"Until Black is caught, Harry, you should stay in the Gryffindor common room every night, and you must not sneak out of the castle in the middle of the night to find Hagrid, or, break into the Forbidden Forest!" Hermione glared at Harry sternly.

"You're talking like we didn't take you with us when we went to Hagrid."

Ron squinted at Hermione and said with a little dissatisfaction.

Harry didn't intervene in the argument between Ron and Hermione, although his eyes only fell on the pictures in the Muggle newspapers, but he could also feel a few strange eyes looking at him, and the owners of those eyes were the same 'second generation officials' as Ron, who had already known the purpose of Blake's escape, but they did not publicize it in the school due to the warning from their families.

"I know—" Harry interrupted the argument in a muffled voice.

Blake's horror reminded Harry of the place Professor Bryan had taken him to during the summer vacation, and it taught Harry that the wizarding world was not just beautiful and magical, and that the Muggle world was no less dark and filthy here.

"I'll try to stay in the castle after dark."

Harry's performance pleased Hermien, and Ron seemed very surprised by this, but he also knew that this was not something to joke about, and after shrugging his shoulders innocently, he didn't say anything, and buried himself in breakfast.

The first lesson of the morning for third year was a herb class shared by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

The conversation at breakfast was delayed a little, which meant that the three of Harry and the three of them had to trot all the way to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

On the lawn of the school compound, first-year students are learning how to ride a broomstick under the guidance of Mrs. Hodge.

Harry looked at the swaying students who were floating ten feet above the ground, and couldn't help but think back to his first encounter with broomsticks in his first year, when he had deflated Malfoy in front of everyone and was invited by Professor McGonagall to join the Gryffindor team.

"I hope Blake can convince Wood--"

The memories of the past made Harry's mood better, and Harry muttered quietly as he was still a stone's throw away from the greenhouse.

"Harry!"

At this moment, Ron, who was following him like a bodyguard, suddenly stopped and pointed in one direction and screamed.

"It's Hagrid... And, oh, I'm going to see what's going on! ”

After only a brief moment's hesitation, Harry made a decision, and after looking left and right to see if anyone was paying attention to him, he leaned down and ran.

"You just promised us, Harry!"

Looking at the fast back of the distance, Hermione exclaimed angrily.

"It's daytime, Hermione, it's not night!" Harry didn't look back, just beckoned.

Ron shrugged his shoulders innocently again and ran after Harry, while Hermione, angrily stamping her foot on the spot, and after a moment, she stole a glance at the slender gold chain exposed under her collar, looked around like a thief, and ran towards Hagrid's cabin with her bulging bag with her hands on her shoulder.

................

Amosta pushed open the bedroom window, squinting at the cool morning breeze, the fatigue of not sleeping all night gradually detached from his body.

Although it was early in the morning, the hard-working Hogsmeade villagers had already started their day's work, and the footsteps of the commercial streets and the sound of wooden wheels tumbling against the stone slabs could be clearly heard from a few houses away.

The distant hillside was still shrouded in a hazy white mist, but the fog also quickly melted away under the gradually dazzling sunlight, and a house with a strange atmosphere standing on the gentle slope loomed in the mist, and Amosta, who had a much clearer head, withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the half-blood giant sleeping on his bed, with a lot of helplessness in his eyes.

Late last night, Amosta, who got rid of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, dragged his tired body back to his temporary residence in Hogsmeade, but accidentally found a drunk Hagrid lying next to the trash can in another alley.

"That gray Hippogriff..., Draco boy, did you forget all my advice from last semester, he should be glad Buckbeak didn't hit him in the neck--"

Perhaps Hagrid's physique, who has the blood of a giant, is too different from that of a normal wizard, and the sobering potions concocted by Amosta can't make Hagrid fully sober up, so in desperation, he can only let Hagrid stay in his room for one night.

After going out to retrieve the Daily Prophet in his mailbox, Amosta returned to his dark and cramped living room, where he flipped through the newspaper and ate alone.

“... Blake escaped with serious injuries, and Auror Lux, the elite of the Auror Office, was heroically wounded and is currently recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries..."

Amosta slathered raspberry jam on the fluffy, yellowed slices of bread and rolled them into his mouth, letting out a long sigh of relief as his hungry stomach felt the food fill.

"Elite Auror Lux?"

Amosta munched on his bread as he rolled his eyes as he remembered when he had injured the guy named Dlux last night.

Tuk Tuk Tuk --

The sudden knock on the door outside the foyer made Amosta suddenly come back to his senses, and after finding out who was coming through several walls with a very penetrating gaze, Amosta quickly walked forward to open the door, looked at the smiling Remus Lupin, squinted his eyes, and asked calmly,

"What, what's going on at school... Also, how did you figure out that I live here? ”

Although still in the white, patched wizard's robes, Lupin looked better than he had looked two or three weeks ago, which finally made him look more like an energetic middle-aged wizard than a beggar with no meals.

"Don't be nervous, Amosta." Remus said gently,

"Everything is normal at school, and Harry isn't around... Hmm, won't you invite me in to talk, Amosta? ”

"I'm just afraid you'll think I'm not decent enough here--"

Knowing that Potter's father had cuckolded Professor Snape and that Lupin had been a friend of James Potter's, Amosta's tone was a little cool, but he turned around and walked back into the living room and beckoned Remus in.

For werewolves who have been crawling and fighting in a muddy life for half their lives, the resistance and disgust of wizards is already commonplace, Amosta's slightly cold attitude did not make Lupin feel any unpleasant, he was just a little strange, obviously the last time they met, because of the 50,000 gold galleons, Amosta's attitude towards himself was still very friendly...

As a werewolf, Lupin's demeanor and etiquette were already elegantly aristocratic, and when he entered the room, he stopped at the junction of the foyer and the living room, and smiled at Amosta, who continued to eat.

"Actually, it was Albus who told me you lived here..."

"Oh, yes, did Headmaster Dumbledore show you the mercy of how he knew I lived here?"

Amosta was not surprised that Dumbledore was able to figure out where he lived, Hogsmeade was right under his nose, and if he couldn't figure it out, then Albus Dumbledore wouldn't be worth so much fear.

"The proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, Ms. Rosmerta, is a friend of Albus's--" Remus said gently.

Amosta rolled her eyes and choked on the dough in her throat, which means... As soon as he rented the house here, Albus Dumbledore over there even figured out the rent of the house.

"Actually, I'm here for a commission from Dumbledore--" Remus said, glancing to the bedroom, "he wants me to help get Hagrid back to school..."

Amosta put down her fork and raised her brow, as if smiling,

"That's all?"



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