Hogwarts was an ordinary lunch, but because of the return of Amosta and Hermione, there was a sense of déjà vu of a banquet, and most of the people in the Great Hall had a great appetite, and the plates on the long table were clean and wanted to be washed.

After all, it was noon on the school day, and after eating and drinking, the young wizards left their seats and returned to their respective college dormitories, where they needed to prepare the textbooks needed for the afternoon class, and then they had to start the afternoon class in a hurry.

The professors also had no time to make small talk, and after making an appointment with Amosta and going to Hogsmeade's Three Broomsticks Bar for a drink on the weekend, and listening to him recount in detail about his process of exterminating the Order, the professors left one after another.

"Filch has followed your orders, and all packages and letters sent to Hogwarts have been checked these days., oh, I have to say, this process is very necessary, you can't believe what these students have bought through various channels,"

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said, she gasped angrily,

"Filch gave me a list of the contraband he sent to Hogwarts and the names of the students who bought them, and suggested punishment as he thought fit, but I think it's best for you to judge, Amosta, that list is now in my office, and you can come to my office after school and pick it up from dinner."

After saying that, she was in a hurry and strode away without waiting for Amosta's reply.

Noting this, Amosta turned to look at Snape,

"You really don't attend a co-worker party on the weekend?"

"I don't want to waste my time listening to you boast about your 'great achievements,' Amosta."

Snape said lightly, and then he left the faculty table.

Amosta smiled and got up as well.

Only Dumbledore, who didn't have to go to work, and Professor Moody, who didn't have a class in the first class, were left at the faculty table, and the three of them walked to the foyer together.

"So, Amosta, did Mr. Longbottom tell you when he plans to go back to school to continue his education?"

As he ascended the stairs, Dumbledore casually asked Amosta.

"He told me that all along, he had been using a wand that belonged to his father, Frank, and that now that his father had woken up, he had to return the wand to his father and buy another one from Ollivanders himself."

Amosta said,

Of course, he definitely wants to spend more time with his parents, and he has always dreamed of a family reunion.

Noticing that Moody was looking at him, and that his eyes were complicated, Amosta thought for a moment, then smiled and said to him,

"I want to say thank you, Professor Moody, I heard Headmaster Dumbledore say that the preparation for the second game has been your assistance in the time I was away?"

"You're welcome, Brian,"

Moody said in a rough voice,

"Just a small favor."

Despite all this, Amosta could hear a hint of panic in Moody's hoarse voice, and he looked at Moody calmly, only to find that the other party was dodging his gaze.

Sandwiched between the two, Dumbledore seemed to have noticed nothing, and always kept a pleasant smile.

"Has the Forbidden Forest been peaceful lately?" Amosta asked.

Moody was silent, he understood that Brian's question was not asking Alastor Moody, but to Vitia Cleona, and what he wanted to ask was not whether the Forbidden Forest was peaceful.

"There aren't many scumbags who have the guts to come to Hogwarts right now,"

Moody's said in a dull voice,

"The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest are very close to their territory, and they are not even happy to let me enter their territory right now, but they know that the wizards in the castle are holding an important event right now, and they are willing to help keep the Forbidden Forest safe in the meantime."

"That's right."

Amosta whispered, and then, without speaking.

Moody and Amosta's offices were on the third floor, and Dumbledore had to walk through the hallway on the third floor to his tower, and after saying goodbye to each other, Amosta and Dumbledore were the only people who traveled with them.

"Do you think—"

After a few steps forward, the smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared,

"What is she going to do?"

"Probably trying to atone for your sins."

Amosta was expressionless, but in the end, he sighed, still depressed in his heart, and he stopped and looked into the distance.

The spring breeze swept the weeping willow branches on the shore, and in the sunlight, the sparkling surface of the lake resembled thousands of silver mirrors lined together, and the dazzling light reflected made Amosta's eyes narrow.

"What's going on under the lake?"

The spring breeze seems to have a special magic, and the breezy Amosta is tired for no reason, wanting to leave everything behind and sleep well, but now, how can there be room for him to be alone, and after a few breaths of silence, Amosta took a deep breath, letting the residual winter coldness in the air fully enter his lungs, so as to stimulate himself to cheer up.

"Alastor did do a bit of tricking at the end of the track when he laid out some of the underwater obstacles," he said.

Dumbledore said calmly,

"There's some amazing magic laid out, maybe you can take the time to check it out."

"I'll go." Amosta nodded.

"Do you think," Dumbledore said with a rare hint of hesitation, as tired as Amosta, "are they ready for this, I mean, Harry and his friends." ”

Looking at Dumbledore, who seemed to be caught in some kind of self-blame, the corners of Amosta's mouth twitched,

"It's all done with your tacit consent, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's beard fluttered in the wind, not as silver as it used to be, but a little gray.

"yes."

Dumbledore was a little distracted, and whispered,

"It was cruel for him to witness all this, but he had to overcome his fears, muster the courage to face them, try to understand, and fight completely spontaneously."

Amosta neither agreed nor objected, but just smiled and walked briskly away to his office.

Every second back to Hogwarts was so pleasant, and before I knew it, the sky bordering the horizon, and the layers of clouds had turned crimson.

On the edge of the Quidditch court, Hermione gasped, picked up the collar of her shirt with her fingers and shook it gently, so that the cool breeze on the grass could cool her body as soon as possible, I have to say that Professor Bryan made sense to let them keep exercising every day, and after lying in St. Mungo for half a month, they picked up the training again, and felt much more tired than before.

The heightened temperature also made Harry and Ron sweat more than usual, and their clothes were wet and sticky to their bodies, feeling like a layer of slug's mucus.

"We can't eat like that."

Ron said wrinkling his nose and said,

"Nobody will want to sit with us, they will think we stink."

"We can grab something from the auditorium and take it to the common room and listen to you continue to tell us about Neville's changes while we eat,"

Harry's breathing was a little quicker than usual.

"Hell, we never thought to ask Neville about the family, we should have realized that Neville never mentioned his mom and dad to us, he only mentioned his own grandma. It's amazing, I mean Professor Bryan, and he's quietly doing something big. ”

"No problem."

Hermione said happily,

"Angelina told me the password to the prefect's bathroom, I'm going to wash myself up, you guys get all the papers for the past half a month and a half ready, I'm going to get them off as soon as possible, and after that, we might be able to spare half an hour to talk about Neville."

(End of chapter)