In the Three Broomsticks Bar, the people who were eavesdropping on the conversation between Fudge and several Hogwarts faculty and staff were definitely not only Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but also the students sitting in a circle nearby were eavesdropping on their conversations.

Some of the families had relatives in important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and the students who had already learned about it were silent, and some of the young wizards who had never heard of such things tried to keep quiet, but their open mouths betrayed their hearts.

Amosta was actually standing behind Hermione, just playing a little trick to keep him from seeing.

Condescendingly looked at Ron and Hermione in shock, and under the table, his expression gradually changed from stunned to silent, and finally, Harry, whose green eyes were full of unforgettable hatred, sighed in his heart.

Fate has an amazing inertia, even if Amosta's appearance invisibly changes many things, but there are still many things that still follow the original trajectory, Harry finally knows the truth about the murder of his parents.

By the time Professor McGonagall and the others had finished talking to Black, Amosta thought for a moment, and he quickly dodged one person after another, and returned to the bar, and two minutes later, slowly appeared in the bar lobby as if nothing had happened.

Glancing at Harry, whose expression had changed subtly, and Hermione and Ron, who were even breathing when they found themselves appearing, Amosta smiled and walked back to his seat, but instead of sitting down, he just put the bottle sealed with the Dementor directly into Fudge's arms,

"I'm sorry, folks, but it occurred to me that the house I rented in the village hadn't been cleaned for a while, and I had to deal with it before Christmas."

Afterwards, Amosta left the Three Broomsticks Bar.

Only an hour or two had passed, and the trail between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts had been covered with a blanket of snow nearly a foot later, and it was not too late at this time, and few of the young wizards who had gone to Hogsmeade for the weekend had returned, and Amosta waded through the snow alone, quietly thinking about how he could "tactfully" dismiss him if Harry came to him later and asked if he knew about his parents' past.

"Everything is normal in school, Professor Brian!"

When asked if something had happened, Amosta loyally subordinate, Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, snorted and said respectfully.

Although the appearance of the thousand-year-old castle is still majestic and magnificent, in fact, after years of erosion, there are many dilapidated places inside, and the huge amount of money consumed by daily teaching makes the funds allocated by the school board stretched, and there is not much money to repair the castle, so when winter comes, there will always be air leaks everywhere in the corridors of the school, and the temperature is not much different from the outside.

Although the mana wizard's reaction to heat and cold was no longer too obvious, Amosta, who had just walked in the open air for a while, still felt a little stiff in his hands and feet, so he canceled his original plan to go to Remus to ask Harry about his studies.

With a snap of his fingers to light the fire in the fireplace, Amosta warmed his hands as he casually looked at the grid of surveillance footage on the wall.

The cold weather forced the little wizards who love to wander back to the lounge, and only in the library, there are many fifth-grade students who are preparing for the 'high school entrance examination'.

On the top floor of the West Tower, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the dark owl shack, all three with stiff expressions on their faces, and Amosta silently watched as they walked down the tower, through the armor hallway, and finally, through the passage on the other side of the foyer on the first floor, into the Slytherin crypt.

"It's been so long and you haven't gotten out of trouble?"

Amosta muttered to himself a little strangely, hesitated for a moment, remembered Professor Snape's admonition, and Amosta decided not to interfere for the time being.

Things were a bit unexpected, he thought that after Harry learned the truth about his parents being killed by Blake, he would immediately return to the castle and rush to ask if he knew the truth, but Harry didn't do that, just through the occasional observation of the surveillance, no matter where he went for a few days, he was a sullen face.

Another week had passed, and now, with only two weeks left until the end of the semester, Dumbledore's absence had not stopped the school from getting more and more busy with the Christmas atmosphere, and Professor Flitsch, who taught Charms, had already decorated his classroom with colorful lights, which would turn into real fairies, flapping their wings and flying around the classroom.

For some reason, Hagrid suddenly asked him and Professor McGonagall for a few days off at the same time.

So, the task of creating a festive atmosphere in the auditorium fell to Amosta - Filch could do it, but he didn't have much magic to do it.

As the holidays approach, the professors also wanted to let the students relax before Christmas, so on Friday night, the little ones with little homework were running around the castle...

Or rather, a few big dung eggs were thrown in the bathroom on a certain floor, a little wizard who provoked Peeves was locked in armor, or a young first-year wizard who was not familiar with the moving stairs in the castle accidentally stepped into the air and broke his arm, and one night, Filch's frantic roar resounded throughout Hogwarts Main Castle.

In order to avoid Filch, who was about to rush into his office every few moments, Amosta ran to the library where there was no one before the festival to hide, but here, he accidentally found three small ones drowning in a large pile of books.

"That's not quite right--"

Amosta smacked his tongue and said,

"I wouldn't be too surprised if it was just Miss Granger, but the three of you are showing up in the library together?"

"For Hagrid, Professor Brian--"

Since Amosta was no longer a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he had seen these little guys a lot less, especially Hermione and Ron, who hadn't officially spoken to Professor Bryan for a month or two, except for the occasional greeting, so when faced with his inquiry, Hermione and Ron were already a little reserved.

"The Ministry of Magic has decided to formally accept Lucius Malfoy's lawsuit, with a trial date in April next year, and we... I want to help him--" Reading Pavilion

Hermione's eyes were red, but there was a grief in her eyes when she looked at her, and Amosta understood that the little girl was probably blaming herself for being Hagrid's nominal boss, but she didn't care about Hagrid's current predicament.

It turned out to be the case, no wonder Hagrid was in a low mood when he asked for leave that day, and asked two questions himself, but Hagrid was reluctant to say, probably, he didn't want to make trouble for himself.

"So, you're trying to help Hagrid prepare a defense?"

Amosta glanced at the dusty dossier and asked, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he nodded,

"Hagrid should be glad to have your friends who genuinely care about him."

As he spoke, he walked around them and prepared to walk in the direction of the forbidden book area.

Ron whispered to Hermione to shut up, but Hermione was obviously a little dissatisfied with Professor Bryan's understatement, she glared at him indignantly, and was about to ask him why he didn't care about his subordinates, but at this moment, Harry's mouth suddenly opened in a dull expression,

"Professor Blaine!"

Amosta raised her eyebrows and turned slowly with a gentle smile on her face,

"What's the matter, Potter, what's the matter?"

"You know those things, don't you?"

At this moment, Ron and Hermione both winked at Harry, hoping that he would shut up, but Harry ignored the reminders, and the flickering torches on the wall reflected in his turquoise eyes, and he asked with a slight gasp

"I mean, my parents died at Voldemort's hands because of Blake's betrayal, you always knew that, right... Because you've been on the hunt for that filthy and smelly traitor! ”

The library was not without a single person, and when a young wizard heard Harry shouting Voldemort's name, he was so frightened that he slipped off his stool and sat on the ground looking at it with a horrified expression.

Call--

"Let's go to my office and talk--"

With a sigh, Amosta said.



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