Hogwarts Homecoming

At noon on Monday, Harry sat at the dining table with a gloomy face. There were hills of treacle fruit pies, grilled eels, roast beef, and lamb chops in front of him. Malfoy's grotesque imitation also made Harry's mood extremely bad.

"Seriously, Harry!"

Ron, who was sitting next to him, looked at him worriedly and said,

"I think you might be out of your mind with that notebook, otherwise, how dare you take off your earmuffs while tending the mandrake?"

In herbal medicine class this morning, Professor Sprout arranged for them to help some mandrakes that were growing well into brighter flowerpots. As a result, Harry, who was distracted by Riddle last night, didn't know what to think. He actually took off his earmuffs.

The consequences of doing so are self-evident. The screams of dozens of pots of mandrakes that are about to grow into adulthood directly caused Harry to fall headlong into the field ridge. Professor Sprout was startled by this unexpected scene. He cried out and almost fainted.

"Suspicious indeed, Harry—"

Hermione glanced at Professor Brian with two big black eyes hanging on the staff table, then looked at Harry with a frown,

"Why do you think that a notebook that has been in a dark environment for fifty years is more reasonable than Professor Blaine's speculation?"

Harry couldn't lie to himself that his bad state this morning had nothing to do with that notebook, but Riddle's speculation in the notebook seemed to make sense. Riddle believed that what he heard in Professor Lockhart's office and Mrs. Norris before the attack That sound could just be an ordinary snake hunting in a water pipe.

Riddle's memory insisted that it was the monster Hagrid kept that he couldn't name that killed a girl in the bathroom fifty years ago.

"-Principal Dippet is wiser than Dumbledore. Harry, the Ministry of Magic was also more objective than it is now. If they hadn't confirmed this, how could they have easily expelled a young wizard from school?"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Judging from the results of the series of attacks fifty years ago, Riddle was undoubtedly correct, but emotionally speaking, they would rather believe in Professor Brian's guess.

"Let's put this aside, Harry."

Hermione frowned and said,

"By the end of this week, I can go to the library with Professor Brian to look for information... If I can find a snake that can kill people and petrify people, Harry, I think it's time for you to hand over your notes! "

"Are you guys discussing this afternoon's practical class?"

This time, Neville stretched out his chubby head, his small round eyes were full of worry.

"Oh shit, I forgot about that!"

Hermione looked again at the top of the auditorium where Professor Brian, who was discussing something with Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, slammed the table down, and even Harry gasped.

Because the number of young wizards voluntarily participating in practical classes has decreased significantly, Amosta first spent half of the Monday afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class telling the first and second grade little wizards that some ancient wizards like to explore unknown magical relics. Arranging traps in the ruins, and what methods the black wizards outside usually use when poisoning people, in the remaining half of the time, they led a group of little wizards to kill the ghost corpse on the eighth floor of the castle. classroom.

"Do you think that a 'freelancer' who runs errands for people, finds potion raw materials, and delivers goods will know the habits of black wizards so well?"

On the way to the eighth floor, Seamus whispered to Dean.

"I have a cousin who used to be an Auror and then retired due to injury--"

Dean's tone and expression are very mysterious,

"He once told me that there is a group of people who are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but who make a living by arresting dark wizards. These people are called bounty hunters in private. Before Ci, he was a wizard hunter who hunted down dark wizards!"

Dean's deduction won the approval of many people, and even Hermione blinked her eyes with a thoughtful expression.

"Other than this, there is no reasonable explanation!"

Ron, who had already decided to withdraw from the practical class, said to Harry in a serious manner,

"I have indeed heard from my father that the Ministry of Magic sometimes cooperates with some unofficial special personnel to fight against black wizards, smugglers and other villains. They are a group of powerful guys, but they don't like it. Be bound by the rules and not choose to join the Ministry of Magic--"

Although Amosta, who was walking in the forefront, did not look back, the powerful magic power endowed him with keen five senses, and he heard all the whispers of the little wizards without missing a word.

Bounty hunter?

Amosta smiled in his heart, he was not a bounty hunter who attacked a black wizard, but a dark wizard who was attacked by a bounty hunter

"So--"

Amosta, who was standing in front of the oak door, turned to look at the young wizards with serious expressions, and read their names aloud,

"Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, Ginny Weasley, Michael Corner , Blaise Zabini, Theodore Knott, Heloise Midgen, Terry Boot, the students whose names I have read above enter the labyrinth in the classroom in pairs in pairs."

Amosta looked at the blue-faced Potter and Malfoy, and smiled,

"This labyrinth has a memory function. It has recorded the progress of your last challenge. I hope you can grasp this last chance. By the way, if someone can kill the dark creatures in the labyrinth, I will give his academy a bonus." Up to fifty points!"

grunt!

Harry swallowed, and there was finally something more in Beetui's eyes besides fear. Throughout his student life, a little wizard can have a few chances to win fifty points for his college. Many little wizards I'm afraid wizards can't get so many points from the first grade to the seventh grade!

Hermione obviously became anxious, and she suddenly discovered one thing, that is, after leaving the textbooks and materials, her on-the-spot adaptability seemed to be far from her own satisfaction.

Harry and Draco reluctantly stood together again. Harry's self-sacrificing spirit did calm Draco for a few days last time, but this feeling did not last long. Laco seems to think that Harry's behavior is a kind of contempt for him, which makes him spare no effort to mock Harry recently!

"It's different this time, Potter!"

Before entering the door, Draco said to Harry aggressively. He took out a short silver knife from his pocket. It looked like it was used for handling potion ingredients in potions class.

"If you beg me, maybe I will show mercy and save your life later!"

Draco had approached Professor Brian privately for advice on the 'Royal Curse', and Harry had heard about it. Judging from the situation, he seemed to have some experience with this powerful spell.

"Are you sure you gave us a hint, Professor Blaine?"

Begging Draco to protect himself?

This incident was more uncomfortable for Harry than killing him. He looked at Professor Brian pitifully, hoping to gain some confidence from him, but unfortunately, Professor Brian was still smiling and did not say a word. plan.

Harry's eyebrows twitched. When he entered the maze for the first time, Professor Brian seemed to be smiling like this. He also reminded himself that the maze is dark, so be careful not to fall, wait, it's dark?

Harry suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if thinking of something!