Hogwarts Homecoming

The three of Harry had already left, and Amosta was the only one left in the office. As the candlelight flickered, so did the shadow reflected on the wall. He silently watched the monitoring wall, watching the three of them return. After reaching the common room, he looked away.

The climate in early March is no longer that bone-drenched cold, but the flame in the fireplace is still so strong, and the room is a little hot and dry.

Amosta went to the window and opened it, his eyes wandered aimlessly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the quietness of this relatively comfortable office made people manic.

The thousand-year-old castle still stands silently on the high ground, and the forest not far away has witnessed countless legends that were once brilliant and illuminated an era, but have now disappeared. Amosta stared at the rolling forest, and suddenly thought of achieving eternity, even Voldemort who would rather sever the soul with infinite magic power.

"eternal?"

Amosta laughed at himself, the universe has been non-stop since its birth, and life is a fleeting splash in the long river of time. How can there be anything in this vast universe that can be compared with eternity? What about side by side?

But for Muggles or wizards, the only thing that can accompany a short life is loneliness. That's what Amosta convinced himself.

Losing interest for a while, Amosta closed the window and turned around, but the moment he lifted his foot, his figure stopped, and the brows suddenly frowned.

In the invisible magical world, stored in the space, the leisurely rippling magic like a sea of ​​clouds is suddenly attracted by an inexplicable force, rushing into Amosta's body in unison, like a dark place suddenly appearing under the surface of a calm lake. A pit, a vortex on the surface of the water.

Amosta's handsome face was slightly painful, and the pupils in his lavender eyes also turned into rapidly rotating vortexes, trying their best to absorb magic power.

"What are you planning, Dumbledore?"

In the principal's office, Snape propped his hands on the desk, his two dark eyes stared at the fingers touching each other. Dumbledore, who was sitting on the soft chair, tried to see clues from the pair of abyssal blue eyes. .

"Oh, that's interesting, Severus,"

The calm Dumbledore smiled back at Snape's gaze,

"You actually tried to use Legilimency on me, but please forgive me for being immodest, even if I get old enough to lose all my teeth and can no longer eat candy, you probably won't succeed."

"Not only Amosta is puzzled, I am also very curious about this question, Dumbledore!"

Snape's cheeks twitched, he retreated slightly, his eyes were no longer so rude, but his tone was still sullen,

"Based on what I know about you, whether it's Amostar monitoring the little wizards in the school, or what he proposed to let the little wizards deal with in class, you will not agree. But you agreed to both down.

Dumbledore, when did you become so tolerant? When Quirrell was in this school last year, you were more wary of him than Amostar! "

"Severus, do you want to discuss the difference between Quirrell and Amostar with me?"

"You're avoiding the important, Dumbledore!"

The veins on the back of Snape's hands bulged, and a blush appeared on Snape's withered cheeks.

"The tolerance you showed to Amosta is not your usual style at all. I can't think of any possibility except that you are planning something!"

Fox is already very familiar with this kind of yelling that comes every three to five times. He is sleeping soundly without even opening his eyes. He spreads his wings full of colorful light and skillfully stuffs his head into the wings. After the soft cry, he continues own dream.

"Severus."

The silver-white eyebrows and beard on Dumbledore's old face moved, and his tone was a little helpless. He was about to explain something, but something suddenly attracted his attention, so he closed his mouth, and under Snape's puzzled eyes , walked quickly to the window, through the frame carved glass window sash, frowning slightly, staring at the boundless darkness.

Silence fell suddenly, and silence enveloped this unique office. For a while, no one spoke.

"amazing"

About ten minutes later, Dumbledore's slightly furrowed eyebrows finally stretched out again, with a brisk smile in his blue eyes, he muttered in a voice only he could hear

"Without a doubt, you are probably the most outstanding student at Hogwarts in the millennia since the time of the four great founders."

call.

The turbulent magic power returned to calm, and Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief. When he came back to his senses, he found that in just ten minutes, his inner wool shirt and the outer wizard robe were all completely different. Already drenched!

"What is this?" Amosta smiled absurdly,

"Is this... an epiphany?"

For wizards, after the initial period of magic riots in childhood, the magic power in the body has entered a state of steady growth with age, unless, taking some potions with severe side effects or harming their own In addition to the dangerous transformation of the body, ordinary magic supplement potions can only increase the magic power in your body slightly, and after the effect of the medicine expires, it will be returned to its original shape immediately.

Maybe it's because the wizard's inheritance has been cut off, or maybe no one has ever summed up the trick of artificially interfering with the growth of magic power. In short, every opportunity to achieve leapfrog growth of magic power is something that can be encountered but not sought after.

"Could it be that I can't stand being lonely anymore, so it's really time to find myself a partner?"

Recalling the change of mood just now, Amosta, who entered a rare magic power growth process, shook his head and laughed,

"No, women only affect my casting speed!"

Amosta said to himself after calming down.

Suddenly, Amosta's eyelashes moved, and his perception improved. He noticed that someone seemed to be watching him under the dark curtain. He stared out of the dark window, and his gaze pointed to the location where the sense of peeping came from.

After a long time, Amosta's frozen eyes finally thawed out. He took out the teapot from the shelf on the fireplace, held the steaming cup of tea and respected him from a distance outside the window,

"To the Lone Walker--"

Amosta laughed softly, and then drank the hot tea in one gulp.

"Do you feel that?"

On Monday afternoon, when the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the first and second grades began, Hermione squinted at Amosta, who moved up the high platform more vigorously than usual, with a suspicious light in her eyes. She looked at Harry and Luo behind her. En said,

"Professor Blaine's eyes are darker than last night?"

"I've never been able to figure out why Professor Blaine's eyes are a different color than they were in school—"

Harry, whose eyesight was not as sharp as Hermione's even with his eyes on, shrugged his shoulders, but Ron nodded hesitantly,

"Maybe he didn't get a good night's sleep because he wrote too many replies to fans of that big liar last night, so he had a nightmare?"

Hermione gave Ron a hard look, for his absurd guess,

"Maybe next weekend, we can ask him. Professor Bryan is a very talkative person. Maybe he will tell us."

The formal class was about to start. After Hermione wrote down this thought, she emptied her alert mind and focused her eyes on the eloquent Professor Brian.