Amosta withdrew his gaze from the jewel-like blue sky, walked to his desk, picked up a thick stack of parchment, and left his office.
It was Friday morning, one week before the Triwizard Tournament. It was time to explain a few things about the competition to his students.
Ten minutes later, Amosta arrived at the Physical Education Class classroom, where the students, as usual, were eagerly awaiting him.
Amosta did not immediately gather the students or greet them. His bright eyes swept over every young wizard's face, as though he were reminiscing about something.
His unusual demeanor was immediately noticed by the sharp-eyed students.
Watching Professor Breen's wistful expression, Harry opened his mouth and instinctively looked toward Hermione, only to see a sorrowful face.
His heart sank. Harry immediately realized that his guess had been right, and a sour ache rose in his nose.
"Good morning, everyone—"
After all, these were the first Physical Education Class students he had taught. Now that he was about to part with them, a little sadness was unavoidable.
But Amosta quickly reined in his emotions and gave the students a gentle smile.
The greetings from below were more orderly than usual, and louder as well.
"Now—"
Amosta set the stack of parchment on the teacher's desk and cleared his throat.
"We won't be having class today. There are some other matters to discuss. First, Miss Granger, Mr. Cedric, please step forward."
Hermione had been listening intently to what Professor Breen was about to say, never expecting to suddenly be called upon. After a small gasp, she hurriedly squeezed past Fred and George in front of her and stepped before the crowd.
Cedric also left Cho Chang's side in a daze and moved to the front of the group.
"Here's the thing—"
Amosta said to