In This Hogwarts Without a Savior Chapter 328

  Chapter 328 326. The master doesn't have to expect robbers to welcome him home

  Scotland, Hogwarts Castle.

  Whether they are students from the Pure Blood Academy or the Half Blood Academy, they got up early this morning, happily discussing about the Triwizard Tournament.

  Everyone knew that today was the official start of the competition, and in the morning, when they had just started the first day of the new semester, many newspaper reporters from all over Europe had already arrived at the castle.

Hogwarts Castle provided them with a specially prepared residence. The Triwizard Tournament did not take place in a day or two. The three events together would take at least one school year, so it must be dedicated to these reporters who followed up the whole process. They ensure their basic necessities of life.

  At 10 o'clock, the students of Beauxbatons arrived at the castle.

   In the morning, Snape specially suspended all the students' classes, and stood in front of the castle to welcome them.

  The one who came with Beauxbaton's students was not their headmaster, who had just been in office for a year, but Voldemort himself, who hadn't shown himself since the selection of the warriors.

From the first grade to the seventh grade, except for Draco who stood beside Snape as a hero of Hogwarts Castle, all the other students lined up on the grass in an orderly manner according to their bloodlines, welcoming the students from Booth. Barton's guests and their principal.

   Beauxbaton's warrior Emil followed Voldemort, only half a body behind him, and walked towards Hogwarts Castle with him.

  Snape followed with Draco, also following behind his master.

   "Has Dumbledore brought someone here?" Voldemort, who was walking in front, asked very casually, and he couldn't see the angry and groggy look of him when he saw the bodies of the Lestrange couple four months ago.

   Snape said softly.

   "They haven't arrived yet, master, but it should be soon."

Voldemort nodded and didn't make another sound, but when he stepped on the top step of the castle and could enter the gate in the next step, he looked back at those who were still queuing up on the lawn students.

"Now that I've arrived, who are you waiting for?" he said loudly, his voice reaching the ears of every student. "It's a pleasant morning. What you need is cake and black tea, children. Go back to the auditorium." Well, there are no guests worth waiting for."

  The students on the lawn first looked at their principal in surprise, and soon everyone came back to their senses, whether they were pure-blood students or mixed-race students, there was a round of cheers.

  Obviously, no one wants to stand in one place for a whole morning. Now that this great gentleman has spoken, they can be liberated naturally.

  Everyone of the students showed joy on their faces. They walked into the castle surrounded by the pure-blooded guests who came from Beauxbatons and their principal from the bottom of their hearts.

  Among them, only Snape looked back at the deserted lawn, and then he didn't speak, but walked behind all the students, and finally closed the gates of the two castles

   Near noon, thestrals pulled the carriage to the sky above Hogwarts Castle.

  Jon and Hagrid sat side by side in the driving seat, re-penetrated the clouds and began to fall from a high altitude. He looked at the castle standing between the mountains and the black lake, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

  He remembers the last time he came here and when he left, and now he's back again.

  Hagrid was also looking down, but instead of looking at the castle, he was looking at the endless Forbidden Forest beside the black lake like a mirror.

  The eye circles of his eyes were obviously a little red, and the two big hands holding the rein trembled slightly because of too much force.

Even the thestrals pulling the carriage and spreading their wings showed joy visible to the naked eye, as if they had returned to their familiar homeland, each of them swooped down impatiently, and flew towards the ancient city with the carriage. castle.

  No need for guidance, no one in this world can understand this school better than these people sitting in the carriage.

  Even those who are in the castle today.

The thestrals spread their huge black wings, and they skimmed the edge of the forbidden forest at low altitude, gliding along the surface of the black lake, the hooves of the lowest flying thestrals even touched the calm lake water, leaving behind Ripples.

  Finally, the group of black Pegasus gathered their wings and landed on the lawn by the lake in front of the castle.

Their horseshoes stepped on the soft ground, and the wheels of the Hogwarts carriage landed on the ground again. After sliding forward slowly for a short distance, they stopped completely in front of the closed gate of the castle. .

  The summer breeze blew the curtain behind the carriage, and Dumbledore and Rozier led the students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang out of it.

Every child has an unconcealable excitement, especially the ten students of Hogwarts. They have always been named Hogwarts, but nine of them are coming to this place for the first time. A thousand-year-old castle.

  Even Hermione had a bright light in her eyes.

  She came back, no longer as a slave, but as a free person, a wizard with a wand, a student of a magic school, back again.

   But the lawn was empty and there was no one in sight, which still made the originally fiery hearts of these excited students cool down a lot.

   "Insanely rude."

   Rozier's face was cold. She felt that even though she had never thought highly of the Dark Lord, she had overestimated his strength.

  George looked up at the dark castle, when a cloud just happened to cover them.

   "I've always been imagining what kind of place Hogwarts Castle is."

  He stood beside Jon, his face no longer had the usual funny smile and frivolity, only calm.

"My mom and dad told me it was the greatest place in the world when I was little, Bill told me it was the birthplace of the best memories in every wizard's life, and Charlie would tell us in front of us almost every time he came home. Reminiscing about how great the Quidditch game was at this school, but I just find it... lifeless."

  Jon also looked at the castle.

  Although he stayed here for a long time the last time, Mudblood's slave life did not allow him to have the extra energy to observe and appreciate this thousand-year-old castle.

  And now, when he could completely see the castle, for some reason, the dead shadow of the prison on Azkaban Island appeared in his mind.

  Dumbledore was standing not far in front of George. He heard George's comment, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

“Everyone has a different image of it, but maybe it's not the castle that's changed, it's the times we live in. Like me, I've always thought these were a great place to store wool socks. "

  The Hogwarts students glanced at each other, they all knew that Dumbledore had started to say something that sounded confused again.

   At this moment, an old woman on crutches limped along the edge of the black lake and came to them.

   She wears a wide-brimmed pointed hat on her head, and she has a stooped figure, but she needs to rely on crutches to walk steadily, but she does not appear to be slow at all.

   "Do you know how troublesome these lawns are usually to maintain! Those little Mudbloods are already clumsy! Let your people lead these beasts with me! It's disgusting, these ominous Thestrals! It's annoying to see!"

The old witch stared at the students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang with disgust in her cloudy eyes. She cursed at the Thestrals, but was she actually cursing the Thestrals or Jon and the others? Only she knows about these students.

"Hurry up! Take these beasts and follow me! I'll take you to find a place for them to use as a nest. It's best not to let me see them **** here, or I'll turn you into a dung beetle and let you You push the dung ball!"

   The witch screamed past Dumbledore and the others, shouting to Hagrid, who was holding the reins of the Thestrals.

  Hagrid glanced at Dumbledore, Dumbledore nodded slightly to him, and then he led the Thestrals with a dissatisfied expression and left the lawn following the cursing witch.

   "What are we going to do now?

   Diane looked at Rozier, then at Dumbledore.

  After hearing her question, Dumbledore turned his attention to Jon.

   "What do you think we should do now, Jon."

  When his question was asked, the eyes of all the students present were on Jon.

  Jon raised his head and looked at the towering castle, then he led the way to the steps.

   "This shouldn't be a problem at all, Professor."

  When he came to the door that had been away for more than a year, he stretched out his hand, pushed the door hard, and said in a soft voice.

   "Everyone knows exactly who is the master here, and there are thousands of reasons in this world, but none of them say that the master needs a gang of robbers to welcome him back home."

   "Squeak~"

  The heavy wooden door made a sound full of time and years, and the wide foyer and clean corridor were displayed in front of everyone.

  Candles lit up one by one on the walls on both sides, like soldiers ready to go for inspection by the chief.

  Jon's shoes stained with lawn mud were on the clean floor tiles that could reflect figures, and his strong and powerful steps echoed throughout the empty corridor.

  Behind him, the students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang looked at his back, and the humiliation and frustration they felt were swept away at this moment, replaced by a surge of excitement!

  Yes, there is no reason why this world has never had a master come home, and robbers need to go out to welcome them.

  When they came back this trip, they didn't think about gaining any so-called respect.

   Instead, reclaim your own home!

   Vera Tiantian, the author of "I Invented at Hogwarts".

   After Rigg joined Hogwarts, the pressure came to Azkaban.

  When Voldemort escaped, he was knocked down by a super electromagnetic gun from Harry Potter.

   "Rig, this is much better than a wand!"

  (end of this chapter)

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