Hogwarts Homecoming

A grand celebration dinner is in full swing in the auditorium. The four long tables that were originally side by side were placed into a square frame. The elves in the kitchen tried their best, and the long table was filled with all kinds of Mouthwatering food.

The professors didn't hold on to their identities either, they mingled with the little wizards and chatted happily.

Professor McGonagall pretended not to see that the Weasley brothers secretly replaced the fruit juice of the little wizards with butterbeer. Snape seemed to be comforting Draco with a sad face. When the mood came, Professor Flitwick and Sprout The professor even presented a waltz amidst the uproar.

"Actually, I've noticed something is wrong with that bathroom--"

Lockhart, who hadn't appeared in front of everyone for two months, appeared here despite Madam Pomfrey's dissuasion. He was pale and could only stand by leaning on the table, but he still tried his best to keep his smile and the bright lights on the ceiling Incomparable galaxies match,

"But I don't think it's a gentleman's thing to barge into a girls' bathroom!"

"How dare he say that!"

Hearing Lockhart's bragging words, Harry turned blue with anger, and Dean beside him made a disgusted expression.

"Where did Professor Blaine go?"

Hermione, who was a little sad about Professor Lockhart's performance, looked around, looking for the young and frail figure.

"He and Headmaster Dumbledore left halfway." Neville answered the question.

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, both a little disappointed. After a short exchange, they took some food and left the auditorium, and went to the school hospital to find Ron.

On the eighth floor of the castle, Amosta led Dumbledore to push open a smooth door inlaid in the wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas being beaten with a troll club.

".At that time, I would often practice magic or brew potions in some remote classrooms in the castle. From the second semester of the fifth grade, you and Professor Snape followed me closely. Once , Professor Snape seemed to smell the potion I was carrying, but he didn't say it clearly. Out of caution, I wanted to find a safe place to store my potion. I was wandering around here, accidentally Discover this amazing room."

Squeak!

This is a room as big as a church, and the surrounding scenery looks like a city. Those high walls are made up of things hidden by thousands of students who have long since passed away. Most of the things, Can basically hold up to trash - expired potions, rotting moldy food, crumbling bookshelves and boxes, old textbooks, etc.

Amosta led Dumbledore deeper and deeper in the maze-like garbage dump, until he came to an old cabinet with blistered surface, on top of which sat a bust of a wizard with pockmarked cheeks, There was a clear circular indentation on the dusty old wig on the head.

"Here, here it is-"

Amosta raised his chin, and said to Dumbledore with a solemn expression.

Dumbledore was holding the broken crown that Amosta gave him last night. He only glanced at the statue before looking away, and turned to look at the room he was in.

"It's a good hiding place indeed. I can probably guess when Tom hid the diadem here."

Dumbledore murmured,

"Honestly, Amosta, you've done me a great favor. I've been skeptical for so many years that Voldemort ever split his soul, and I think he might have done it more than once, but I've always There is no evidence, but you have confirmed two long-standing doubts in my heart for me in one day."

Although Dumbledore said so, he couldn't see a trace of relief. Instead, his shoulders were a little bent, and the center of his brow seemed to be crushed and half drooped under the heavy pressure.

Amosta understands why Dumbledore looks like this. This is indeed a very headache. If you want to destroy Voldemort, you must first destroy his Horcrux, but God knows how much this lunatic Voldemort split his soul. Second-rate?

Theoretically speaking, there is no upper limit to the number of soul splits. As long as your broken soul is enough to support your body's activities, then it is not a problem to split dozens or hundreds of times, but in reality, it is impossible for a human soul to be so Powerful, like a piece of white paper, it can be folded countless times in theory, but in practice, it cannot be operated after only a few times.

"So--"

Amosta ignored Dumbledore, who was downcast in thought, and walked straight towards the exit,

"If you really think that I have provided some insignificant help, Principal Dumbledore, please don't stare at me all day after that, I will be very distressed!"

Although the muscles in his arm were torn by the basilisk's fangs, thanks to Fox's tears and Madam Pomfrey's professional treatment, Ron's bandaged arm was able to move like a mummy. He leaned on the pillow and listened. Harry's nose twisted when he repeated Lockhart's boast!

"Just him, Harry!"

Ron said out of breath, "Without you, Harry, even on the day Hogwarts closed down, he wouldn't be able to find the door to the Chamber of Secrets. Didn't Myrtle get the punishment she deserved?!"

"The Ministry of Magic can't imprison a ghost in Azkaban, Ron." Hermione said rationally after finally regaining her composure, "Professor Bryan also thinks that trialing a ghost is ridiculous and cruel." matter."

"I don't see what's so cruel!"

Ron twisted his nose and looked at Ginny, who drank a large glass of chocolate milk with sleeping pills and was in a deep sleep a few beds away. His parents were so worried and sobbing by Ginny's bed this morning echoed in Ron's head.

"Speaking of Professor Brayne," Ron looked at Harry, "he's already decided to leave, hasn't he?"

Speaking of this, Hermione became depressed again, and even Harry heaved a sigh of relief, with a frown on his face.

"Anyway, that's what Headmaster Dumbledore told me. He told me that Professor Brayne had done his duty and that he would leave the school soon—"

"It's bad enough,"

Ron seemed to want to cross his arms, but he forgot the injury on his right arm, and he grinned in pain when he accidentally pulled the wound,

"Hiss mother also asked me to invite Professor Brian to our house as a guest during the summer vacation. My father also said that he almost saved our family. It is true. He saved Bill and Charlie when he was in school, and now he is from the mysterious man and Rescuing Ginny and me from the hands of the basilisk is such a headache, this is not a kindness that can be repaid easily."

"I didn't save you for gratitude, Mr. Weasley."

Amosta strode in with a smile on his face, looking at the three little wizards who were very surprised by his appearance and said.

"How do you feel, Mr. Weasley?"

"Oh, it's much better, Professor Bryan!" Ron said shyly with his ears blushing, and he tried his best to raise his arms as he spoke.

Seeing that Ron was in good spirits, Amosta nodded with satisfaction. He sat on the hospital bed next door and smiled at the three of them and said,

"Actually, I have some presents for you—"