Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 9
The gloom of many days finally dissipated on the first day of the New Year. The rising sun sprinkled on the white playground, and the reflected light covered Hogwarts Castle with a layer of light golden tulle.

After preparing the necessary recovery potions for Hermione early, Madam Pomfrey went downstairs to have breakfast in the auditorium. In the school hospital, only Harry and Ron accompanied the dejected Hermione, and after listening to Hermione's narration After the encounter last night, the expressions of the two of them were not very happy.

"Professor Snape must know!"

Hermione covered her furry face with her hands in a depressed tone,

"Professor Snape called out my name before the door opened. It shouldn't be. No one knows about my condition except Madam Pomfrey. Professor Snape is a master of potions. He must know how to use Polyjuice Potion as a medicine." What would be the consequences of animal transformation, then, this also means that he knows that I stole the materials from his storage room."

Harry stared at the tall clubs on the playground in a daze. Today, he and Ron planned to go to the playground to play Quidditch after visiting Hermione, but now it seems that this plan will undoubtedly be cancelled. .

Moreover, since the Christmas holidays, the good mood brought about by the fact that no one in the castle secretly talked about his Parseltongue, or secretly accused him of being the heir of Slytherin is also rapidly fading away. Tell him about the young wizard named Amosta Braine.

"Amosta Bryan, who claims to be an investigator."

Harry asked worriedly, "Hermione, what do you think that Brian entered Hogwarts to investigate?"

"It doesn't matter, Harry, what else is there to investigate in the school now?"

Harry and Ron didn't seem to worry about getting fired for this at all, which made the little witch who was in a bad mood even more irritable.

Harry felt his stomach, warmed by the white rice porridge that morning, twitch with an inexplicable chill. He had never heard the name, and, besides Mr. Weasley, he had never fought any wizard with an official title. However, this did not prevent the heavy pressure on his heart after hearing the name 'Investigator'.

Because of Parseltongue, he was already the object of suspicion among the little wizards. If everyone found out that an investigator had come to the school in the second half of the semester, how much criticism would he have to bear?
Harry could already seem to see the smug look on Malfoy's repulsive face, and perhaps he would be the first to report himself to the Inquisitor.

"Why would the Ministry of Magic suddenly send an investigator into the school...I mean, there is Headmaster Dumbledore in the school, and he never mentioned it to me."

Mentioning this, Harry suddenly remembered the night Justin was attacked, he had a conversation with Headmaster Dumbledore in his office, and at that time, for various reasons, especially the fear of Headmaster Dumbledore would have mistaken him for some kind of connection with the founder of Slytherin House, so he didn't confess to Dobby's warnings and the horrific voices that preceded every attack.

Could it be that Principal Dumbledore was dissatisfied with his concealment, so he agreed to let the Ministry of Magic take over?

So will the Ministry of Magic save trouble and follow the rumors in the school and put him directly in the wizarding prison that Malfoy said?
"Needless to say, Harry, Snape's old bat must be behind the scenes!"

Ron, holding half a potato pie in his hand, raised his freckled nose and swore firmly,
"Think about it, Harry, this Brian has a close relationship with Snape, maybe he graduated from Slytherin House"

Ron started chewing his potato cakes again, and analyzed in a decent way,
"Who wants to kick you out of this school the most, without a doubt, is Snape, and I'll bet you, Harry, that the investigator was brought in by Snape to do it..."

"Thank you, Ron, after listening to your analysis, I feel much better."

Harry sat listlessly on the edge of the bed, and said listlessly.

"Stop the bullshit, Ron."

No matter what the reason was, since Snape didn't expose him directly last night, it seemed that this meant that he would not be expelled from the school for stealing the professor's finances. Hermione who figured this out was a little less nervous, She folded her arms on her chest and stared at Ron menacingly,

"Even the Minister of Magic has no right to expel a Hogwarts student at will, unless Headmaster Dumbledore nods, but Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore will not fire you, will he?"

If it was before that conversation, Harry might have been able to give an affirmative answer. He could always feel that the old man with silver beard and hair treated him a little differently from other little wizards, although they had very few direct conversations.

"Maybe, Hermione,"

Harry hesitated to answer, "At least, Dumbledore told Hagrid that he didn't think I attacked Colin and the others, and he couldn't agree to fire me just because I hid something from him."

Just when Harry was worrying about gains and losses, Ron, who was refuted by Hermione, still murmured and expressed his point of view in a low voice. Suddenly, he frowned and looked at the pure white ceiling, making a memory expression,

"Amosta Bryan..., this name, where do I really think I heard it?"

The low whisper woke Harry instantly,

"Ron, since this Brian claims to be an investigator, he must be Mr. Weasley's colleague or something. Maybe, they have a good relationship, maybe...you can write me a letter and ask, I am Say, explain in advance, before he finds me—”

Ron's parents, the Weasleys are Harry's favorite wizards, and they are also very kind to him. The week he spent with the Weasleys last year was the most wonderful summer vacation time in so many years If Mr. Weasley knew Amosta Bryan, he would not refuse to help him defend himself.

The golden sunshine gradually climbed up the clubs on the playground, and the breeze on the spacious grass was mixed with a little spring.

"Of course there's no problem, Harry, I can write..."

Ron replied hesitantly, still remembering where exactly he heard the name,

"Fred and George may have heard of it. As for Prefect Percy, oh, we'd better not look for him. For his career, maybe he will be more keen to betray us than Malfoy!"

"That's your brother, Ron"

Hermione threw back the covers, sat on the edge of the bed and put on her boots,

"You shouldn't say that about him."

Among the trio, Hermione has the highest opinion of Ron's brother, Percy Weasley. In private, she has asked Percy many times for difficult questions, and Percy has indeed helped Hermione with his rich knowledge. Solved many problems.

"Before he became a prefect and determined to be the chairman of the Boys' Student Union, we were indeed brothers, but it's hard to say now."

Ron's ears were red, and he said angrily, "I'll never forget the five points he gave me in front of the Myrtle bathroom!"

"Percy is a prefect, and discipline is his job, Ron."

Although she was there when Percy deducted points from Ron, she didn't see anything wrong with Percy's behavior.

Hermione stood up and stomped on her boots, then turned up the collar of her wizard robe to hide the black hair on her cheeks as much as possible,
"Go get your invisibility cloak, Harry, do you want me to walk out of the hospital hospital in this image?"

"Oh, go out?"

Harry, who was in a daze, came back to his senses in surprise,
"Are you going to play Quidditch with us, Hermione?"

"When on earth are you going to throw Quidditch out of your head, Harry?"

Hermione looked defeated,
"Of course we are going to investigate that Mr. Blaine. We must first find out his origin, don't we?"

(End of this chapter)