Hogwarts Homecoming

Rufus Scrimgeour put on his cloak and strode away, quickly disappearing into the flooded alley.

After watching Rufus's back walking onto the road, Amosta withdrew his gaze.

Scrimgeour was finally convinced.

Unlike Karkus and Ludo, Amosta didn't promise anything.

Because Amosta knew very well that if he intended to exchange rights for a promise, someone like Rufus would just turn around and leave.

He dared to ask Rufus out and finally convinced him that after all, the two of them had the most basic common goal.

Of course, this is a transaction after all, and encashment of rights is essential.

Turning his head, he found Aberforth behind the bar looking at him deeply. Amosta had a smile on his face.

"Sorry, Aberforth, for causing you some trouble. Oh, but you don't have much business, do you?"

"A little trouble?"

Aberforth seemed to want to laugh, but failed. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his bulging chest was enough to show how angry he was now.

"You're plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic in my pub. Phew, this is just a bit of trouble to you?!"

The low tone turned into a roar at the end, and Aberforth roared,

"If you want to hang out with those evil dark creatures in Azkaban for the rest of your life, I don't care, Brian, but I tell you, I never want to take that step. I can't let you do whatever you want. I want to do it now. Write a letter to the ministry to expose you!”

"Overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"

Amosta smiled;

"Oh, a terrible misunderstanding, Aberforth, when did I say that I was going to overthrow the Ministry of Magic? I just wanted to correct some of the fatal mistakes that the Ministry of Magic is currently making."

"Don't fool me with what those politicians say, Blaine!"

Aberforth roared fiercely,

"I never want to be dragged down to Azkaban to enrich my life experience when I'm about to enter the coffin. I'm going to report you, Brian. Yes, that's what I'm going to do!"

Putting on his coat, waving his magic wand to clear away the leftovers on the table, Amosta laughed and said,

"Then please do it, Aberforth. But I'm afraid I don't have time to continue to pester you here. I have other meetings today. So, goodbye-"

Amosta waved to the girl who looked at him timidly with curious eyes in the portrait on the mantelpiece, and then left the Hog's Head Bar quickly.

The ringing of the bell as the door closed echoed in the dark, filthy bar, accompanied by Aberforth's heavy breathing.

His blue eyes stared gloomily at the closed tree. Suddenly, for a second, Aberforth's expression blossomed. He rushed to the door and opened the door, but there was no one in the path in front of the door, which made Aberforth completely angry. explode,

"Damn it Blaine, you haven't paid yet!"

Amosta neither returned to Hogwarts through the secret passage in Honeydukes Candy Shop nor entered the campus through the school gate.

He climbed over the high slope where the Screaming Shack was located, entered the deep Forbidden Forest at the foot of the forest from the undulating wilderness, and reached the boundary of the Forbidden Forest in a shadowy manner.

Forgetting about the field that was flooded by the lake, and the little wizards who were about to go for a gymnastics run after class, but were helplessly blocked in the foyer by the flood, Amosta once again praised his wit.

A heavy rain turned the Forbidden Forest into a vast ocean. Instead of the chirping of insects and birds in the dark forest, there was the sound of gurgling water everywhere.

A quick look showed that the water in the forest was deep enough for a boat to sail, and there were only a few tangled tree stumps and rocks covered with green moss protruding from the water.

After a while to judge the direction, Amosta once again turned into a shadow and flew across the water. Ten minutes later, he appeared at the door of the centaur station.

The rain had stopped, and the weak sky was no longer as bright as summer. Burning torches illuminated the dark Forbidden Forest.

The tribe of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest have been here longer than Hogwarts has been around.

With enough experience, they will not be troubled by a heavy rain. The centaurs' station itself is established on the high ground in the forbidden forest.

Looking up at the corpses that were tied up like hedgehogs but still fresh on the high pole next to the door frame of the wooden village, Amosta raised his eyebrows.

"Are these the ones who broke into the woods recently?"

Horn, the horseman elder who had been standing in front of the door for a long time, waved his silver mane and dug shallow holes in the wet ground with his front hooves.

Horn was not as angry as Firenze and Ronan who were holding torches behind him, but there was a hint of sadness in his old voice.

"They are not British."

With his hands behind his back, under the watchful eyes of the three centaurs, Amosta strolled under a few corpses hanging on swings on high poles. He took a closer look at their faces, and when he found that there were no 'acquaintances', he shook his head in disappointment. He shook his head and smiled again,

"You know, if Hogwarts fails, there will be more foreigners here in the future, Horn——"

Hearing this, Firenze and Ronan both looked a little uneasy, and they both looked at the elder's back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine--"

Horn lowered his head, his old voice sounded particularly tired,

"The centaurs will not go against God's will. The movement of the planets has already indicated to the centaurs what is going to happen. It is destined to happen. We will not get involved in the wizard's war."

"Haha, Horn, do you think this is-"

Amosta pointed at the brothers in mid-air, then looked at Horn again.

"Wizard's War?"

Firenze seemed to have a worried look on his face, and seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Ronan's eyes, while Horn still avoided Amosta's eyes and lowered his eyebrows in silence.

Seeing this, Amosta did not press any more, but just said lightly,

"Let's go--"

The sound of three centaurs treading water resounded in the forest dominated by darkness, while Amosta floated beside Horn with his hands behind his back, advancing slowly.

"Did they know about the visit?"

Amosta's joyful and angry voice tore through the depression in the dark forest.

"I received your notice, but I haven't had the chance to negotiate with them yet."

Horn said.

Amosta nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then said in a deeper tone,

"How much do they know about the fate of Vitia Cliona?"

"They don't know that Miss Cliona has been imprisoned in the wizard's prison--"

Horn staggered in a shallow puddle. Firenze and Ronan behind him quickly stepped forward to help Horn step out of the puddle. After kicking his hooves twice, Horn said tiredly,

"When Miss Cliona sent the members of the sect into the secret realm, she told them that they could not keep in contact with the outside world, otherwise they would face dangers from all sides.

Before being sent to the wizard prison, Miss Cliona seemed to have predicted it. She told her tribesmen that she had to perform a mission and would need to leave for a long time."

Thinking of something, Horn looked at Amosta, who looked solemn, and hesitated.

"If you can, Mr. Blaine, I hope you won't tell those people the news when you see them later.

As you must know, she is...very much loved and this news will be cruel for them, and"

Horn spoke slowly, and Amosta helped him continue speaking expressionlessly.

"And, will it intensify conflicts?"

After a long silence, the breeze sent away two sighs that sounded almost simultaneously.