Hogwarts Homecoming

Hermione didn't understand why Professor Brain would show that expression when he saw the manuscript of Professor Lockhart's unpublished new book. Could it be that Professor Lockhart's new book was not exciting and disappointed Professor Brain? When Hermione walked into the mansion lounge through the portrait of the Fat Lady, the doubts hanging on her face hadn't completely dissipated.

Now, it was very late, and there was no one in the huge lounge. Only Harry and Ron were curled up on the soft sofa near the fireplace and dozing off. Needless to say, they should be waiting for her.

How can life be lonely?

On the way to Harry and Ron, Hermione pursed her lips slightly as the thought flashed through her mind.

"Why haven't you two slept in the dormitory yet?"

Although she knew they were waiting for her, after walking in, Hermione still raised her delicate eyebrows with a proud expression on her face.

"Why else? Of course, I'm worried that you'll be so engrossed in that delightful job that you'll forget about dinner!"

Harry and Ron, who were already snoring, were awakened by the sound. They rubbed their sleepy eyes, and Ron grunted dissatisfiedly and sat up.

Hermione sat across from him, looking at the coffee table full of food, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of her mouth. Although she was not hungry, her heart was warm.

At this time, Hermione noticed a black notebook pressed under a few slices of toast. Judging from the old cover, this notebook seemed to be a little old.

And Ron, noticing Hermione's gaze, shrugged needlessly, gave Harry a look, and beckoned him to explain.

"--In the afternoon, Ron and I were on our way back to the dormitory. When we passed the second floor, we found that Myrtle was throwing a temper tantrum in the bathroom. Out of curiosity, we went in and took a look, and found this notebook inside. The owner is Tom Riddle!"

Harry especially emphasized that he thought Hermione could understand what he was trying to express, "Ron thought this thing might be dangerous and suggested that I throw it away."

"Throw away?"

Hermione forgot her exhaustion and looked excited. She picked up the notebook and studied it carefully, "What nonsense are you talking about, Ron, there may be clues in it!"

"Then he's clever enough to hide the clues," said Ron. "Maybe it's because he's too shy to see people. I really don't know what you can do with him, Harry."

"I'd like to know why anyone would want to throw it away," thought Harry, "and I'd also like to know how Riddle got a special contribution to Hogwarts."

"There are many possibilities, Harry," said Ron nonchalantly, "maybe he got thirty O.W.Ls, or rescued a teacher from the claws of a giant squid, maybe he murdered Myrtle , that must make everyone feel satisfied.”

The three of them all know that the chamber of secrets was opened fifty years ago, a student died, and the murderer was expelled, and Riddle was awarded the Special Contribution Award at that time. It doesn't take much imagination to figure it out There must be something related to this.

Hermione tossed back and forth with the notebook for a long time, but couldn't get half a word out of the blank page, and finally had to give up regretfully.

"Maybe, we should give this to Professor Brian or Principal Dumbledore. Wizards like them will definitely be able to discover the secrets of the notebook."

Hermione frowned and offered her own advice.

However, this reasonable proposal was unexpectedly strongly opposed by Harry.

"Not many people talk about this in the school now, Hermione, I don't want to make a fuss anymore. If, I mean, if, that heir comes out to continue his activities again, I will let you give this to Professor Brian!"

In fact, this was just a rhetoric, and Harry couldn't even explain to himself why he didn't throw Riddle's diary away. The actual situation was that in the next few days, even though he knew that the diary was empty, But I always take it out thoughtfully when no one is around, hoping to find something from it.

A new week has begun, and February has officially entered the second half of the month. Recently, the hot topic in school is Professor Brian, who suddenly became the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts without any warning. No matter where you go, you can Hearing the little wizards talking about the astonishing skills he showed in the first and second grade classes, and the division of wizards' strengths and realms in the fifth, sixth, and seventh grade classes, it was Amosta's Some of the methods taught in the classroom to deal with dark wizards and dangerous creatures were not discussed.

In every college, there are little wizards who tell everyone categorically that their certain relatives have the power of a "court wizard". It's as if the magic world has returned to ancient times. Sorry to say hello to people.

As for wizards at the level of 'saints', none of the little wizards would dare to touch porcelain.

"Dumbledore is a saint, there is no doubt about it!"

McMillan of Hufflepuff said categorically to Hannah Abbott of the same courtyard, as if he had already confirmed with Principal Dumbledore and Professor Brayne,

"As for Professor Blaine, I guess he is too"

McMillan said convincingly, "Think about it, Hannah, since Professor Brian came to Hogwarts as an investigator, the heirs of Slytherin have never dared to come out for activities again, I guess, He must not have the confidence to deal with two 'saints' at the same time!"

McMillan's statement is even very popular among the little wizards. Because of the adjustment of the class, the third and fourth grades, which were taught by Professor Brian in person in the third week, started on Tuesday afternoon, and the two brothers Fred and George were smiling. asked,

"Professor Blaine, are you a 'saint'?"

Amosta on the high platform stared at the two weirdos of the Weasley family with a half-smile, and didn't expect to have a chance of 'revenge' so soon!

"So, Mr. Weasleys, are you going to show us how to defeat a 'saint'?"

Oh oh oh!

A roar suddenly erupted in the auditorium, like sea waves under a typhoon. In the Hufflepuff phalanx who loves to watch the excitement, four-year-old Cedric Diggory jumped onto the table and shouted at the twins,

"Show everyone what you can do, Weasley!"

"Go up and show yourself, Fred, George, don't embarrass Gryffindor!"

There were also many people booing in Gryffindor College. Angelina, Alia and Katie laughed and patted the twins on the shoulder.

"It's definitely revenge, Fred!"

As the two tremblingly supported each other to get on the stage, George gritted his teeth and said in a small voice,

"Last time in Hogsmeade, Professor Brian definitely recognized both of us!"

This duel ended much faster than everyone imagined.

As soon as they got on stage, before Professor Bryan announced the start, the twins, who had a tacit understanding, looked at each other, and immediately dispersed and ran in two directions, one left and one right surrounded Amosta.

"Are you ready, Fred!" shouted George.

"Ready to go, brother!" Fred responded loudly with a determined face.

Amosta watched with a smile as the two little bastards took out two big poop bags from under the wizard's robe, and swung their wands before they could make a move!

bang bang bang!

The picture of hundreds of big dung eggs exploding at the same time and the smell they gave off were particularly moving. Fred and George, whose faces were drenched in stinky juice, "wailed" and fell to the ground, as if they were under Cruciatus Curse!

"Let's die together, Professor!"

But unexpectedly, after a while, the twin brothers got up from the ground at the same time. They glared at Professor Brian fiercely, and charged him with indomitable courage!

If he was intimidated by such a trick, then Amosta would have been a fool in the underground world all these years.

He still had a grinning expression, and shook his wrist in a leisurely manner. A red light ball the size of a Quaffle, with red electric light attached, came out from the tip of the staff with tail flames, and flew to the top of his head.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Before Fred and George could get ten feet closer, the red light ball above Professor Brain's head suddenly radiated brilliance, and dozens of red light beams shot out in all directions, and the Weasley brothers who were approaching quickly Everyone resisted at least two or three beams with their chests, and then rolled their eyes and passed out on the ground!

"Stunning Curse - Group Fight Version."

Amosta looked at the stunned little wizards below and said with a smile,

"Excuse me, which classmate can help carry him to the school hospital?"

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