Today's weather was the worst in the past few days, but there was a relaxed atmosphere in the air on the Hogwarts campus, and every staff member who was busy preparing for the start of the school year had the feeling that the cold castle they were in was only when it was filled with young wizards.

Harry walked out of Hogsmeade Station and saw Hogwarts Castle lit up in the gloomy rain, and his swelling joy immediately diluted Sirius's frustration at not going to King's Cross to drop him off at school and meeting Draco Malfoy on the train.

Not only him, but Ron, who was in a bad mood because of the strange-looking dress, also relaxed, and they and their Hogwarts classmates couldn't wait to board the unhorse-drawn carriage for the little wizard outside the station.

After a summer vacation, everyone can't wait to share what they have seen and heard during the summer vacation, and of course, most of them are talking about the duel that attracted the world's attention on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final.

"Grandma doesn't want to go—"

Looking at the classmates who were caught in a heated discussion, Neville said pitifully,

"She refused to buy the ticket because she didn't think the game was interesting, but when she saw what happened that night in the newspaper, she regretted it."

"Think about it another way, Neville—" Hermione reassured him, "so many wizards witnessed that duel, but not many of them had the opportunity to be personally instructed by Professor Bryan, and besides, you were an assistant appointed by Professor Bryan."

At the mention of this, Hermione, who was originally comforting Neville, suddenly shuddered, and said with a worried face,

"When school starts, if Professor Bryan finds out that people aren't making enough progress, he's going to be angry with us. Oh, where is Luna, I'm going to find her! ”

"Oh, speaking of which--"

Harry immediately became worried,

"At least you're still running during the summer, Hermione, I'm afraid my level will regress a lot."

"Save it, you two--" Ron said angrily, "you are nimble like the goblins in my garden when it comes to dodging the witch named Melanov!" ”

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by winged boar sculptures and drove down a wide driveway, shaking violently due to the strong winds. Harry leaned against the window of the car and saw Hogwarts getting closer, many of the lighted windows gleaming dimly behind the thick curtain of rain.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and Harry, who was staring out the window, suddenly jumped up, and he pointed to the air and shouted,

"Someone just flew over!"

Harry's screams silenced the car for a second or two, and then, except for Hermione, everyone rushed to Harry's window, staring out the window with wide eyes, but unfortunately, the light of the lightning was gone, and they couldn't see anything.

"You mean-" Hermione stared at Harry's face suspiciously, "someone practicing Quidditch in this weather?" ”

"How is this weather possible!" Harry was still excited, "Even Wood can't do this kind of immoral thing, I just saw that the man flew straight over, not on a broomstick!" ”

"Professor Blaine?"

Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

Of all the professors at Hogwarts, Professor Bryan was the only one who had demonstrated magical flight in front of her, leaning on the window and looking in the direction of Harry's finger.

"That direction. Is it the Black Lagoon? ”

"What is Professor Bryan doing in the Black Lake?" Neville said in surprise.

"Maybe someone fell into the Black Lake, oh, I hope it won't be Hagrid, if Hagrid falls into the lake, then this year's first-year students will probably have to go down and take a cold shower, hey, this weather-"

Ron shuddered, but looked out at the darkness outside the carriage with interest.

It was only a short walk from the bottom of the marble staircase to the foyer, and the students' clothes were basically soaked, and everyone scrambled into the auditorium, hoping to rush in to warm up, but the floor was too slippery, and there were too many students trying to squeeze in, and the situation was getting worse and worse.

"Ouch--"

In the confusion, Hermione was trampled hard, and she immediately let out a cry of pain, but Harry and Ron, who were close at hand, didn't hear it, and each tried to keep it from falling, so Hermione only shrank her head like a quail, and moved forward little by little in pain.

Call--

With a gust of wind, Amosta fell from the sky to the ground, looking at the blocked road in front of him and the little wizards with painful faces in the rain, Amosta sighed, held the wand that slipped from his sleeve and pointed to the sky, and a milky white curtain of flowing water emerged from the tip of his wand.

The light curtain twisted and deformed in midair, forming a canopy closed on both sides and at the top, blocking the sparse raindrops, and then, the wand was pointed at the little wizards with cold noses and swollen faces, and sprayed a warm wind, and then, to their surprise, not only did the rain stop overhead, but the rain-soaked clothes that were clinging to their skin also became dry.

Professor McGonagall sped over the auditorium, and traffic was quickly restored under the direction of the two professors.

"How's it going, Amosta—"

When the ice-solid flow of people began to flow slowly, Professor McGonagall, who was huddled in the auditorium and could not go out, stood on tiptoe and shouted eagerly,

"Did the kid get it back?"

"Dennis!" Colin from the pile of students finally came out, and when he saw the little boy who was being held in Professor Blaine's hand, he exclaimed in surprise and excitement,

"What's going on, why are you staying with Professor Blaine?"

"I fell into the lake, Colin!" With his hands and feet dangling, Dennis shouted at the top of his voice, "And then, this gentleman flew over and dragged me up from the lake, and wait, you're Professor Blaine!" ”

"Let's get in line, little one—"

Amosta said with a grin, and he placed the first-year creature on the ground, bathed in reverent gazes, and floated directly above the heads of the little wizards into the auditorium.

The auditorium was once again in its former glory, decorated for the new semester banquet, with hundreds of candles floating above the tables, illuminating gold plates and goblets. By the time Harry and the others had squeezed in, the four house tables were already full of twittering students. At the top of the auditorium was a fifth table, and in addition to Professor McGonagall waiting in the foyer for the first-year students, the faculty members they knew were already in place.

"Less—" Harry said to Hermione, gesturing to the vacated seat at the faculty table, "presumably the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's seat." ”

"But where is he?"

Hermione craned her neck, her eyes glancing around the auditorium, and said with a little anxiety,

"I don't see a new professor, is it possible that Professor Dumbledore hasn't found anyone?"

Hermione's guess might have had some truth until the sorting ceremony was over, and the four long tables were filled with fragrant food, and they didn't see the vacated seat occupied.

Faculty and staff tables.

Looking at the little wizards who were gobbling up below, Dumbledore smiled, he put down his knife and fork, and looked at Amosta slightly,

"I'm going to announce to the kids that Triwizard Tournament is back at Hogwarts this year, and Amosta, you've made a great contribution to it, and I think it's up to you to tell the kids the good news."

The professors at the faculty table, some were dealing with their own food, some were chatting with the people around them, but after Dumbledore said this fluttering remark, they all expressed surprise.

It is a tradition at Hogwarts for the Headmaster to speak at the opening dinner, and since Dumbledore took the position of Headmaster, no matter how busy he was, he had not missed the occasion, and today he actually asked Amosta to explain in the place of the young wizards, it seems... A very obvious signal!

(End of chapter)