In any case, the Christmas that many people have been looking forward to has come in the snow.

Every inch of the castle and the campus is filled with joy, and there has never been a Christmas when there are so many young wizards in the castle who haven't come home, and you can hear the cheerful laughter of the little wizards in every corridor, these students huddle in groups of twos, laughing and discussing the evening dance.

The only thing that is not beautiful is that the weather for these two days is probably the coldest time of the year.

When Amosta climbed up to the owl shack at the top of the tower with a large bag, he found that the entire outdoor corridor leading to the shack was covered with a thick layer of frozen ice.

It's dangerous, and if a student slips on the ground, Madam Pomfrey has something to do.

Amosta blinked, then took out his wand and raised it with his backhand, and the sudden strong wind swept through the snow petals in mid-air, and the ground covered by ice seemed to be covered with floor heating, and the solid ice surface quickly melted under the heat, and even the melted ice water was tossed clean, and the brown rock tiles became dry.

There was also a little commotion in the owl hut, which had been swept away by the windy aftermath, and many owls fluttered their wings and chirped, and sprang out of the windows of the hut in a panic.

"Oh, it's you—"

As Amosta stepped down the hallway, the three of Harry, who had been caught by the panicked owls, scrambled out with their heads covered, each of them with owl feathers on their faces and cloaks.

"Professor Blaine?!"

The three Harry also found out that the 'culprit' who had made them a little embarrassed was Professor Bryan, and greeted him one after another, but Amosta seemed to find that the three little ones were a little caught off guard when they saw him, and they were a little bit of a stopper.

"What are you doing here?"

Amosta let the large package float behind him, and after entering the slightly gloomy shack, he casually asked the three Harrys who were standing in the doorway and had not left.

"Oh, I'm writing home, Professor Brian—"

It was Hermione who spoke, and she answered the question, looking slightly nervous,

"I sent them Christmas presents. Well, I booked a gift with an owl, but it was late"

Out of the corner of his eye, Amosta glanced over Hermione's cheek, and easily realized that it was a lie, but he didn't try to expose her, and people who care about everything will only find someone to hate.

"I'm in the same situation as you—"

Amosta looked around at the owl in the hut and said casually,

"I bought some candy from the wizarding world for the children in the orphanage where I grew up, and it took me a lot of time, you know, I'll have to pick and choose, and if I send something like a chocolate baby to those kids, oh, you know, it's going to be a disaster for them and for me, maybe it's the snow, the owls aren't very efficient—"

"Children from the orphanage?"

Ron subconsciously exclaimed, and then, he kicked Harry and Hermione at the same time, and it was only after he found that he had attracted everyone's attention that Ron was in a trance, and last year, Harry and Professor Bryan did mention in their conversation that Professor Bryan was an orphan.

Amid Ron's hesitant apology, Amosta looked at Harry in a slightly surprised look,

"You didn't tell Hermione and Ron about me?"

"No--"

Harry shook his head sincerely, and then, with a look in his eyes, asked cautiously, "Can I say that, Professor?" ”

"It's amazing--"

Amosta reached out and grabbed a gray owl,

"Since you've been keeping it a secret for so long, go ahead, Harry, and hand me that strong-looking brown owl above your head, Harry—"

The gift that Amosta had bought was so heavy that the four owls were still struggling to carry it together, so Amosta unloaded the package and took out several large bags of Duke Bee's candy to lighten the weight of the package.

"It's a Christmas present for you--"

Amosta tossed a bag to each of the three little ones, and the rest of the bag was tucked under his arm, ready to take back to Headmaster Dumbledore. Before, and when Shiny was released, he openly hinted that Amosta would give him a Christmas present, just in time to give him this bag of candy.

"Speaking of—"

Watching the four owls disappear from the edge of the horizon, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the owl hut towards the tower, while Harry and the three men followed him.

"You're going to lead the dance with the other warriors tonight, right, Hermione, who is your dance partner?"

Hermione was thinking about getting the news from Professor Blaine, and she didn't expect Professor Bryan to ask this question coldly, she subconsciously looked at Ron, and Ron's cheeks were swollen and red in just two seconds.

"Hmm," Hermione hesitated, but still said truthfully, "It's Ron, Professor Bryan." ”

Ron quickly lowered his head and stared at his toes.

"Really?"

Amosta was slightly surprised, and then her face returned to calm,

"I thought . . . Oh, that's a good choice, but what about you, Harry? ”

Before Harry could reply, Amosta patted his forehead lightly,

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry, you're going to the ball with Fleur, I forgot you told me about it--"

Harry's lips quirmed, not knowing what to say, but after a few days of dreary work, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh, Fleur wanted to show her presence in front of Professor Brian, but Professor Brian simply forgot about it—

The further she walked downstairs, the more young wizards she met gradually increased, Hermione knew that if she didn't ask again, it might not be suitable to speak in a crowded place, she looked at Professor Blaine's calm side face, took a deep breath, and stepped in front of Harry,

"That's right, Professor Blaine—" Hermione asked softly, controlling her breathing, "you and Professor Dumbledore, did you release the sparkle, can I ask, where did it go?" ”

Amosta's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the heaviness in her casual glance almost crushed Hermione's courage that she had so hard to muster,

"Well-informed, Hermione—"

There was no obvious displeasure in Professor Blaine's tone, and she explained in a hesitant manner with a flush on her cheeks,

"That's right, Professor, we're um, going to visit Dobby. From its mouth, we know that Sparkle hasn't been back to work in the kitchen since that night, so, we wonder if it could be that you and Professor Dumbledore released Dobby—"

Hermione said evasively, she didn't tell Professor Bryan that it was after she told Harry and Ron her guess about Crouch that Harry suggested simply going to Twilight to inquire, and it was only then that Dobby accidentally heard the news that Twinkle was no longer Hogwarts.

"Very sharp judgment, Hermione--"

Amosta said calmly,

"Twilight was indeed released. It's nothing to tell you, you're probably going to know how reluctant Twilight is to work at Hogwarts, and he dreams of going back to Old Barty.

Some time ago, I went to visit Barty, oh you don't know, Mr. Barty Crouch was sick and on leave, and when I saw him, he was very sick, but he didn't want to go to St. Mungo, and he didn't want anyone to take care of him, so I proposed that Twinkle come back to take care of his body. ”

"Well, Professor Blaine—"

Is Barty Crouch sick?

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, both of them thinking that this matter might not be so simple.

Hermione knew that it would be a little rude for her to continue to ask, but she couldn't restrain her desire to know the truth, so she continued to ask,

"You went to visit Mr. Barty Crouch, well, Professor Blaine, because you suspected it had something to do with the Dark Mark that appeared in the arena on the night of the Quidditch Finale, right?"

(End of chapter)