Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Failed Conversation
In any case, Harry finally decided to follow Hermione's advice and talk to Amosta Brayne, otherwise he would have to be killed without waiting for the monster in the Chamber of Secrets to turn someone into a lump of stone again. Strange glances and terrible gossip drive mad.

He went back to the dormitory, changed into clean clothes, and smoothed his hair in front of the mirror, because it would make him look less rebellious.

"You're wasting your time, my dear!" said the mirror inlaid with gold patterns in the dormitory in a wheezing voice.

"Thank you for the reminder!" Harry responded with an annoyed expression.

Harry made a special trip to Mr. Blaine's office at dinner time, because that way, he wouldn't have to face too many schadenfreude looks on the way, but when he went down to the third floor, he still bumped into the castle administrator, Ag Stephen Filch.

Filch seemed to have just cried a lot. His big bulging eyes were red and red, and the snot hanging from his ugly nose had already dragged to his double chin. When he found Harry, he immediately restrained himself. Instead of looking embarrassed, he stared at him fiercely like a wounded hyena.

"Someone will get what they deserve, Potter, and it won't be long!"

"What do you mean, Mr. Filch?"

Harry's voice was weak, as if someone was strangling him. He was eager to figure out what Filch meant, but unfortunately, Filch stared at him and sneered and left directly.

Filch had gone to report himself, there was no doubt about it.

Harry couldn't lie to himself that this wasn't the case, his heart was pounding, and he wanted to run away, because he was afraid that Mr. Investigator had accepted Filch's identification, and he went to his office by himself. Behavior is self-inflicted.

But in the end, he knocked on the door of Bryan's office, because the other party was a ruthless person who could fight Dumbledore in the fifth grade. If he made up his mind to send himself to prison, except for Principal Dumbledore , Harry couldn't think of anyone who was capable of saving himself.

After getting permission to enter, the door of the office opened by itself. Harry stood at the door, looking around the room in fear, afraid that a rope would fly over and tie him up in a second.

Except for Principal Dumbledore's distinctive circular office, Mr. Blaine's office is the largest one Harry has ever seen. Of course, there is nothing surprising about it, because it itself was converted from a classroom. of.

The fireplace in the wall on the side of the window made the room warm. On the innermost side were desks, bookshelves and a simple bed. There was some strange smell in the air, as if Mr. Blaine was boiling in the room. over potions.

The most interesting thing in the room is the wall on the right hand side of the door. The entire wall is covered by a huge black curtain, and behind the curtain one can faintly see shimmering lights. For some reason, Harry suddenly thought of the Muggle world. Although they never took him to the movies when they were in the Dursleys, Harry had seen him on TV a few times.

"So, are you going to stand there and talk to me, Mr. Potter?" Amosta behind the desk smiled gently.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine." Harry quickly closed the door and walked in. He still hesitated to explain on the way to the desk, "I'm just a little curious about that wall."

"Understandable." Amosta said with a smile, he beckoned Harry to sit down, and he went to the fireplace to make tea,
"I don't have any good drinks to entertain you. If you don't mind, let's have some tea, Mr. Potter--"

When Amosta was walking back with tea, Harry was again attracted by the framed mirror on Mr. Blaine's desk. In the photo was a photo of a very old man and Mr. Blaine , The old man has nothing to say, probably an elder who is close to Mr. Blaine.

To Harry's surprise, Mr. Blaine, who was about Percy's age in the photo, looked a little off.

"Thank you."

When Harry took the hot tea in fear, he quickly glanced at Mr. Blaine's slightly haggard face, and then he understood why he felt something was wrong.

Because Mr. Brian in the photo had brown eyes similar to Hermione's when he was a student, but the investigator standing in front of him had wonderful lavender eyes.

Is it the effect of magic?Harry guessed in a daze, but then he woke up, now is not the time to think about it.

"Wondering why my eye color isn't quite right?"

Amosta was leaning on the back of the chair with a cup of tea in his hand. The hazy mist made his expression a little fuzzy, but judging from his tone, it wasn't the kind of offended question mixed with anger.

"Yeah, no!" Harry said in embarrassment.

The uneasy little wizard sitting across from him made Amosta laugh. No matter how famous Harry Potter is, and no matter how bright his future is, at least for now, the immaturity and innocence he shows are still It didn't break away from Amosta's cognition of a second-year little wizard.

"You must have met Mr. Filch just now, right?" Amosta sipped the bitter tea with a gentle voice.

When Mr. Blaine began to speak, Harry suddenly recalled the sudden encounter he had with Ron and Hagrid near Professor McGonagall's office during the Christmas vacation, and Ron's evaluation of Mr. Blaine afterwards It was very much like Principal Dumbledore. Harry didn't feel too deeply at the time, but now, he has a certain recognition of Ron's views.

Unlike Professor Snape or Professor McGonagall, who carry a stern aura wherever he goes, what makes Mr. Blaine fearsome is precisely his tolerant and gentle temperament, which is brought by a natural self-confidence. The high degree of repression that comes, makes it impossible for you to think of resisting.

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I saw Filch. He looks like he just cried a lot." Harry nodded hesitantly.

"What do you think it is for, Mr. Potter?"

Amosta blew off the floating leaves on the surface of the tea, and asked with great interest.

Harry's eyes flicked to the collar of Amostar's worn wizard robes, but he didn't speak, because the question didn't need an answer.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Amosta didn't intend to scare Harry any more. He put down the teacup and prepared to go straight in. However, he didn't expect that Harry, who had been silent all this time, suddenly summoned up his courage. He used his shining tenacity His emerald eyes looked straight into Amosta's,

"Mr. Blaine, do you also think that I am the descendant of Slytherin, and that I opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

ps: The result of the nucleic acid is abnormal, and I have to do a single-tube test again, which is annoying



















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