Neville tried his best to hide the embarrassment and the pressure of so many people's eyes, but his gaze drifted unconsciously to Harry and Malfoy, and he saw that the two men were entangled, Harry holding his wand against Malfoy's temple, and Harry himself squatting on the shoulder of a hideous viper. Neville is also an 'old comrade' in physical education class, and who that poisonous snake belongs to is something that doesn't need to be thought about.

"Aren't you supposed to be—"

The broken windows still received the cold wind, the torches on the classroom walls swayed wildly under the strong wind, the temperature in the classroom was very low, but in just half a minute, Neville was already sweating, he was facing Hermione, his eyes fixed on the two of them,

"Isn't it in—"

Hermione took a deep breath as she twisted around and strode toward Harry and Malfoy with a 'I've had enough' look.

"Get your viper off Harry's shoulder, Malfoy, and that's it!"

Hermione first grabbed Harry's wand (Harry hesitated but didn't say anything), then looked at Malfoy, his brown eyes flashing dangerously.

Under the gaze of this powerful gaze, Draco, who was about to say something, avoided his eyes as if he had been burned, and he looked at Harry, and straightened his nose, as if he was a little unwilling.

Syllable!

Draco slapped Harry's hand away with his free hand, then bent down to pick up his wand and waved it at the summoned black python, which turned into green smoke.

The first official shot of Amosta's physical education students was unexpectedly 'cannibalism', but fortunately, although this duel was dangerous, it did not seriously hurt the two parties involved, and the result of this duel If you win or lose, Draco can say that you win a little, but if you talk about life and death, it can be said that it is a draw.

"Keep your mouth shut, Longbottom!"

As he passed Neville's side, Draco squinted coldly, dropped a sentence lightly, and left with Pansy and Astoria, leaving Neville with a swollen face to stay where he was, and before he walked out of the classroom, Draco's footsteps stopped, and he turned to look at Harry, who was staring at him without moving.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and they both read disgust in each other's eyes, and some emotions other than disgust, that they had not had before.

"What the hell is going on, Hermione--" Neville was used to Malfoy's insults, and he quickly adjusted his mood and asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"Let's get back to it, Neville—"

Hermione dusted off Harry's shoulder where the viper had just squatted, then looked around at the messy classroom and sighed slightly,

"Let's clean up this place first, if someone else comes here to train later, I'm afraid of this"

In the middle of speaking, Hermione suddenly remembered something and stared at Neville again, her handsome face full of seriousness

"Neville, this time, you can't be like that time in first grade. If Professor Bryan knew, he wouldn't tolerate Harry and Malfoy's actions! ”

After leaving Hogwarts, Amosta vanished directly to London. With him and Dumbledore leaving Hogwarts at the same time, and Videa Cleona still in the school, he didn't want to leave for too long, and he had planned to go straight to the Ministry of Magic.

But on second thought, if he behaves too urgently, he may reveal some flaws.

In addition to being a wizard with a high level of knowledge in the dark arts, Voldemort himself is also extremely intelligent. Otherwise, there is no reason to hide under Dumbledore's nose for so many years, and moreover, he has bewitched so many loyal doglegs from famous families.

After some thought, Amosta sent a letter of visit to Barty Crouch's office, asking if he would have time the morning after tomorrow, according to normal etiquette, when he would visit.

Later, Amosta found a Muggle hotel near the Ministry of Magic and stayed there.

The Ministry of Magic is located in the most prosperous downtown area of London, an international city, and although there are still more than ten days before Christmas, and the sky still occasionally falls with a small burst of snowflakes, the festive atmosphere here is already quite strong. Every storefront on the street has put out Christmas decorations, and behind the glass windows of high-rise buildings, there are many colorful pictures of white-bearded old men, and eye-catching colored lights are hung.

The noise did not stop late at night.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Amosta silently stared at the crowd below, laughing and laughing at the street where even the high-quality soundproof windows could not completely isolate him, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

During the two years he had just graduated, Amosta had been keeping an eye on the Muggle world, but since he had been brought back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore's commission two years earlier, he had been completely overwhelmed by the wizarding world, and he seemed to have paid little attention to the Muggle world.

Even the children and kind staff of the orphanage where he grew up rarely thought of them.

Thinking of this, Amosta's still young face revealed vicissitudes and exhaustion, and sighed slightly.

According to his character, he still admires the life of a 'ranger' more than becoming a 'famous Amosta Blaine' as he is now.

But unconsciously, one thing after another, one thing after another, shaped the connection between him and the British wizarding world more closely, and it could no longer be disconnected. Whether by heart or force, he had to fight for the fate of the nearly 100,000 inhabitants of the country's magical civilization.

The thought was changing, and Amosta suddenly remembered the secrets that he had recently glimpsed into the secret room in the kitchen at the centaur sanctuary and the entrance left by Hufflepuff.

If one day, he really has a chance to return to the earth of his previous life. But the price may be that he will never be able to return to this wonderful magical world, so where will he go then?

In his previous life, the voice and appearance of his parents who were connected to his blood still exist in his mind, and he had friends in that world, as well as lovers who regretted breaking up. What impact did their departure have on their lives, and would they want to see themselves again?

And this world. If you really leave, how many people will really feel reluctant and sad, or how many people will celebrate with a crown?

Traverser.

Looking at the illusory reflection in the glass mirror, Amosta grinned and smiled self-deprecatingly. The traverser can see two or more worlds, which seems to be an enviable experience, but in a way, it is like a lonely ghost, with no place for the soul to settle down.

The older I get, the more sentimental I tend to be when the old and the new years alternate.

After a faint sigh, Amosta hooked his fingers, and the huge cashmere curtain closed automatically, closing the bustling scene outside the window.

Because of the last night's trouble, the next day, the unhappy Amosta interrupted his plans to go to the Muggle world to experience it, neither studying magic nor thinking about some complicated issues, but just lay down in his room and slept, until the next day, when the lights were on, a sudden owl woke up a somewhat scruffy-looking Amosta.

The person who replied was not Barty Crouch, but Percy.

Looking at the official rhetoric on the letterhead, Amosta raised an eyebrow, and then, shaking his head slightly, turned the letterhead into a wisp of green smoke in his palm.

(End of chapter)