As night fell, young wizards and professors gradually converged on the Great Hall from all directions.

The ceiling of the auditorium cast a starry sky outside, and the four long tables under the stars were bustling with people, and the young wizards were in high spirits sharing the wonderful moments of the Christmas holidays with each other, as if they had forgotten the anxiety caused by the attacks before the holidays.

Harry was secretly relieved that he was most afraid of being watched by everyone and pointing fingers at him.

In the professorship, most of the professors were seated, Dumbledore was already in his usual seat, and Professor Lockhart was chattering to Professor McGonagall about how many fan letters he had received during the Christmas holidays, and Professor McGonagall glared at Headmaster Dumbledore with hatred, but Dumbledore pretended not to see it.

The amusing scene made Harry purse the corners of his mouth, but when he saw the extra seat next to Professor Snape, Harry's face was a little overwhelmed, he guessed a possibility, but he didn't want to believe it.

Ron was speaking to his twin brother, "You guys came back early in the morning, why didn't I see you all day?" ”

"Oh, dear little Ronnie has learned to ask around?" Among the twins, Fred looked up at Ron and raised an eyebrow and said, "Then again, why didn't Miss Jack-of-all-trades come to the dinner?" ”

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

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

"And little Ronnie has learned to keep secrets!" George followed his brother's words, and then, the two of them stopped paying attention to Ron.

Harry noticed the uneasy gaze, he glanced at it and saw that it was Neville who was looking at him without saying a word, so he immediately knew what Neville cared about, but he couldn't tell Neville that Hermione was still in the school hospital to treat her beautiful black hair, so Harry quickly lowered his head 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 walks past Goyle and Daphne and asks Marcus Flint, who looks like a troll, about something, but Marcus is impatient.

"I did hear about it later, and it was said to be related to him, but the details were kept under lock by Dumbledore, and the Gryffindor team didn't want to say a word... As far as I can see, they don't know anything, because they were carried back that night by the professors! ”

During the Christmas holidays, Flint was selected for the Luxembourg Quidditch team, but the results were disappointing, as his academic performance meant that he had to accept his family's offer to work as an unpopular clerk in the Ministry's unpopular department after graduation.

The little wizards who had arrived in the auditorium quickly gathered into the four long tables, and the hall was noisy like hundreds of Cornish elves, and many of them were already looking at the professorship with their necks stretched out, as if asking why they hadn't eaten yet.

"Ah, here we are."

Snape heard Dumbledore whisper and looked up to see Amosta striding in the foyer, quickly approaching the staff desk.

"I'm sorry, guys, I was too busy to forget about dinner." Amosta apologized quietly.

The professors smiled at him, Professor McGonagall had informed the professors of the various departments that there was a security guard in the castle for the second half of the semester, and that Amosta had visited them one after another in the past two days, except for Lockhart, who had been the last professor to return to the school.

"Sit down, Amosta," Professor Flitwick shouted in a shrill voice, "the little wizards are starving!" ”

"Need a word, Amosta?"

Dumbledore moved his silver beard and smiled at Amosta.

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

Almost instantly, several long tables were filled with sumptuous food, and the noisy auditorium was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and the clanging sound of the utensils colliding with each other was like a light music.

Of course, this harmony is only expressive, and Amosta can feel at least a hundred pairs of eyes falling on him.

Five minutes after the meal began, almost all the young wizards knew the name of the handsome young wizard next to Professor Snape, and the source of the information was the senior seniors from the fifth year onwards, who had all spent time at the school with Amosta.

But there are different opinions about Amosta's famous experience at school.

Some say that Amosta ran into the Forbidden Forest one night before Christmas in his fifth grade and set a fire, only to trap himself and probably die there if it weren't for the Gryffindor team that was training in the Forbidden Forest at the time.

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

Both arguments have their supporters, and neither can convince anyone.

Malfoy kept his head down at the lamb chops on his plate, and did not participate in the discussion at all, for, in his letter today, his father had sternly warned him not to anger Amosta Blaine.

Lucius Malfoy knows who exactly got Amosta into Hogwarts, and Malfoy, the name of Kakus Foley, will not have heard of it, as long as he has a little imagination, he should guess where Amosta got it from, and there are few 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 Amosta.

Malfoy had been having nightmares for half a month because of what happened in the dormitory at noon that day, and whenever he closed his eyes, he would clearly see the eight-eyed spider neatly split in half, with intestines and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

"Please, Harry, can I tell me about that!"

"Of course, Ron, if you want me to be hated or even retaliated against by him for revealing his privacy..., if I am imprisoned in Azkaban, you and Hermione should remember to come to see me often!"

During the Christmas holidays, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had agreed not to tell anyone about Amosta Bryan from Hagrid.

Regardless of whether Mr. Brell was sent by the Ministry of Magic or the School Board, he entered Hogwarts to find the heir of Slytherin, and Harry, who was the most suspicious object in everyone's eyes, wanted to avoid doing anything that might make Mr. Bryan unhappy.

But for Ron, it was indeed a painful thing, after all, there were not many opportunities for him to be in the limelight.

After another ten minutes, the focus of the young wizards' private discussion gradually shifted from 'who he was' to 'what he was here for'.

"Perhaps, the Defence Against the Dark Arts course is finally going to consume two professors a year?"

Millicent Bird, the dubious girl who had fought a 'wandless duel' with Hermione in Lockhart's dueling class, shook her fat jaw and laughed harshly.

Millicent's joke did cause an uproar at the Slytherin table, but of course, the focus of their ridicule was Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, and most of the Slytherin students saw that Lockhart was nothing more than a storyteller.

Malfoy shrunk his shoulders, and he glanced quickly at Amosta, who was talking to Dumbledore at the faculty table, before quickly lowering his head, pretending not to know the person around him who was laughing.

"There's something wrong with you tonight, Draco?" Pansy, who was sitting on the other side of him, asked with concern as she tilted her head over to observe the quiet, somewhat overly Malfoy.

"Shut up, Pansy!" Malfoy didn't even look at her, his voice hurried, "Unless you want to be neatly cut in half by someone!" ”

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

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

"They're just curious about a stranger who suddenly appears, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta nodded politely in response, and in front of Dumbledore, he tried to avoid saying too much, and it was not for nothing that he said this from his mouth.

Dumbledore didn't care about his deliberate restraint, and still talked to 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."

Amosta smiled modestly, but Dumbledore was still going to continue,

"--I'm old, Amosta, but luckily, I'm not a pedantic old fellow, you're right, keeping the kids safe is the most important thing--"

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting on Dumbledore's left hand side with her ears pricked up, pursed her lips, looking unpleased.

"I think that's a genius idea, Amosta, I mean, you set up that alchemical object in your office, though there are voices saying it invades the privacy of the little wizards..."

Dumbledore finally tactfully revealed his attitude towards Amosta's surveillance of young wizards.

"Thank you for your understanding, Headmaster Dumbledore, if you're willing, I can move that surveillance system to your office after the Locked Room attack is over---"

Amosta nodded gratefully.

It's guaranteed to be much better than monitoring the school with a portrait--- which is something that Amosta didn't say.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Dumbledore hoped that Amosta would come out more often when he had time to communicate with the young wizards.

"The kids want to get to know you, Amosta."

Dumbledore ended the conversation with a trivial request.

"Traitor..."

As he withdrew his gaze, Amosta muttered something in a whisper.

Snape, who had been sandwiched between Amosta and Dumbledore, darkened his face, obviously knowing who Amosta was talking about.

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