Hogwarts Homecoming

"I've heard about this, Harry -"

Since Professor Blaine left Hogwarts to find a way to save Hermione's life and catch the murderer behind the attack, without Professor Blaine and Hermione at the same time, the atmosphere in the physical training class has become much more relaxed. After all, without Professor Blaine here, many trainings would not be possible. What they can do is to consolidate their dodge ability and proficiency in magic spells.

In the training room where Ding Ling's pounding voice could be heard, Cedric held a copy of the "Daily Prophet" that was urgently published that day and slowly got closer to Harry. Before that, he was absolutely unwilling to provoke anyone who had been in trouble during this period. Harry is like a hedgehog,

"I heard that Professor Black has sent word that Hermione is out of danger, right?"

"Wait, Neville, I'm talking to Cedric-"

Harry was helping Neville become familiar with the disarming spell. After all, among so many people, Harry's disarming spell was recognized as the best.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Harry took a few breaths and looked at Cedric, with a smile on his still sweaty face.

"Yes, Sirius did say that."

Being able to talk to Cedric calmly was absolutely impossible a few days ago. However, the joy of Hermione's recovery quickly diluted the anger in Harry's heart. Even if the man in front of him snatched Cho Chang, he I am also willing to talk to him a few more words.

"That's good. Did Professor Black tell you when Hermione can return to Hogwarts?"

Seeing that Harry did not glare at him, Cedric was slightly relieved. It was not that he had not heard of some extreme arguments made by Harry and Ron during this period, although he did not pay much attention to them, but, In that case, it was really not appropriate for him to inquire more.

Thinking of his verbal attacks on the other three warriors some time ago, Harry, who had calmed down, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips, and his green eyes avoided Cedric's sincere gaze.

"The therapists at St. Mungo's have done a detailed examination of Hermione. Although they think Hermione has recovered completely and can come back at any time, both Sirius and the Ministry of Magic think it is best for her to stay there for another two days. Wait until Professor Blaine returns from abroad and follow his instructions."

Harry glanced at the "Daily Prophet" tucked in Cedric's creaking nest, and saw Professor Blaine facing the flashlight with a solemn face on the original headline, which made him feel a little happier.

"Ah, this means-"

Cedric also reacted accordingly. He spread out the photo of Professor Blaine in the newspaper, with excitement in his voice.

"Hermione may return to Hogwarts at any time, and Professor Blaine will also come back?"

"I think so." Harry curled his lips.

"That's right, Harry -"

Cedric clenched his fists excitedly. Physical education class without Professor Blaine would be soulless, but then, Cedric leaned slightly closer to Harry's ear and lowered his voice.

"If Hermione returns to Hogwarts, you will definitely know before me. I hope you can help me pass on a message."

Staring at Harry's slightly surprised look, Cedric glanced around, his lips moving quickly,

"Tell Hermione that I want to talk to her as soon as possible to repay her for the help she gave me before the first game. Time is running out."

After saying this, Cedric smiled at Harry, who was still a little stunned, and walked away quickly.

Harry's eyes followed Cedric until he returned to Cho Chang's side, and Harry avoided his sight like an electric shock. At this time, when he saw Cedric walking away, Neville exclaimed. Come over.

"He was asking me when Hermione would be back."

Looking at Neville who was hesitant to speak, Harry knew why he wanted to speak. He shrugged his shoulders and said, but he did not tell Neville that Cedric asked him to pass the message.

Hermione helped Cedric in the first game

Harry frowned. He had never heard Hermione tell him or Ron about this. However, Cedric's efforts were destined to be in vain.

Because of the unforeseen circumstances in the first game, Hermione was particularly sensitive to the word 'help'. She hoped that she could pass the second test completely relying on her own strength rather than the help of others. Therefore, she was It was impossible to accept Cedric's 'repayment', not to mention that they already knew what they were going to face in the second test.

"Do you want to keep practicing, Neville?"

After putting these things out of his mind, Harry looked at Neville.

"I don't know if I should continue practicing--"

Neville looked at his hands. He had lost a lot of weight and his face, which looked capable, showed distress and a bit of despair.

"I can't always handle these. If this continues, let alone physical education, I think I might be expelled from Hogwarts."

"Stop talking nonsense, Neville. Hogwarts can't expel you just because you can't use the disarming spell. Look at those two idiots Crabbe and Goyle. They still can't make the feathers fly. Woolen cloth!"

Harry encouraged.

"yes,"

Neville rubbed his sore wrist and said dejectedly,

"I'm probably better than them, but what's the use? I'm holding the team back. Professor Blaine won't allow me to keep up with the practice pace."

To be honest, Neville's situation is really distressing. His efforts in the course are obvious to all, but the results are always unsatisfactory.

It would be great if Hermione were here. Whether it was imparting experience or encouraging people, she was much better than him.

Looking at Neville who was in a depressed mood, Harry sighed slightly. No matter what, he couldn't give up on Neville, right? Completely trusting his teammates was the first request Professor Brain made after they formed a team.

Harry pursed his lips. Just as he was about to say something to cheer up Neville, the door to the physical education classroom was suddenly pushed open, and Professor McGonagall appeared in everyone's sight.

The classroom, which had been buzzing and sparks flying just now, suddenly fell silent. Everyone, including Harry and Neville, looked at Professor McGonagall who looked a little anxious in astonishment.

what happened?

Since the course started, the professor hasn't barged in during the course. Was there some emergency?

"Oh, great, Longbottom, you're here!"

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open completely, and her words focused everyone's attention on Neville.

"Come with me quickly, Longbottom, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in the office!"

In just one second, Neville's face suddenly turned pale, and his strong body began to shake.

Did Hogwarts really think Neville was not good enough and decided to expel him?

At this moment, even Harry had this idea in his mind.

"I beg—grandma fires—"

Under the scorching light of the torches on the wall, Neville, who looked desperate and tearful, stammered.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Longbottom?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"professor!"

Harry took a step forward and shouted, "Hogwarts can't expel Neville, he's not the worst!"

Pfft——

The sneers coming from behind made Harry glare at Draco, but that was all. Draco only glanced sideways at Harry and Neville, but did not say anything sarcastic.

"Oh, expulsion?"

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows.

"No one wants to fire Longbottom, Potter. Come on, Mr. Longbottom. Professor Dumbledore wants you to rush to his office as soon as possible. He is taking you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies."

"St. Mungo's?" Harry lost his voice, "Why did Professor Dumbledore take Neville to St. Mungo's? Isn't that right?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, indicating that she did not know the inside story. Harry looked at Neville with questioning eyes, but--

Neville looked even more desperate than he had just mistakenly thought he had been expelled. His lips were trembling, his face was as white as a corpse soaked in water, but his eyes were red.

"What's going on?"

boom--

Before Harry could finish asking his question, Neville had already bumped into Professor McGonagall like a mad lion and rode away.