In the weeks following the Quidditch match, Hogwarts was peaceful.
Aside from the large, terrifying Patronus that was caused on the Quidditch field, which has become a hot topic, everything else is just trivial matters.
For example, Neville could not find his wand because he lost it and had never been able to retrieve it. Professor McGonagall mobilized all the boys in Gryffindor to search for it in the common room and dormitories, but they found nothing. Therefore, Professor McGonagall was forced to write a letter to Neville's grandmother, and the result was that one day at breakfast, Neville received another letter from his grandmother, scolding him. The terrifying voice of the old lady scared many small wizards into having nightmares that night.
“...If you can't find your father's wand, never come back!”
Watching the quiet Great Hall and the softly weeping Romilda, Amosoft softened his heart a little, pondered for a moment, and then took out another spare wand from his hidden pouch and handed it to Professor McGonagall.
"Mr. Longbottom probably can't find that wand -"
Amosoft said to Professor McGonagall,
"I have a spare here. Would you please hand it to Mr. Longbottom? He can go and buy a new one at Ollivander's during the Christmas holidays."
"That's the only way, Amoshta."
McGonagall said with a stern face, "I can't understand this boy. Why is he always leaving things behind?"
"If you knew how Romilda is performing in my class, Miller."
Snape let out a snort, "You wouldn't be surprised by that, would you?"
"The boy is very talented, Severus--"
Sitting beside Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin, whose color seemed much better, leaned over and smiled warmly, "He's doing quite well in Defense Against the Dark Arts; you just need to encourage him a bit more."
"Quite true."
Professor Sprout also joined in the conversation, "Longbottom is gifted in Herbology, and you probably won't believe it, but I think Mr. Longbottom is good enough to get an outstanding grade on the O.W.L.s."
"Figure it out for yourself, Professor Snape."
Amosoft glanced sideways at the black-faced Snape, trying to hold back a laugh, he said.
"By the way, Amoshta--"
Professor Flitwick pointed at the wand that Amoshta had just pulled out, shrilly shouted,
"To my knowledge, very few wizards keep two wands, except for Aurors from the Ministry of Magic!"
"Oh, it's just a personal habit..."
Amoshta said calmly.
"You must keep away from that curse!"
At the end of breakfast, Professor Trelawney, who had been in a daze, suddenly stood up, jingling the beads around her neck, her gaze piercing through the thick glasses, and in a nervous tone, she said to Amoshta,
"My third eye tells me, darkness... death is lurking within it!"
Amoshta raised his eyebrows slightly, ready to say something, but Professor McGonagall jumped in first, coldly said.
"You seem to have forgotten, Sybill, Amoshta had a prophecy about his death when he was in third year!"
Professor Trelawney seemed to be uninterested in arguing, and she walked away arrogantly with her head held high.
In addition to Neville's matter, the young witches and wizards are also discussing why their beloved headmaster has been gone for a while during this period. Previously, Headmaster Dumbledore often disappeared for a while during the semester, but soon appeared again, smiling and having meals with all the staff. It is rare to be out of sight for two or three weeks in a row.
The November match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff ended with Ravenclaw's victory, which relieved Professor McGonagall for a while, as it meant that Gryffindor still had a chance to come back.
On the way back to the castle after the game, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but smile, to be honest, although she had been working in this school for seven years, at that time, she didn't know that Amoshta was also a fervent fan.
"Are you free tomorrow, Amoshta?"
"Professors, let's go," Professor McGonagall suddenly remembered something and said to Amoshta.
"Would you like to have a drink with me, Professor McGonagall?"
"If it's to celebrate Gryffindor not being eliminated, Miller--"
Just as Professor Flitwick, who had won a match, smiled and ran to catch up with the others.
"I think you should take me, after all, it's all thanks to Ravenclaw's effort."
"It's not me who wants to treat, Philip--"
Professor McGonagall supported her wizard's hat and said unpleasantly,
"The Minister of Magic sent Albus a letter, hoping he could persuade Amoshta to put the Death Eaters back in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and then Albus sent the same letter back to me unchanged, so--"
Amoshta nodded understandingly.
It is not known when Fudge met Dumbledore, learned of his attitude from Dumbledore, so he did not directly find himself. And Dumbledore was equally unwilling to help Fudge as a mediator, especially, he himself did not want to see those Death Eaters appear in Hogwarts.
"What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"
Amoshta casually asked, "I mean, placing them around Hogwarts."
There was really nothing much to say about this question, as none of the professors would want a group of monsters that could go out of control at any time and suck the brains out of some small witch or wizard wandering around the school. However, later that night when Amoshta visited Professor Snape, he did get a reasonable suggestion.
"The number of those Dementors needs to be reduced, Amoshta,"
While correcting his papers, Professor Snape heard this question and looked at Amoshta with a face without expression, who was admiring a whole wall of glass specimen jars.
"With so many Dementors out of control, there won't be many people in the school who can quickly control the situation."
"So--"
Amoshta shook his head unwillingly, "Do you think I should agree to retain some Dementors?"
"I don't understand why you want to challenge the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amoshta, unless you want to make a spectacle out of yourself," Snape scoffed.
"Since our great Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't stop the Department of Magical Law Enforcement from placing Dementors around the school before, and since this matter could have been easily handled with a communication between him and Fudge, now he's handing over Fudge's letter to Miller to arrange for you to meet with Fudge... Don't you see, Amoshta, Dumbledore wants to push you forward..."
"I think that such things will become more common in the future. Maybe Dumbledore is planning for you to be a channel of communication between Hogwarts and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement... hmm, so he doesn't have to offend people."
Amoshta tightened the fists on his back, speaking with a touch of emotion,
"You must have taken quite a few losses from Dumbledore to have 'it' so well understood, Professor."
Snape did not point out Amoshta's mistake in words, he bent down and looked at the chaotic papers on the table, his feather pen dipped in ink hanging in mid-air, reluctant to fall, until half an hour later, he angrily spoke to Amoshta.
"Since the last time you made Draco clean out the owlery, Draco's grades have plummeted... You can take a look at this pile of garbage, Amoshta, I nearly thought this was Remus's homework!"
"Punishment for Draco?"
Hearing this, Amoshta walked over and stared at the papers on the table for two minutes, also showing a disdainful expression, but the punishment for Draco to sweep the shed... this is...
Oh, Amoshta understood. It seems that the Slytherin brats put all the blame for losing the match on Draco's head, so they were collectively ostracizing him.
"I've always felt that the kids in our house are a bit too heartless. Should I go and comfort Draco?" Amoshta muttered.
"You know Slytherin better than anyone, Amoshta,"
Professor Snape dipped the feather pen into the ink bottle and said coldly,
"He has to find a way out of his current predicament on his own, and if you interfere, things will only get worse for him."
