Hogwarts Homecoming

On Monday afternoon and Friday morning, there are defense against the dark arts classes for little wizards in the first and second grades.

In the auditorium where needles could be heard, all the little wizards stared at Hermione and Professor Brian on the high platform with piercing eyes, but they didn't dare to show their breath. Neville even folded his fists on his chest and made a prayer posture.

Amostar flicked his wand, and a ten-foot-wide stone pillar with the thickness of a bowl rose from the ground, abruptly standing in the center of the high platform.

"So, Miss Granger--"

Amosta looked at Hermione whose nervous fingertips were trembling with encouraging eyes, and smiled,

"Please start your performance!"

"Professor Brian—" Hermione's tone was slightly crying, and she regretted raising her hand to answer the professor's question for the first time in her heart. She stammered, "I can't guarantee that I will be successful."

"You have the courage to stand on this stage and show yourself to everyone, Miss Granger, this is already an unprecedented success!"

Amostar continued to smile encouragingly.

Finally, after about five minutes, Hermione, who had been panting for breath, finally overcame the psychological tension. She tremblingly raised her right hand holding the wand, and pointed to the sweat-drenched palm of her left hand. feather,

"Canrady Leviosa!"

The slightly immature voice instantly spread throughout the silent and empty auditorium. Accompanied by the flickering light on the surface of the white feathers, a crisp clang made all the little wizards in the auditorium change their colors!

hiss! The sound of air-conditioning suddenly came from the phalanxes of the four colleges!

"Harry, did you hear her say that?!"

Ron looked at Hermione on the high platform with incredible eyes, as if he just knew her, his shocked eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and Harry's expression was not much better than Ron's,

"No, Ron!" whispered Harry. "Not once!"

"It's unbelievable." Neville, who was behind him, stared at his round eyes, his face flushed with excitement, "I'll never do this!"

"Just a lowly Mudblood"

The vast majority of people looked at Hermione with shock and even awe, only the Slytherin side, most of them had dark eyes, and Malfoy, who had a gloomy face, whispered this sentence almost in a whisper, but immediately, stood Professor Brian, who was thirty feet away, couldn't see the look of joy and anger, and immediately shut his mouth in fright, not daring to say another word, but the gaze in the gray pupils was more gloomy, and he was still a little uncertain.

After shutting up Malfoy who was hurting others, Amosta looked again at Hermione whose fair cheeks turned bright red, and he nodded with a steady voice,

"See if you can cut through the pillar, Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded hesitantly when she heard this, and looked at the stone pillar, her arms trembling slightly, as if what she was holding was not a magic wand, but a metal rod weighing dozens of kilograms.

call out!

When the feathers with a slight metallic luster on the surface broke through the air, the sharp whistling sounded like arrow feathers leaving the fully drawn bowstring, and in the blink of an eye, the feathers hit the stone pillar.

Snapped!

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the stone pillar. With a crisp cracking sound, the smooth surface of the stone pillar exploded immediately, and the broken stone rose into the sky, and then fell back to the ground like rain.

Waiting for the dust to settle, the little wizards in the audience looked intently, and all of them immediately showed disappointed expressions.

"Sorry, Professor Blaine, I failed!"

Hermione, who saw the result one step ahead of everyone else, bit her lower lip tightly, her brown eyes gleamed with crystals, and she looked devastated as if she had been hit quite a bit.

Amosta stepped forward to check carefully, Hermione's feather had been shattered into fine hair mixed with gravel, and the stone pillar he transformed was just a small pit on the surface, and there was still a gap before the break. This is a distance of one hundred and eight thousand miles.

"It's not a failure, Miss Granger," Amosta pointed to the small stone pit and smiled at Hermione.

"If you want to successfully cast a 'Royal Object Curse', the key is strong magic power and magic power control, and these two are exactly what the junior wizards lack. I think you have already mastered the essence of this spell, you just need to work hard Practice, as your age grows, your magic power will gradually increase, and one day you will be able to cast a complete 'Immortal Charm'!"

Hermione's incomplete 'Royalty Curse' became the hottest topic on Friday, and no matter where she went, someone would stop her and ask her for the secret of this spell.

At lunchtime, even Percy squeezed in, ignoring Ron, who was unhappy, and asked her for advice in a slightly respectful tone.

To be honest, this was the first time Hermione had tasted the feeling of being famous!

"Don't be proud, Hermione, you are still far from the level of Professor Blaine!"

After dinner, Hermione, who was walking on the way to the library, after dealing with the two Ravenclaw third-year seniors, was secretly vigilant, but the smile on the corner of her mouth could not be hidden.

At the beginning of the night, Amosta was sitting in his office, playing with the bottle of memory in his hand, and from time to time, raised his head to glance at the monitor on the opposite wall.

In fact, up to now, Amosta has "spended huge sums of money" to build, and the monitoring wall he placed high hopes on has completely failed. Amosta is almost certain that as long as he is still in Hogwarts for a day, the heir They won't come out to do activities again. The only way left is how to get the clues in the hands of the 'protagonist group'.

The flame from the voodoo doll candlestick behind him has shrunk by half again, and the crimson dragon blood has gradually faded to pink. After about a month or so, it will completely lose its effect. Before that, Amosta must He must resign from the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, otherwise, he will have to force himself to be cursed by the Dark Lord!

On the desk was Lockhart's manuscript on ancient magic research on memory. Amosta had brought it over and had been studying it for several days.

Strictly speaking, this behavior of Amosta is no different from stealing. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely not do this, but after knowing what Lockhart did, Amosta has no psychological burden.

It's just black and white, and it's not the first time he has done it

Boom boom boom!

The slightly hasty knock on the door disturbed Amosta's contemplation. After hiding everything in his office that was not suitable for others to see, he stood up and walked to the door.

"Professor Snape and Mr Malfoy."

Looking at Snape with a slightly complicated expression outside the door and Draco Malfoy half of his body hidden behind Snape, Amosta raised his eyebrows,

"Come in and talk, both of you."

"Need not."

Looking at Amosta Bryan, who has caused quite a stir in the castle these days, Snape's dark eyes rippled slightly. As early as when Amosta was a junior wizard, he was sure that This unknown child will eventually achieve amazing achievements one day, but he really did not expect that this day would come so soon.

No matter how low-key an outstanding person is, they can't conceal the dazzling light that they radiate. Snape can almost conclude that it won't be long before even the entire wizarding world will be shocked by this genius born out of nowhere, even , It is not impossible to surpass Albus Dumbledore one day in the future.

"This kid has something to look for you, but he dare not come to see you alone."

After Snape suppressed the ripples in his eyes, he grabbed Malfoy from behind and threw him to Amosta. Under Amosta's surprised gaze, Snape turned and left directly.

"I hope that your future life will not be like mine, lingering in the dark relying on the remaining light in your memory, Amosta, you should bathe in the sun and bloom your own light to your heart's content"

Severus Snape strode away silently blessing in his heart.