The Return to Hogwarts

"Woo!"

Because his face was wrapped in gauze, Harry couldn't speak and could only nod frantically.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Wood—”

Amosta pursed her lips and said regretfully, "You'll have to ask Professor McGonagall; it's not up to me to decide."

Looking at Professor Blaine's innocent face, to be honest, for a moment, Harry, who was 'in tears', even thought that Professor Blaine was deliberately trying to cause trouble before the Quidditch match!

Tell me, Amosta!

The crisp, hurried footsteps overwhelmed the group of young wizards who were stranded outside the school hospital. They had no afternoon classes and, because of the heavy rain, hadn't gone out to find any fun, so they had come to the hospital to watch the spectacle. The crowded people parted automatically, and Professor McGonagall strode in. Once she recognized the 'white-headed' figure, she pursed her lips tightly and glared at Amostella with a murderous look.

"How many Galleons did Severus give you to assassinate Gryffindor's Seeker?!"

Ahem! How did you find out about our private dealings, Professor McGonagall?

"No need to worry, Professor—"

Amosta explained with a smile.

"Most young wizards only suffer minor external injuries. They just need to apply some white peony root, take a bath, and they'll be jumping around again in no time. It's just that Mr. Longbottom's injury was a bit more serious."

"Longbotton?"

Professor McGonagall immediately began searching through the crowd. Then, upon seeing the faint traces of blood on the white gauze bandage on Neville's arm, who was unconscious after taking sleeping pills, she gasped and rushed to Neville's side in a panic.

"What's wrong with the child, Amosta? Don't tell him he fought that monster you brought back again?"

"That's just the way it is—"

Amosta said, with a wry smile,

"Mr. Longbottom always seemed to think that fists were more effective than wands when faced with a crisis—"

After making her rounds, Professor McGonagall's anger and worry finally subsided. Just as Amostall had said, most of the Slytherin and Gryffindor wizards had only drunk a couple of sips of cold water. To prevent them from catching a cold, Madam Pomfrey gave them a few sips of her signature energizing potion before arranging for them to go back and take hot baths. This was because the school hospital simply didn't have enough beds to accommodate them. Only wizards who had been hit by water arrows or, like Neville, who had been injured, were allowed to rest there.

"Okay, since that's how it is—"

Professor McGonagall's rapid breathing gradually subsided, and she looked at Wood and Harry, saying...

"While I can certainly agree to postpone the Hufflepuff match, I think the Gryffindor students should be braver. Wood, I still hope you will give it your all in tomorrow's match."

At Hogwarts, whether or not the great Albus Dumbledore appears is a good indicator of the seriousness of a matter.

Now that Amosta had confirmed that Amosta hadn't caused any major trouble, and with a whole host of other things to deal with, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left with a somber expression. She then went to Amosta to tell her that he had ultimately decided that the Gryffindor who had defeated Hinkpunk had won his practical class and received a 50-point reward, but this did little to cheer Professor McGonagall up.

"Then, please rest well here—"

To settle these young wizards, Amostella, who hadn't even had lunch, rubbed her already protesting stomach and smiled, "Professor Lupin isn't feeling well, I have to rush back to my office to take care of him—"

Amidst the angry glares of the young wizards who dared not speak out, Amosta chuckled happily.

Suddenly, he saw a head peeking out from behind the curtain of the girls' ward, looking over hesitantly. Amosta raised an eyebrow, turned around and looked at Harry, who was completely unaware, and Ron, who had clearly noticed but was pretending not to.

"Still being difficult?"

After thinking for a moment, Amosta walked to Ron's bedside and spoke gently.

“Oh, you know, Professor—”

After a period of calm, Ron's tone was no longer as angry as it had been at the beginning; however, he was still full of resentment when he brought it up.

"It was clearly that cat that killed Banban, but she refuses to apologize!"

Ron's mouse died under suspicious circumstances. In fact, Amosta did not believe that the clever yellow cat killed Scabbers.

Because Amosta sensed Crookshanks' presence in the Shrieking Shack for a period of time during the welcome dinner, and considering the distance between Hogwarts and the Shrieking Shack, as well as the duration of the dinner, it shouldn't have had enough time to commit a crime. However, Amosta wasn't in the mood to clear the cat's name. After listening to Ron's grumbling complaints, Amosta smiled slightly and simply said...

“Life is a one-way street with no turning back, Mr. Weasley. I have seen many, and I have experienced it myself, long ago, because of words or deeds spoken or done in a moment of impulse, and have sank into an abyss of regret and pain for the rest of their lives. I do not want the three of you to repeat the mistakes of those people.”

Looking at Ron, who was blinking as if he had understood something, Amosta pursed his lips and strolled leisurely out of the school hospital.

Chapter 210 Dementors

Saturday's weather was still terrible, with layers of clouds occasionally flashing with terrifying lightning, and torrential rain pouring down. Fortunately, the wind was much weaker than yesterday. If it had been like yesterday, even if Hagrid were riding his flying broom, he probably would have been blown into the Black Lake by the strong wind.

Regardless, the annual Quidditch match has begun.

Early in the morning, in order to secure a good spot, the young wizards from the four houses gathered in twos and threes, holding umbrellas and braving the strong winds to head to the field. The students' enthusiastic discussions could almost drown out the howling wind and rain.

Because of the incident that happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class yesterday, Wood, who had been terrified all night, got up early and went to the school hospital. On his way, he also brought Harry some porridge and sausages, but he himself couldn't eat a single bite.

Wood breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the school hospital and saw Harry, already wearing a bright red jersey, warming up his arms and legs.

"I was thinking about it in my dreams last night,"

Wood handed breakfast to Harry.

“If you can’t play today, I’ll storm into Professor Blaine’s office and take him down with me.”

"Don't be silly, Wood—"

Feeling pretty good, and in a great mood because he had finally defeated Slytherin yesterday, Harry said with a smile.

"Even if you bring all of us together, it still wouldn't be enough for Professor Blaine to beat us all by himself. Speaking of which, I wonder if Professor Blaine will come to watch our match."

"I hope he doesn't go."

Wood said sullenly,

"I've figured it out: wherever he appears, nothing good ever comes of it."

In fact, Amosta had no intention of watching the competition. Having been in the magical world for so long, Amosta was not very interested in this sport that was popular throughout the magical world. It was not because he was not good at flying brooms. In fact, Amosta, who was always on the go, was quite good at flying brooms. During missions, if the journey was long, he would usually use flying brooms and Apparition alternately to travel.

squeak-

Amostella pushed open the office door, paused behind it, glanced at the endless stream of people gathering outside the castle on the wall, and finding nothing amiss, slowly walked to the cot in the room. Looking at the sickly Remus lying on it, he curled his lip, placed the plate of sausages and bread on the floor beneath the bed.

"Here, breakfast is ready."

"Amosta--"

Looking at the goofy Amosta, Remus gave a weak, bitter smile.

"I was eating on the ground yesterday because I was a wolf at the time, but that doesn't mean I enjoy doing it."

"Oh!"

Amosta, feigning realization, scratched his head.

"Sorry, I forgot about that!"

I believe you!

Remus, struggling to sit up, twitched his droopy eyelids. He thought to himself that he wasn't surprised why Amostella always liked to tease him. As Snape's favorite student, Amostella must know something about their past grievances.

Having made a small joke, Amosta felt a pang of sympathy for Remus, who looked as frail as a man nearing the end of his life.

To be honest, wizards like Remus Lupin who unexpectedly become werewolves have truly tragic fates.

During their previous casual conversation, Amosta learned that over the years, on the night of the full moon each month, in order not to harm others, Remus would find a deserted wilderness, set up a spell to prevent anyone from accidentally intruding and to restrict his movements, and secretly transform into a werewolf.

In that situation, Remus, who had lost his mind and could not suppress his desire to attack, had no choice but to bite himself. Because he lacked Galon to buy healing potions, his injuries healed very slowly. Just when he was finally able to recover, another full moon would arrive.

After entering Hogwarts, Remus was finally able to drink the wolfsbane potion, which was hailed as a boon for werewolves. But to be honest, this potion wasn't exactly a good thing.

Amosta doesn't have the same creative talent for potions as he does for spells, but while he can't be called a master, he's still quite skilled in the field.

Wolfsbane Potion was a product created by Damocles, one of the few remaining Potions Masters in the magical world. Amosta once studied it and found that the principle behind its effectiveness against werewolves was to fight poison with poison, using another opposing poison to suppress the wolfsbane that was raging within the werewolf's body due to the special magical tide caused by the full moon to a very low level.

The problem is that wolfsbane is a magical virus that is intertwined with an individual's magic power. When wolfsbane medicine kills the virus, it not only damages the carrier's physical health but also consumes the carrier's magic power.

Therefore, werewolves who have drunk the wolfsbane potion will only begin to weaken after the full moon period.

In other words, taking too much of this medicine can shorten your lifespan.

"Speaking of which--"

After finishing breakfast, Lupin, despite his illness, went to the window. Afraid of the wind and rain, he didn't dare open it, but listened intently through the blurry glass. The shouts rising and falling from the Quidditch pitch stirred up deep-seated memories. Unconsciously, he thought of his old friend, hailed as a Quidditch prodigy. He reminisced about the carefree, happy times at school, a smile playing on his lips.

Even Albus came out of his office to watch the game, why are you—

"I am only interested in things that can improve my abilities."

Sitting at his desk, Amosta, who was conducting theoretical research on the Blood Curse, replied calmly.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Amosta.”

Lupin leaned against the cold glass, facing Amosta, who was deep in thought with his brows down.

However, looking at Amosta, who was immersed in the world of knowledge and unmoved by external things, he felt a bit of admiration. To have the strength that even Albus praised at the age of twenty-something, talent alone could not explain everything.

The dry firewood crackled and popped in the scorching fireplace.

Somewhat afraid of the cold, Remus slowly moved to the window sash in front of the fireplace, listening to the calls that rose and fell like waves outside, while looking at the front page of the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, where the Minister of Magic was passionately telling everyone how 'amazing' their success was in capturing Black.

Thinking of Sirius Black, who had entered Hogwarts through mysterious means not long ago, Remus's face darkened. He turned his back to Amostall and faced the window, looking in an unknown direction.

How exactly did Black get into Hogwarts?

Everyone at Hogwarts, including Albus Dumbledore and Amostra Brane, who was engrossed in his magical research behind him, was speculating about this.

Remus feigned confusion, just like everyone else. However, deep down, he had a vague suspicion, and he knew it was close to the truth. He simply couldn't face the answer, nor did he have the courage to speak it aloud, because that answer meant he had betrayed Albus's trust.