Hogwarts Homecoming

Rolling thunderclouds were covering the sky, hanging low as if you could touch them if you climbed up the tower. Dazzling lightning struck the vast black lake. The octopus, disturbed from its sleep, danced with its eight huge tentacles, and the flood even flooded the upper hall.

On the first day of June, the terrible weather seemed to indicate that the last month of this school year would never be peaceful.

The owl that flew in the storm brought Remus' letter to Amosta. After reading the letter, Amosta smiled faintly.

Mr. Weasley had written to ask whether Percy's resignation to the Ministry of Magic and his preparation to join the Learning Machine Workshop was based on his suggestion. Amosta told Mr. Weasley in his reply that it was not his suggestion, but if Percy made a choice, he hoped they would respect Percy's decision.

In his letter, Remus told him that Percy had gone to the workshop for an interview and passed it successfully. Remus was asking for his opinion on whether he really wanted to recruit Percy into the workshop. Amosita believed that Remus had probably sent the same letter to Mr. Weasley.

After writing down his opinion, Amosita looked at the rain pouring down on the earth outside the window, and then said to the owl squatting in front of the fireplace to bake its wet feathers,

"I'm going out now. This letter will be sent back to your master. Don't worry, you can wait until the rain stops before leaving--"

Remus' owl made a cooing sound, indicating that he understood.

It was class time now. There were no little wizards running around in the corridor of the castle. Amosita stood in front of a corridor hole and looked at the whistling rain curtain outside. He hesitated for a moment, and did not choose to continue going downstairs to leave the castle, but went along the corridor to a remote area with sculptures on both sides.

"Left and right separation--"

Amosta came to the end of the corridor and shook out his wand, knocking on the hunchback witch statue in front of him. With a hoarse friction sound, the witch's hunchback opened, revealing a dark passage.

Before coming up from the cellar of Honeydukes, Amosta cast an illusion spell on himself. After all, he is now a professor and cannot be as unrestrained as some little wizards.

In such a heavy rain, there are few pedestrians on the streets of Hogsmeade. Only a few villagers wearing raincoats are braving the heavy rain to dredge the silted sewers.

After casting a spell to avoid water on himself, Amosta walked out of Honeydukes' shop and stepped into a world bombarded by rain.

After walking a distance along the central avenue, Amosta turned into a small road next to the post office. In a few minutes, he appeared in front of the door of the Hog's Head Bar.

The shrill thunder and rumbling rain made the conversation in the bar hazy, but Amosta could still hear it.

"You don't look like you welcome me, Aberforth?"

A gentle voice with a hint of laughter.

"You still dare to expect me to welcome you?"

Another voice sounded very rude and full of anger,

"If you want to be a pimp, Foley, then go back to your underground world, Hogsmeade is my territory!"

"Oh, don't say that, Aberforth, I'm not here to steal your business--"

Foli's voice was still elegant,

"An adult has asked me to meet here, I have to come--"

"Oh, let your 'adult' go to hell, why don't you go to the Shrieking Shack to talk about your little secrets!"

Amostar's mouth twitched and he pushed open the door of the Hog's Head.

It was daytime and it was not Hogsmeade's open day. There was not much business in the Hog's Head. Except for Aberforth behind the bar, there was only Cacus Foley in the bar. Amostar, who suddenly walked in, silenced the two of them.

"Is it you?"

After Aberforth glanced at Cacus, his eyes fell on Amostar's face with a faint smile, "Did you arrange an appointment with me?"

"Ah, good afternoon, Aberforth--"

Amostar laughed and walked to the bar,

"Why do you seem not very happy to see me taking care of your business?"

Aberforth snorted twice,

"If you want to find someone to chat, why don't you meet in your office, Brian, or do you have a little secret that you don't want to let the greatest wizard of the contemporary era in the school know?"

"If I want to avoid Dumbledore's sight, I won't choose to be here, Aberforth--" Amostar said with a smile,

"I just suddenly feel like drinking, and the fire whiskey here is more authentic than the Three Broomsticks."

Aberforth stopped talking, he glanced at Amostar unhappily, obviously not believing his nonsense.

"Come on, Kakus, Aberforth will prepare some drinks for us."

Amostar patted Kakus' arm gently, and the two walked to a table farthest from the bar in tacit understanding.

Amostar took off his cloak, and Kakus also took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. The two sat on both sides of the round table, and no one spoke.

Two minutes later, Aberforth, who was disturbed, angrily placed two glasses of fire whiskey in front of the two. Amostar and Kakus raised their glasses and took a sip each.

"Huh--"

Kakus sighed comfortably, carefully savoring the spicy and mellow taste in his throat, listening to the rain outside the house, his expression and voice showed a sense of melancholy and melancholy,

"What a bad weather--"

Amosta suppressed his smile and looked at Kakus calmly.

"Who says it isn't?"

"Actually, I've been waiting for you to find me, Mr. Blaine--"

Kacus said,

"It's been a few months. Ever since the second Triwizard Tournament ended and Hogwarts promoted the return of the mysterious man, I knew that you would definitely come to me."

"Oh, why?" Amosta asked with interest.

"I have worked closely with you, Mr. Blaine—"

Karkus took a deep breath and said sincerely,

"I know your style. Dumbledore only has eyes for You-Know-Who and the Ministry of Magic, but you are different. You can see things that Dumbledore can't see. I know very well that once you decide to separate from You-Know-Who, Victory or defeat, you will never allow anyone to take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble.”

Amosta smiled, lowered his head and took another sip of wine.

"The Foley family suffered heavy losses during the First Wizarding War. Hector Foley made major mistakes in his policy in dealing with Grindelwald. As a result, the Foley family's power in the Ministry of Magic was purged. In order to make up for it, you He also threw the elite members of the family into the war with Grindelwald. After the war, the Foley family almost disappeared in the wizarding world. "

"Yes, my charming ancestor always had a discerning eye when it came to tense situations."

Kacus smiled bitterly,

"So Mr. Blaine, is it time for the Foley family to choose a side again?"

"What I value is not the Foley family, Karkus. With all due respect, the power that the Foley family has accumulated over half a century is of no importance in my eyes, nor in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic or Voldemort. What I value is It’s you, Karkus, who is worth more than the Foley family.”

"Oh, thanks, Mr. Blaine--"

Kakus, who was praised a lot, didn't look so happy, but said gloomily,

"I'd rather stay safe all these years, so that the danger won't be found."

"If that's your style, Karkus,"

Amosta laughed and said,

"Then you wouldn't have chosen to take this path."