Hogwarts Homecoming

Hermione's winning of a small vial of Lucky Potion in Professor Slughorn's Potions class caused some small talk.

However, this was quickly replaced by more interesting topics.

Hogwarts has once again opened an unprecedented new class, and this class is taught to all young wizards in third grade and above together instead of individually.

So far, except for the large lectures given by Gilderoy Lockhart and Professor Blaine, there has never been such a situation.

In order to take care of everyone's time, the school had to arrange it before breakfast on Wednesday morning.

This is nothing to students who have participated in physical education training. For a while, they have been accustomed to running exercises every morning before Dongfang Yuxiao.

But for most students, it is undoubtedly a very painful thing to leave the warm and comfortable bed before dawn.

The entrance hall, which was dyed golden by torches, was crowded with drowsy students, and students continued to gather from the stairs and basement.

Hermione and Ginny were cuddling together, talking quietly about something, while Ron was kidnapped by his girlfriend. Harry, who was alone, leaned against the bulletin board with notices, listening boredly to Seamus and Dean's complaints. Voice.

"What do you think this Professor Rahanson wants us to do, Harry?"

Neville asked, yawning.

"Uh-"

Harry's brain, which was not sleeping well, jumped a few times and then fell silent.

"Meditation. I don't know, Neville, but Parvati thinks it's meditation. She says it's very popular in her hometown-"

"Yeah, I heard about it too--"

Neville said in a chatty tone.

"But meditation requires a quiet environment, right? We should go directly to a certain classroom instead of being called to stand in the hall early in the morning."

"Maybe the school can't find a classroom that can accommodate so many people."

Harry said, but he knew this was nonsense. If necessary, Professor Blaine or Professor Dumbledore could accommodate all the students in one classroom.

Neville shrugged and said no more.

Harry looked at the four empty long tables in the great hall with dull eyes.

Just when he was looking forward to having a cup of steaming pumpkin juice to warm himself up, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of three boys walking side by side in the corridor on the left side of the auditorium.

It's Malfoy, Nott and Shabini.

For a moment with his eyes dazed, Harry suddenly wanted to laugh.

You know, before the start of physical education class, Malfoy's 'best partners' were two stupid guys, Crabbe and Goyle. But since Malfoy took part in physical education class, the number of times these two people appeared next to Malfoy It quickly dwindled, and now you can barely see them playing together.

The crowded foyer made Draco frown slightly. He, Nott, and Shabini did not rush into the crowd, but stood close to the Slytherin table.

"Draco—"

In the corner where most of the Slytherin students stood, Pansy Parkinson waved to Draco, shouted happily, and trotted towards him.

Draco Malfoy dating Pansy Parkinson?

This thought crossed Harry's mind subconsciously, followed by a sneer in his heart.

However, as they entered senior year, there were indeed more romantic partners around them, Ron and Lavender being one example.

Harry subconsciously looked at the two girls leaning against each other. However, before his gaze was completely deflected, what happened to Malfoy made Harry narrow his eyes.

Malfoy's face, which had a characteristic morning slump, immediately changed color when Pansy tried to wrap her arms around him.

He aggressively shook off Pansy's restraints and stared at her sternly.

Pansy, on the other hand, looked aggrieved.

This is not the first time.

Malfoy seemed particularly nervous about his arms? But that hand doesn't look like it's injured!

The door that appeared in his dream that could not be opened and the image of Malfoy sneaking into Borgin's Bock shop with his mother on his back during the summer vacation to buy magic-breaking tools popped into Harry's mind again.

There is one possibility. The only possibility--

Harry looked at Ron, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to disturb Ron and Lavender who were stuck together for the time being.

He squeezed through Neville and Dean and came to Hermione and Ginny.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

As soon as she saw Harry's face, Hermione knew immediately that something had happened.

Facing two pairs of curious eyes, Harry pondered,

"I need someone to do me a favor-"

"Oh, come on, Potter—"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"When did you learn to beat around the bush?"

Harry's cheeks turned slightly red as Ginny looked at him with a smile. He took a deep breath and pointed vaguely at the end of the Slytherin table, where the Malfoys were chatting.

"Well I think there's something wrong with Malfoy's left hand."

"There's something wrong with your left hand?"

Hermione was as sharp as ever, she stared at Harry suspiciously,

"What do you think Malfoy is hiding on his arm?"

It would be unwise to tell everything in such a crowded situation. Harry shook his head slightly.

"I want to figure it out, so I need someone to help me test it out-"

"Testing?"

Hermione stared at Harry sharply,

"What are you going to do?"

How to do it?

You certainly can't use a cutting spell to remove Malfoy's left arm sleeve, right?

Harry thought for a few seconds,

"You pretend to be passing by Malfoy and just touch his left arm -"

"Harry, if you're doubting-"

Hermione was about to question, but Ginny agreed first.

"Just touch his arm. It sounds easy. I'll do it."

Harry didn't expect Ginny to agree to his request so simply. He looked at her with both emotion and gratitude.

"Oh, thank you. Ginny can just move Malfoy's arm. There is no need to take the trouble to remove his arm."

Ginny laughed, and her charming smile made Harry's heart palpitate. He pretended to observe Malfoy and quickly looked away.

Hermione was obviously still hesitant about Harry's provocation, but she didn't object.

"Coming."

The students around him suddenly stopped chattering and all looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

It was Professor Fromid Rahanson. He changed out of the beige linen clothes he wore two days ago and put on the same wizard robes as them.

And it seemed that he himself could not adapt to this. Professor Lahanson walked down the stairs step by step with cautious steps and came to the little wizards.

"I'm here, everyone--"

Professor Rahanson smiled slightly, a gentle and elegant smile that made Harry feel a bit like Remus.

"Sorry for taking a few minutes. I was just talking about something in Professor Blaine's office."

Although the students were curious, no one was really bold enough to ask about the conversation between him and Professor Brain.

"Come on, everyone, let's go to the woods--"

Frommid said to everyone in a friendly tone.

"To the Forbidden Forest!"

Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff shouted with a slightly pale face.

"That's right, Miss Abbott——"

Professor Lahanson nodded and smiled, in front of the surprised eyes,

"The meditation class will be held in the Forbidden Forest."

The flow of people creeping towards the Forbidden Forest seemed to have stopped due to some minor situation.

Amosta, who was in front of the office window on the third floor, watched calmly as Fromid stopped the dispute, and then led a group of students towards the Forbidden Forest.

The piles of embers in the fireplace formed a hill. After a night of driving away the cold, only a few pieces of charcoal were still smoldering in the ashes.

The white fish belly in the sky climbed over the mountain with difficulty, trying hard to infiltrate the wider airspace.

Amosta watched the little wizards disappear into the dark forest, then withdrew his gaze and turned around silently.

His eyes fell on the contraband display cabinet next to the sofa.

The space has been expanded, but the cabinet is still filled with an unimaginable speed, which is enough to prove the spirit of resistance to authority of the little wizard at Hogwarts.

After staring in silence for a long time, Amosta walked over slowly.

His fingertips brushed against the lock, and with a click, the cabinet door opened.

Among the dazzling array of exhibits, the grapevine staff exudes vitality. Amosta raised his hand and took the staff in his palm.

Amosta stared at the staff, rubbing the slightly warm staff with his palm for a long time, feeling the majestic vitality under the withered vines.

After a long time, he stretched out his right index finger and lightly tapped the staff.

A light blue water-like halo spread out, covering the entire staff, and the staff wrapped in the halo was also trembling slightly.

After about ten seconds, everything returned to calm, the light dissipated, and the staff lay quietly in Amosta's palm.