Hogwarts Homecoming

The rain before the arrival of midsummer still showed no signs of weakening.

The heavy rain had flooded the streets, and many Hogsmeade villagers' homes had been flooded with rainwater. Villagers rushed to the streets in raincoats and rushed to clear the sewers in the village. Even Aberforth had to rush out with his wand to take some remedial measures to prevent his "old brand" from collapsing in the rain.

Amostar sent Ludo to the door, and after walking three or two steps into the heavy rain, his back disappeared from Amostar's sight.

Amostar did not tell Ludo what he needed his support for, but from Ludo's hazy and uneasy look before he left, he seemed to have anticipated what Amostar wanted to do.

The sky was dark as if night had come.

The surging waves on the Black Lake hit the cliffs, and the rumbling sound even overwhelmed the thunder.

Suddenly, a figure emerged in the world of ghosts and wolves, and quickly became clear in Amostar's sight.

The visitor was wearing a rainproof cloak, and his high-top black leather shoes trampled the rain on the ground. The sharp sight in his dark yellow eyes, like a hunting lion, penetrated the rain curtain and fell on Amosta's smiling face.

"I'm here, Brian."

"Ah, thank you for accepting the invitation. Did you have a smooth journey, Rufus?"

Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, the largest 'armed department' of the Ministry of Magic under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, looked up at the bloodstained pig's head on the bar sign, which could not be washed away by such heavy rain. Rufus did not hide his disgust for this place.

"Why here, instead of Hogwarts? Why, don't you want Dumbledore to know about our meeting this time?"

Rufus' sharp eyes and the sharp aura he exuded rushed towards Amosta, but he smiled in Amosta's warm smile and did not stir up any waves.

"I don't think you let the people in the department know what you're doing, right, Rufus?"

Amosta smiled and waved to Rufus outside the door.

"Come on, Rufus. It's so rainy. It's really stupid for us to talk at the door. Come on, the bar owner is out. Come on, have a drink to relieve the fatigue of the journey. What do you want?"

Staring deeply at Amosta, who was shrouded in the faint candlelight, Rufus did not step into the Pig's Head Bar immediately. He supported the tattered and rotten door of the bar with one hand, and his cold eyes swept through every corner of the bar and finally fell back on Amosta Brian's face.

Facing Brian's eyes with a little smile, Rufus' eyelids trembled slightly, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.

Bryan saw through what he was worried about, and his eyes also clearly said that if he wanted to deal with him, there was no need to involve any ambush.

This is what makes powerful wizards disgusting. Apart from hoping for their own moral standards, there are no rules that can restrain them. At this moment, Rufus had the same opinion as his colleague from the Magical Congress of the United States of America who was against Amos.

"Whatever."

Finally, Rufus stepped into the bar and said in a voice without a trace of ripples.

"Oh, people with hot tempers are not suitable for those drinks with a burning taste, so let's have a glass"

Amos at the bar talked to himself, his eyes swept across Aberforth's wine rack,

"Hmm, musky sherry, looks good--"

He knocked on the bar with his fingers, and a bottle of sherry covered with dust on the brown bottle on the wine rack floated out silently, and the cork at the mouth of the bottle turned into nothingness in a wisp of green smoke, and the poured wine made a pleasant sound of clear spring water running on the stream.

There were some wet new footprints on the ground that had been covered with oil stains and dirt for centuries. One of them was walking back and forth beside the bar, one was Amosta Blaine's, and the remaining two led to a small round table with several empty glasses in the bar.

"It seems that I am not your first customer today, right, Blaine?"

After a slight silence, Rufus turned his head and stared at the gray-haired young man beside the bar, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"Ah, indeed--"

Amosta spoke briskly,

"I don't have classes today, and there is nothing good to do to kill time, so I made an appointment with a few friends to have a few drinks here."

"Hehe, I'm not your friend, Blaine--" Rufus mocked himself coldly.

"Not before--"

Amosta picked up the wine glass and handed it to Rufus on the way to the round table.

"But maybe you will have a chance to come in the future, Rufus, don't stand there, sit down, you have walked such a long way--"

The wings of his nose twitched, and Rufus walked silently to sit opposite Amosta. He glanced coldly at the glass of sherry handed to him by Brian, without the urge to drink it. He gently put the glass of wine on the table, and then looked at Brian with a cold expression.

"Oh, the habit of the Auror,"

Amosta seemed to be amused by Rufus's caution, he chuckled,

"But you don't think I will poison you, do you?"

"I'd better be careful."

Rufus said lightly, unmoved, he would not tell Brian that he had left a will in the office before coming. If he encountered misfortune on this trip, the will would tell everyone who killed him.

"I think time is precious to both you and me, Brian. Let's skip those meaningless probing sessions and get straight to the point. Why did you ask me to come here?"

A strand of wet gray hair hung in front of Rufus's sharp yellow eyes, but he didn't care that it blocked his sight. He still stared at Amosta with sharp eyes and said, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

Real prisoners might be intimidated by Rufus Scrimgeour's reputation as Head of the Auror Office, but this did not cause any disturbance to Amosta, who was leisurely tasting his glass of dry sherry. Listening to what Rufus said, Amosta's face still showed the gentleness that could tolerate all things.

"Ah, let's get straight to the point. I appreciate this style——"

Amosta said,

"You want to know why I'm looking for you, Rufus. It depends on a premise. Or rather, it depends on the answer to a question."

Rufus frowned slightly and did not speak but waited quietly for Blaine to ask questions.

"Dumbledore said Voldemort was back -"

Amosta's words made the director of the Auror Office tense up.

"I say the same thing, but the Minister of Magic has a different opinion on this. Rufus, as the director of the Auror Office and the mainstay in the fight against the evil forces of the wizarding world, what do you think?"

Rufus glared at Amosta. Ever since the two met, his eyes had never been so sharp.

"Is this the premise for us to start a formal conversation?"

"That's right." Amosta nodded and smiled.

"You need to provide evidence or else"

"If that's all it takes, Rufus."

Amosta raised a hand to interrupt Rufus. He looked calmly at Moody, the most famous Auror in the Ministry of Magic. During the years he spent in the underground world, When he was a Golden Viper, many of the wizards he knew who walked in the gray area were afraid of this famous Auror.

Rufus also once led people to surround Golden Viper and the bounty wizard who performed the mission with him, but they were all defeated by Golden Viper's spell.

Amosta, who had suppressed his smile, had a calm tone filled with determination and fierceness.

"Unfortunately, we have nothing to talk about then."

A humiliated anger suddenly ignited from the bottom of Rufus's heart. He wanted to jump up and angrily scold Blaine for his arrogance and rudeness, but when his eyes touched the piercing eyes, Rufus' face turned pale, and the air around him It suddenly became thick and suffocating for him.

Statement on whether the mysterious man is resurrected?

This was not a question that could be answered easily. Rufus knew what Blaine wanted to hear, but if he gave this answer and his answer fell into the ears of Cornelius Fudge, then Already in an increasingly difficult situation, he may have to be like Sirius Black.

Fudge knew that Sirius was Blaine's absolute direct descendant. He wanted to expel him from the Ministry of Magic, but he was worried that if he really did this, he would anger Blaine. Moreover, Bones, who was on Blaine's side, was also trying to protect him. Sirius.

Bones also knew that reusing Sirius would completely anger Fudge's faction, so as the two parties were wary of each other, Sirius was hidden.

But is the mysterious man really resurrected?

Rufus, who was aroused, also had trouble breathing. This is already a question that doesn't require much thinking, right?