Hogwarts Homecoming

After a light rain, Hogwarts bid farewell to the bleak late autumn and officially entered the cold winter.

The thin, crimson moonlight jumped over the mountains and hung on the branches of the Whomping Willow, illuminating the frozen land, but it could not make the darkness covering the mountains and valleys thinner.

The light and heat emitted by the castle standing high on the cliff like a torch can only warm itself.

Even if it is not a New Year or a holiday, the dinner party on Friday is always more lively than other times.

While enjoying the sumptuous meal, the little wizard and the staff happily exchanged opinions on how to enjoy the weekend.

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione looked away from the tome spread out on her knees, raised a hand, and gently kneaded the sore forehead.

To be honest, since entering this year, she has clearly felt the lack of time for her.

First of all, not to mention that after entering fifth grade, every little wizard has to face the important OWLS level exam. As a prefect, her responsibilities require her to contribute to maintaining order in Hogwarts.

Not to mention, Professor Blaine, who was used to being a hands-off boss, almost handed over all the related matters of the 'Association for the Promotion of the Rights of Intelligent Magical Creatures', that is, the exchange group.

The sum of several tasks made her several times more tiring than other little wizards.

Therefore, when Hermione discovered that Harry, who was sitting next to her, was neither eating dinner properly nor taking advantage of the dinner opportunity to study hard like her, but was instead staring gloomily at the other side of the auditorium. Behind the Slytherin table, his comforting tone was somewhat impatient.

"Even if you starve yourself to death and blind your eyes, Harry, you still can't send Malfoy to Avalon Prison or drive him out of Hogwarts!"

"What. Oh!"

Harry suddenly came back to his senses, and when he caught a glimpse of Hermione's expressionless face, he immediately trembled and retracted his gaze.

Picking up a cup of hot pumpkin juice, Harry sipped it nonchalantly while looking sideways at the staff table.

Professor Brain, who had left school, would naturally not be able to come back so soon, but apart from him, Hagrid's seat was also vacant.

"Where's Hagrid?"

Harry frowned and asked.

He just asked casually, not expecting Hermione to give him an answer, but surprisingly, Hermione actually knew.

"It's a full moon tonight, Harry--"

Hermione said softly.

Harry was stunned, turned his face, and pointed at the dark world outside the castle.

A flickering oil lamp left Hagrid's hut and wandered along the border of the Forbidden Forest. After a certain distance, the oil lamp stopped for a while and then disappeared.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked away.

After more than a dozen years of silence, the Screaming Shack is back in action.

"It's almost time, Hermione, Ginny, let's go -"

Luna left the Ravenclaw table, walked around the back of the auditorium with brisk steps, and said to Hermione with a pleasant smile.

Ginny, who was a few seats away from Harry, immediately stood up, and Hermione hurriedly gathered the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on her knees.

"What are you going to do?"

Ron, who was describing to Colin what happened on the day of the study tour in an exaggerated way, immediately turned his gaze over and looked at Hermione curiously.

"We plan to go to the library to sort out the results of the exchange between us and the exchange group during this period, and then go to make up lessons for Luo Ya and the others——"

The person who answered this question was Luna. She tilted her head and said to Ron with a strange smile still hanging on the corner of her mouth,

"Want to come along, Ron?"

"Oh, I guess it's better not to-"

Ron immediately pulled his head back.

Harry had no intention of following along and joining in the fun, but--

Looking at Hermione who was busy stuffing books into her schoolbag, Harry hesitated for a moment and finally decided to shut up.

Judging from Hermione's attitude just now, if he dared to mention that he wanted to squat Malfoy in the Great Hall tonight, Hermione would be furious.

"I have things to do too, Harry--"

After the dinner, Ron shrugged and said, looking a little helpless,

"I have to patrol the castle."

After the initial excitement of becoming a prefect, it had become a boring chore for Ron.

"All right--"

Harry nodded. He originally wanted to tell Ron to pay more attention to the movements in the castle and see if Malfoy would come out of the Slytherin lounge.

But when he thought about Ron and his girlfriend being admitted to the campus hospital because of this matter a few days ago, he shut up.

If Ron gets hurt again because of this, he will be guilty of a serious crime.

The Gryffindor common room tonight was no different from any other.

Most of the little wizards spent a pleasant weekend catching up on their homework in the common room.

So does Harry.

Chaotic thoughts are not suitable for dealing with subjects that require the use of the brain.

Harry took out the after-school paper assigned by Professor Trelawney from his schoolbag, and while thinking about it, he wrote on the parchment how he would die next month.

After more than two years of making up nonsense, hanging, falling to death, and encountering unknown encounters no longer made Professor Trelawney fun. He needed something special.

How about getting killed in a duel?

Professor Trelawney would surely enjoy watching it, and might even praise his courage.

So, which curse did he die under? The Death Curse?

Oh, no. This is a big joke!

Harry thought with his chin up. The nearby fireplace radiated hot spring-like warmth to the common room, which made him a little drowsy.

The clock on the wall had passed nine o'clock. As the night deepened, the little wizards in the common room became more active.

Neville was holding his wand and practicing swordsmanship. His heroic movements attracted cheers from Seamus and Dean.

Fred and George were arm in arm, and they quietly slipped out of the common room with their flying brooms.

They were always used to acting at night.

"I don't remember I promised you--"

Harry, who was dozing off, suddenly heard Ron's voice beside him. He suddenly woke up from his sleep.

It was indeed Ron. He should have just returned from night patrol and had not had time to wake him up.

In front of Ron was a little boy who looked like he was only in the first or second grade. There were several red pimples on his face. He was explaining something to Ron.

"What's going on?"

Harry yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

During this period, Professor Braine's lost staff and Sirius, who was the secret keeper of the Remus family, would be targeted by Voldemort. These two things have been bothering him and made him lose his appetite.

"This little guy--"

Ron stared at the little boy in front of him, his eyebrows surging with anger,

"He was playing with the Spike Frisbee in the common room before, and I confiscated it. He wanted it back, but I had already given it to Filch!"

"But--"

Chazelle bit his lip and looked at Ron aggrievedly,

"You promised me later that you would return it to me, didn't you?"

"Oh, nonsense!"

Ron stared at the little boy angrily,

"When did I promise you that I would return the flying saucer to you? Hey, listen, kid, I emphasize again that I have already given the flying saucer to Filch. If you want to make trouble, I will tell Professor McGonagall about this and let her put you in detention, understand!"

After listening to a few words, Harry pulled the corner of his mouth and asked casually,

"When did this happen?"

"On the day you went to Avalon Prison for a study tour. Oh!"

Ron suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Harry in a daze, and what caught his eyes was the same stiff face!