Hogwarts Homecoming

When the music style resounding in the ice castle became cheerful, the little wizards who had long been unable to hold back poured into the dance floor. These young children, with their hazy emotions and beautiful throbs, couldn't wait to have sex with themselves. The partners embraced each other and started dancing.

The faculty and staff also responded one after another. Dumbledore invited Madam Maxime to dance, Ludo Bagman approached Professor McGonagall, and Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick walked in together. On the dance floor, Professor Moody, with a dull expression, received Professor Sinistra's invitation. Even Mrs. Pince and Filch smiled restrainedly at each other and walked onto the dance floor arm in arm.

Percy looked at Fred and Angelina who were dancing with exaggerated movements on the dance floor. After a moment of trance, his expression became a little dazed, as if he thought of someone, but soon, a sixth-grade girl appeared in front of Percy. He extended an invitation to Percy with reverence, and then the two of them walked towards the stage.

On the faculty table, only Snape and Karkaroff were left unattended. The two people looked surprisingly consistent. They were in a cheerful atmosphere, but they had an indifferent expression, and there was even disgust in their eyes. .

"We have to talk, Severus-"

Glancing warily at Amosta Brain, who was casting a spell to make soothing snowflakes fall from the ceiling, Karkaroff approached Snape.

"There's nothing to say, Igor, if you're afraid -"

Snape said impatiently. However, Karkaroff did not give him a chance to refuse. He directly pulled Snape's sleeve, walked around the stage, and left the ice castle by looking behind the ice trees.

It's not that Amosta didn't notice this scene, he just didn't bother to pay attention.

In recent days, Karkaroff has been privately wanting to talk to Snape about the frequent changes in the tattoo on his arm, and Snape truthfully reported all this to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore Then informed him of these things.

Igor Karkaroff was probably planning to run away as soon as the situation worsened, but neither Dumbledore nor Amosta particularly cared about this guy's life or death, but Durmstrang's How to properly place the little wizard requires careful consideration.

Having said that, Professor Snape has always only reported this information to Dumbledore, but has never been willing to mention it to him. This is not a matter of trust, but that Snape never wants to get involved in dealing with Voldemort. .

He seemed to still have the illusion that when Voldemort returned to the wizarding world, he would keep himself away from Hogwarts. With his strength, as long as he kept a low profile, he should be able to protect his safety. To this idea, Amosta could only shake his head. Smiling bitterly.

This is a life-and-death struggle, and there is no possibility of staying out of it. From the moment Amosta decided to return to Hogwarts after graduation, he had already realized it.

Two rows of long tables appeared on both sides of the beautiful ice castle hall. Amosta waved his magic wand, and a variety of exquisite and tempting desserts and butter beer immediately appeared on the long tables.

"Mr. Blaine——"

A timid and expectant voice suddenly appeared behind Amosta. He turned around and saw that it was Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacour.

"What can I do for you, Miss Delacour?"

Amosta's words with a smile made Gabrielle's face turn red. She pointed at an ice reindeer that was walking under an ice tree twenty feet away, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Can I ride it, Mr. Blaine?"

"Oh, of course there's no problem--"

Amosta said with a smile. He waved to the reindeer. Then, the reindeer trotted over very obediently, gently rubbed his face against Gabrielle's cheek, and then half-knelt on Gabrielle's cheek. around.

The little girl climbed onto the back of the reindeer with the help of Amosta. Then, the reindeer rushed out with a whoosh, carrying Gabrielle and gliding around the spacious hall. For a moment, the little girl screamed Laughter appeared in every corner of the ice castle hall.

This scene actually piqued the interest of many idle little wizards. One by one, they found the ice and snow mimicking animals that could be seen everywhere in the hall. George and Lee Jordan of Gryffindor even competed with each other for the majestic lion. 'Big fight'.

A relaxed and pleasant atmosphere lingered in the ice castle hall. Even Amosta, who was infected by the atmosphere, unconsciously hummed the dance music played by the ice piano. He waved his wand again and struggled to pull out the bundles of fireworks from the open bag in his hand. They flew out and were placed neatly on a long table for the little wizards to take.

After doing all this, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly back to his seat at the guest table with a beer in hand.

A small number of students had already left the dance floor and came to the table to enjoy their meals and beers. The fireworks he had just dropped were also eagerly welcomed, and some students were rushing to grab the fireworks that they had struggled to pull out.

Amosta saw Harry jumping off the stage in despair and walking towards Hermione who was resting on the side. The two whispered a few words and quickly walked out of the castle together.

Amosta also felt many eager eyes falling on him. He might have seen him busy making some preparations before, and the senior girls did not come to bother him, but now that he has stopped, these girls are starting to get ready. , after all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you miss it, there will be no second chance.

While they were cheering themselves up, someone took action first.

Fleur left Cedric behind and gasped for a few breaths. Then, she saw Amosta Brain sitting alone on the guest stage. Without hesitation, she jumped off the stage and held up her skirt slightly. trotted up to him.

"You said you wouldn't mind dancing with someone else at the ball, right?"

Fleur raised her beautiful face and stared at Amosta.

Admittedly, Amosta was a little surprised.

He thought that the almost rude rejection last time had made Furong give up. Unexpectedly, this proud girl was more tenacious than he imagined.

Amosta frowned slightly, his penetrating gaze shone into Fleur's blue eyes, peering into her heart, and what he felt was determination that was almost unwavering. He had to admit that he was a little touched. This girl's emotions were not so superficial. Her frankness and bravery towards her emotions were more dazzling than her appearance.

"Of course, Miss Delacour—"

After a moment of silence, Amosta stood up slowly and said gently,

"I see no reason to refuse to dance a dance of friendship with you."

Amosta's pointed words did not make Fleur angry at all. After hearing Amosta's promise, a sincere smile finally appeared on her shiny face, and she took Amosta's hand. , leading him onto the stage.

Amostax held Furong's unbearable waist, and Furong's white catkin rested on Amostax's shoulders. The two of them were not affected by the cheerful tune, and danced slowly.

Furong raised her face and looked at the man dancing with her infatuatedly. Her voice was slightly hoarse.

"I like this castle you conjured up, it's beautiful—"

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta smiled and said,

"Principal Dumbledore and the Hogwarts staff also contributed a lot. It was not completed by me alone."

"But the idea comes from you, doesn't it?"

"Oh - if you are determined to give all the credit to me -" Amosta curled his lips, "Just be happy."

Fleur chuckled lightly, but the smile made her sad. Her sad eyes dropped and fell on Amosta's chest.

"Will the castle still be here after the ball is over?"

Amosta's eyelids moved slightly and he was speechless for a moment.

Professor Moody, who was sitting at the faculty table taking a break, looked at Amosta Braine and Fleur Delacour on the dance floor. The hand holding the wine bottle was raised motionless in the air. The blue magic eye also seemed to be frozen, and only the normal eye was filled with loneliness in its depths.