Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 28 School Opening Dinner

As night fell, little wizards and professors gradually gathered in the auditorium from all directions.

The ceiling of the auditorium projected the incomparably bright starry sky outside. The four long tables under the starry sky were bustling with crowds of people. The little wizards happily shared the wonderful time of the Christmas holiday with each other. Uneasy mood forgot to clean.

Such a situation made Harry secretly heave a sigh of relief. The situation he was most afraid of facing was being watched and pointed at by everyone.

Most of the professors have already taken their seat at the professor's seat, and Dumbledore has already stayed in his usual seat. Professor Lockhart is chattering and sharing with Professor McGonagall how many letters from fans he has received during the Christmas holidays. Professor De McGonagall glared at Headmaster Dumbledore, but Dumbledore pretended not to see it.

This interesting scene made Harry purse his lips, but when he saw the extra vacant seat next to Professor Snape, Harry's expression became a little uneasy. He guessed a possibility, but he didn't want to believe it.

Ron was talking to his twin brother, "You guys came back early in the morning, why haven't I seen you all day?"

"Oh, my dear little Ronnie has actually learned to ask questions?" Fred among the twins raised his head and looked at Ron and said with raised eyebrows, "By the way, why didn't Miss Know-it-All come to the dinner?"

Harry quickly kicked Ron under the table, lest he say the wrong thing.

"It's none of your business, Fred!" Ron said unhappily.

"Besides, little Ronnie has learned to keep a secret!" George followed up on his brother's words, and then the two of them stopped paying attention to Ron.

At this time, Harry noticed the uneasy staring eyes. He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and found that it was Neville who was looking at him, hesitant to speak, so he immediately knew what Neville was concerned about, but he couldn't tell Neville and Hermione were still in the hospital hospital treating the beautiful black hair on her face, so Harry quickly put his head down and pretended to be interested in the silver spoon on the plate.

"I don't know, Draco, I wasn't in school then!"

At the Slytherin table, Malfoy, passing Goyle and Daphne, was asking Marcus Flint, who looked like a troll, about something, but Marcus was very impatient,

"Later I did hear about that incident, and it was said to be related to him, but Dumbledore kept the details tightly sealed, and the Gryffindor team refused to reveal a word... In my opinion, they also I don’t know something, because they were carried back by the professors that night!”

During the Christmas holidays, Flint tried out for the Luxembourg Quidditch team, but the results were disappointing. In terms of his academic performance, this meant that he had to accept the arrangement at home after graduation and go to the magic school. Be a small clerk in an unpopular department that no one cares about.

The little wizards who arrived at the auditorium quickly merged into the four long tables. The auditorium was noisy as if hundreds of Cornish elves had been stuffed into it. Many little wizards stretched their necks and looked eagerly at the professor's chair, as if they were Ask why the meal is not served yet.

"Ah, here we come."

Snape heard Dumbledore mutter something in a low voice, looked up and found Amosta striding in from the foyer, quickly approaching the staff table.

"Sorry, everyone, I was so busy that I forgot the dinner." Amosta apologized softly.

The professors smiled back at him. Previously, Professor McGonagall had notified the professors of various subjects that there was an extra security guard in the castle in the second half of the semester. Moreover, Amosta had also visited them one after another in the past two days. Lockhart, because he was the last professor to return to school.

"Sit down, Amostar," Professor Flitwick yelled sharply, "the little wizards are starving!"

"Need a word, Amostar?"

Dumbledore moved his silver beard and smiled at Amostar.

"Forget it, principal, I'm not a professor." Amosta politely declined the suggestion.

Almost in an instant, several long tables were filled with sumptuous food, and the noisy auditorium was filled with cheerful atmosphere, and the clanging sound of tableware colliding with each other was like a piece of light music.

Of course, this kind of harmony is only on the surface, and Amosta can feel at least 100 pairs of eyes on him.

Five minutes after dinner, basically all the young wizards knew the name of the handsome young wizard next to Professor Snape. The source of the information was the seniors above the fifth grade. They used to be in school with Amosta. stayed here.

But opinions vary about Amostar's famous school days.

Some people say that Amosta ran into the Forbidden Forest one night before Christmas in the fifth grade and set off a big fire. As a result, the fire trapped himself, if it wasn’t for training in the Forbidden Forest Gryffindor, where he would probably die.

Some people also said that the fire was actually set by the Gryffindor team, and Amosta was the rescuer.

Both arguments have their own supporters, and no one can convince the other.

Malfoy just kept his head down on the lamb chops on the plate, and didn't take part in the discussion at all, because his father had sternly warned him in the letter today, never to offend Amosta Brayne.

Lucius Malfoy knows who exactly got Amosta into Hogwarts. Malfoy must have heard of Cacus Foley. As long as he has a little imagination, he should guess Where did Kakus find Amosta, and there are not many wizards who came out of that place without blood on their hands.

Even without his father's warning, Draco Malfoy would not have dared to provoke Amostar.

Because of what happened in the dormitory at noon that day, Malfoy has been having nightmares for half a month. Whenever he closes his eyes, he will clearly see the cat that was neatly divided into two halves, with its intestines and internal organs scattered. Eight-eyed spiders all over the place.

"Come on, Harry, can I tell those things!"

"Of course, Ron, if you want me to be hated or even revenged for revealing his privacy, if I am imprisoned in Azkaban, you and Hermione must remember to visit me often!"

During the Christmas break, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had agreed not to tell anyone about what Hagen had heard about Amosta Brayne's past.

Because no matter whether Mr. Blair is sent by the Ministry of Magic or the school board, his purpose of entering Hogwarts is to find the heir of Slytherin. Avoid doing anything that might make Mr. Blaine unhappy.

But for Ron, it was indeed a tormenting thing. After all, there were not many opportunities for him to show off.

After another 10 minutes, the focus of private discussions among the little wizards gradually changed from 'who is he' to 'what is he here for'.

"Perhaps, Defense Against the Dark Arts will finally consume two professors a year?"

Millicent Burst, the honest girl who once had a 'stickless duel' with Hermione in Lockhart's dueling class, laughed meanly, shaking her fat chin.

Millicent's good joke did cause a burst of laughter at the long table in Slytherin. Of course, the focus of their ridicule was still Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. Most of the Slytherin students saw clearly that Lockhart Hart is just a showman who can make up stories.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders, and he quickly glanced at Amosta who was talking with Dumbledore at the staff table, then quickly lowered his head, pretending not to recognize the laughing people around him.

"There's something wrong with you tonight, Draco?" Pansy, who was sitting on the other side of him, rolled his head over to watch Malfoy, who was a little too quiet, and asked with concern.

"Shut up, Pansy!" Malfoy said urgently without even looking at her, "Unless you want to be cut neatly in half by someone!"

"Looks like you're very popular with the kids, Amostar."

Dumbledore shook his silver beard stained with thick mushroom soup, turned his head to look at Amosta who was dealing with a grilled sausage, with a smile on his face.

"They were simply curious about a stranger who suddenly appeared, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amostar nodded politely in response. In front of Dumbledore, he tried to avoid saying too much, and it was not unreasonable for him to say that.

Dumbledore didn't care about his intentional restraint, and still talked with him cordially,

"Severus told me that you haven't rested for several nights, and I want to thank you, Amosta, for your efforts to keep the children safe."

Amostar smiled modestly, but Dumbledore still planned to continue,
"--Although I am very old, Amosta, fortunately, I am not a pedantic old guy, and you are right, keeping the children safe is the most important thing--"

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left with his ears pricked up, pursed his lips, looking unhappy.

"I think it's a genius idea, Amosta, I mean, the alchemy set you set up in the office, although there are voices that it invades the privacy of young wizards"

Dumbledore finally tactfully expressed his attitude towards Amostar monitoring the little wizard.

"Thank you for your understanding, Headmaster Dumbledore, if you wish, after the Chamber of Secrets attack is over, I can move the surveillance system to your office—"

Amostar nodded gratefully.

Guaranteed to be much better than using portraits to monitor the school --- this is what Amosta didn't say.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Dumbledore hoped that Amosta could come out more when he was free, and communicate with the little wizards,
"The children would love to get to know you, Amostar."

Dumbledore ended the conversation with a trivial request.

"traitor."

In the process of withdrawing his gaze, Amosta muttered something in a low voice.

Snape, who was sandwiched between Amosta and Dumbledore, had been expressionless, his face darkened, obviously knowing who Amosta was speaking to.

On the other side of the staff dining table, Lockhart, who has not been able to hear the conversation clearly but is eager to join the conversation, glanced secretly at Amosta who picked up the silver fork again, and suddenly felt a little strange crisis for no reason . . .























(End of this chapter)