"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Snape frowned, glanced at a trembling Draco, and then looked at Amosta and asked, in his reflection, it seemed to be the first time he had seen Amosta treat a young wizard in such a harsh tone.

Snape's question also made Amosta wake up immediately, and he immediately restrained the solemnity on his face, and changed it to a gentle expression in an instant, as if his face had changed.

"Nothing--"

Amosta shook his head slightly, and after responding to Snape's question, he looked at Draco apologetically,

"I didn't expect that lab class to cause you so much trouble, Draco, it's been two months, and you haven't been able to come out of the shadows, if so, do you need me to talk to your friends?"

"No, Professor Blaine--"

Draco's body shook for a moment, and he lowered his head again to stare at the floor, no longer making eye contact with anyone,

"I was able to solve my own problems."

"Can you fix it?"

Snape's questioning voice was filled with anger

"Draco, do you know how many professors have been like me in this time to give you feedback on your questions, they said you behaved like a piece of wood in class, ah--sure, after I reminded you earlier, your homework is finally back to normal, but"

Snape seemed to have had enough of Draco's performance as a loser, and he took the opportunity to vent all the rebukes that had been holding back in his stomach for some time, and Amosta leaned back in his chair, watching the scene unfold without saying a word.

It wasn't until five minutes later that Professor Snape gasped, but his forehead jumped with anger at the sight of Draco's resigned expression.

"I think Draco needs to be given a little more time, Professor Snape--"

Amosta said calmly, "After all, he may have never dealt with such a situation before. ”

Professor Snape subconsciously retorted, but before he could speak, he saw Draco, whose shoulders were trembling slightly, as if he was trying to break free of something, and his heart softened, and he finally stopped.

"Well, I hope you can do your best to reconcile with your friends, Draco, and before Easter, I'd like to see your changes-"

Professor Snape said with a gloomy face, he looked at Amosta again, hesitated, but couldn't help but ask,

"When did you become acquainted with Lucius, Amosta?"

"It's not a friendship, it's just a one-sided relationship--"

Amosta said lightly, he saw the doubts in Snape's heart, and quietly glanced at Draco with his ears pricked up, Amosta's eyes were deep,

"He personally encountered a little trouble, and the last time we met, he learned that I have a talent for solving problems for others, so he came to me to have a look."

Snape was not a fool, he immediately knew that what Lucius was afraid of encountering was far from being a small trouble, otherwise, he would not rush into Hogwarts in a hurry during the Christmas season, asking him to help introduce Amosta, thinking of this, Snape's mind was racing, and he suddenly remembered something.

Shortly after the start of the school year, Draco approached him and said that someone was threatening his parents, but when he asked who did it and why, Draco didn't say a word.

Later, he wrote a letter to Lucius to inquire about this, but all he got was Lucius's vague statement, because there were no accidents in the future, and there was the incident of Sirius infiltrating Hogwarts on Halloween, so that Snape actually forgot about it.

So, Lucius came to see Amosta this time, hoping that he could help solve this trouble?

In a flash of light, Snape guessed the general truth of the matter.

After a moment of silence, Snape narrowed his eyes and said in a soft tone,

"Is there anything I can do to help, Amosta?"

"It's just a small problem, Professor."

Amosta smiled and emphasized again.

Since Amosta was reluctant to intervene in this matter, and Snape did not want to force it, he now understood that the student he favored no longer needed his protection, and in turn, maybe one day in the future, he would need his help.

"Hmph, I can't tell--"

When Snape and Malfoy left, Sirius immediately demanded that Amosta turn him back into a human.

"Snot Essence cares a lot about the students of his own house, and I bet he certainly doesn't treat the other three houses like this."

Waving his hand to open the surveillance screen, Amosta calmly watched Professor Snape and Draco walk through the corridor on the third floor, all the way down to the first floor, and into the Great Hall.

"I need to get out for a while--"

Amosta said calmly

"If you find a person bored, I can send you to Remus."

"Remus is working,"

Sirius understood what Amosta meant, and he took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the corner of his desk, admiring the wanted warrant that he still hadn't taken down from the front page, and waved lazily,

"I don't want to bother him, you can lock the door if you're afraid I'll get you in trouble if I'm running around."

"It's not that I don't trust you, Sirius—"

Amosta said happily and locked the door.

During the meal, the Great Hall was back to a bit of its usual hustle and bustle, with about three or forty percent of the students already returning, and on four long tables, small groups of students sat in small groups, passionately discussing the Quidditch matches of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw that would take place on the first Saturday of school.

Amosta passed by the students without alarming anyone, for the young wizards couldn't see the head of the security office.

At the Slytherin table, Miss Pansy Pankinson sat next to Malfoy in a few empty seats, and she looked sadly at Malfoy, who was eating mechanically, and looked like she wanted to stop talking, but unfortunately, Malfoy's always cold reaction discouraged her.

Draco, Vincent, and Gregory, the three of them are outliers in the auditorium, treating eating as a task, and not communicating with each other, nor at all.

In this fast pace, the three Malfoy quickly solved the problem of lunch, and then, without delaying at all, they got up and left, but when they walked out of the hall from the auditorium, something went wrong.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked down the stairs on the other side, the three little ones looked to have a better Christmas holiday, each with a slightly plumper cheek, and they were talking and laughing as they walked into the auditorium, but when they saw Malfoy coming towards them, the three of them immediately stopped.

Harry and Ron's eyes lit up, and even Hermione, who had never been easily hostile to a person, glared at them angrily.

What kind of beam has been formed again?

Amosta frowned slightly, standing a few steps behind Draco, his arms clenched into fists watching the scene, he didn't want to be sideways at this time.

Fortunately, the conflict did not happen, Hermione took the lead in suppressing her temper, she pulled the two little wizards who were gearing up and left, while Draco and his two little henchmen did not linger long, and went directly down the stairs to the basement on the right.

Amosta followed the three of them all the way to the underground common room in Slytherin, followed them upstairs, and into the dormitory.

Standing at the bedside of the three hapless little ones, Amosta surveys everything in the room with a very bedside eye - the exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the gap between the bed and the wall, the wardrobe stacked with clothes, the desk with magic books and magazines.

The soles of Amosta's feet were a few feet above the ground, and he floated through his dorm room, the dark green light from the bottom of the lake outside his window penetrating his body, leaving no shadow on the floor or walls.

Not here

Ten minutes later, Amosta made a decision.

For most of the afternoon, the three Malfoys lay upright in bed like puppets, and even when their roommates Nott and Sabini returned from vacation, the three Malfoys didn't get up to communicate with them.

With great patience, Amosta 'sit' in the air, quietly waiting.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the water at the bottom of the Black Lake became pitch black, and it was as if the three people who had been instructed to sit up one after another, and after simply cleaning up, they walked out of the basement unhurriedly.

(End of chapter)