious?"

"I told you so, Ron!"

Hagrid waved a finger happily in front of him, "I have nothing to hide from you... Sorry, Harry, I have to go back now, Fang is still at home waiting for me to feed, I don't want to It tore down my bed because it couldn't find anything to eat!"

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When passing by the foyer, Amosta stopped and glanced at the auditorium. Professor Snape seemed to have left the school and went home. Professor McGonagall was still busy in his small office. A professor in the empty auditorium No, he was only at the Slytherin dining table and saw two big little wizards huddled together eating and drinking, and he didn't notice Amosta's gaze at all.

The strong appetite of the two students made Amosta rub his belly again, but he didn't step in, but walked directly into the passageway in the basement.

He has walked through this labyrinth-like complex and gloomy underground passage for seven years. Even though he has been away for three years, the memory engraved in his body can still allow him to identify the direction without thinking.

"Oh, I actually forgot the password!"

Amostar came to a dark brown stone wall and patted his head in frustration.

Now there are only two ways in front of Amosta, either, wait here to see if anyone comes in or out, or go through the underground passage again and go to the auditorium to seek the help of the two little Slytherin wizards. Mosta frowned and thought for two seconds before deciding to choose the third path.

"glory--"

Amostar muttered to the stone wall, but nothing happened.

"Well, it doesn't look like this, so... let me think about—Holy Family?"

There was still no movement on the stone wall. Amostanu frowned and tried several times. Finally, he guessed uncertainly, "Pure blood?"

Kacha—the stone door finally opened in response.

"Hey, it's still the same old routine!"

Smiling cheerfully, proud of his wit, Amostar stepped into the wall and surveyed the changes in the Slytherin common room.

Located deep underground, the common room adjacent to the Black Lake is eerie and green, with a slight smell of water and grass in the air. Even the burning fireplace cannot save its eerie and treacherous atmosphere.

"I thought it was two hours before I saw you all come back!"

In front of the fireplace, a lazy voice came from a high-backed chair with its back to the door. The owner of the voice seemed to have not completely gotten rid of the voice change period, so it sounded extraordinarily harsh.

"Could it be that the two of you finally broke Hogwarts?"

"I think you must be Draco Malfoy."

Clang!

The moment he heard Amosta's voice, Draco dropped the quill abruptly, and he reacted within a second, throwing his whole body towards the back of a sofa beside him, and when it landed, the wand had already Hold it in the palm of your hand.

"Who are you and how did you get in!"

Amosta's eyelids moved slightly, and he was slightly surprised by the imminent reaction of the blond-haired and gray-eyed little wizard.

"Don't worry, Mr. Malfoy."

Automatically ignoring the fact that he was being pointed at by a wand, Amostar smiled easily, "My name is Amosta Brayne... well, may I sit down and talk, Mister Malfoy..."

"So to say--"

Twenty minutes later, when Amosta finally explained his background, Malfoy's eyes were shining brightly. He raised his chin and looked at Amosta, as if he was examining whether his servant was qualified.
"My dad sent you here? I think you should know that he is one of the twelve board members of this school. It's weird. I thought he would try to get old Dumbledore out of the school, but it turned out , his way is to send you here?"

Amosta was not surprised at all by the arrogance shown by the little Mr. Malfoy in front of him. He was from Slytherin College, and he knew exactly what the descendants of pure-blood families looked like when he went to school.

But... Lucius Malfoy planning to kick Dumbledore out of school?

This is really interesting news. That's why he voted against the Greengrass family in the vote, because he was afraid that something bad would happen to him?

"By the way... since you are the investigator!"

Draco Malfoy's pale face suddenly turned red, as if he suddenly remembered something,
"The sage Potter of Gryffindor is the legendary Harry Potter. I think you must have heard of him!"

Malfoy stood up excitedly, and stared at Amosta with wide eyes, "What right do you have in your hand, Brian, can you expel the student? If you can help me drive him out of the school, I can let him My dad gave you a lot of money!"

Amosta is used to this haughty speaking attitude, he leaned on the soft back of the chair, his tone was calm,

"If I understand correctly, Mr. Malfoy, you are reporting to me that Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin, are you?"

"I didn't say that," Malfoy muttered softly, not noticing that Amosta was no longer smiling, "just because a self-deprecating bastard who can only hang out with mudbloods is also worthy of the great Stu Leitlin has something to do with it?"

Amosta's expression moved slightly, Draco Malfoy had a very distinct 'personality' even in the team of pure-blood wizard descendants.

"However, what does that matter!"

Malfoy turned around suddenly, and he waved his arms angrily, "Brian, I just need Potter to get out of school, if you need an excuse, well, I can tell you - he is a Parseltongue, I think you must Know what that means!"

"what--"

Amostar sat up straight, his eyes flickered. Snape didn't mention this to him last night... Since all the little wizards in Slytherin knew the news, it didn't make sense that Snape wouldn't know.
"You did tell me something interesting, Mr Malfoy."

Amostar nodded to Malfoy, "However, I regret to tell you that I do not have the right to expel students, and, unless it is confirmed who attacked Creevey and Finlay, I will not suggest Headmaster Dumbledore fired him."

"You were not sent by my father."

Malfoy's face suddenly turned cold, and he understood that the man in front of him didn't seem to be with him.

"Then what are you doing here?" Malfoy mocked, "Do you think I opened the Chamber of Secrets, so you want to send me to Azkaban?"

"It's actually like this,"

Amosta smiled and stood up,

"It's embarrassing to say... When I was studying in this school, I seemed to secretly hide something in the dormitory, but then I forgot about it for some reason. I didn't think about it until just now when I was a little stimulated. stand up…"























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