Hogwarts Homecoming

"It's just a misunderstanding, Mr. Blaine!"

With a swipe, the centaur elder Horn jumped in front of Amosta and the druid who took action rashly, and shouted anxiously,

"Fromide doesn't know why you're here, he thinks you are an intruder!"

Druids wearing burlap robes and holding canes of various shapes came in an endless stream, and they stood behind Fromid.

Most of the druids would break into the secret realm, Amosta, who showed great hostility, but there were also a few who noticed the strange look on Frommid's face at this moment, and they were more surprised.

"Mr. Blaine is not an enemy!"

Horn was afraid that some impatient Druid would attack Blaine again and bring disaster to this paradise.

It opened its arms facing the druids, stopped in front of Amosta, and eagerly told everyone,

"Mr. Brain is the guardian of the castle. He comes to you on behalf of the castle."

Horn, who didn't know Amosta's true intention, turned to look at him, hoping to get some enlightenment.

"Okay, Horn, I know this is just a misunderstanding--"

Amosta said calmly. He walked out from behind Horn and looked at Fromid, who had just attacked him.

This druid knows him

This is not a strange thing to say. Long before the druids moved here, he had already become famous in the magic world. It is not a strange thing for druids who are interested in the magic world to know him. , but Amosta felt it was not that simple.

"You know me, right?"

Amosta asked directly without hiding his confusion.

This druid with profound cultivation became even stranger after Amosta asked this question. The hostility exuding from his body completely disappeared, and there was still a trace of gratitude and embarrassment in his eyes.

After exchanging glances with several druids behind him who also had strange expressions, Fromid nodded respectfully to Amosta.

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, we know you. Oh, I wonder if Miss Cliona has mentioned to you that we have been looking for you."

A flash of lightning flashed through Amosta's mind, and enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

"Ah, I understand. Have you ever followed Miss Cliona to look for me in the underground world deep in Knockturn Alley?"

"Later, Miss Cliona went to contact you alone——"

Frommid nodded sincerely,

"You have helped us, just as the prophecies of our ancestors told us. You helped Miss Cliona and we got the double snake staff."

Amosta pursed his lips. Obviously, for him, that was not a pleasant past.

Among the druids, only a few core people knew about this story. The others learned about this past event from the dialogue, and they all showed surprise. However, their hostility towards Amosta was quietly growing. disappear in time.

"Ah, that's what happened."

Amosta's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Speaking of which, the double snake staff is indeed the most powerful alchemy tool I have ever seen. It is still in your hands, right?"

This group of druids who believe in 'harmony with nature' are not so fussy. Frommid nodded happily,

"Miss Cliona showed us once and is now in her custody. Oh, Mr. Blaine, you are from the outside world. Do you have any news about Miss Cliona? Do you know when she will return?"

As soon as this question came out, the druids all showed expectant looks, and the head of the brave little girl named Luoya poked out from behind Frommid, staring at Ah with clear eyes. Mosta.

Horn, on the other hand, gave Amosta a wink.

Amosta, who was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly, made all the druids look disappointed.

"Then what are you doing this time?"

Fromid has completely let down his guard. In his opinion, since Mr. Brain helped the druids get back the double snake staff from Avalon Island, and also entered the secret realm accompanied by the centaurs, he can To do this, Miss Cliona obviously informed her in advance.

Miss Cliona must have believed that Mr. Blaine was completely trustworthy, so she gave him the right to enter the secret realm.

"I do have something I want to discuss with you this time. In addition, I also want to return something."

Amosta said with a smile.

Several thick branches are entangled together and become the pillars of the mid-air terrace at your feet.

Amosta stood on the edge of the platform several hundred feet above the ground, inhaling the refreshing aroma of the breeze blowing in his face.

Wherever you look, you can see lush jungles, golden wheat waves, sparkling lakes, green lawns, men farming and women weaving, and the harmonious coexistence between man and nature.

Turning around, Fromid had already made tea for Horn and himself who were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Amosta walked back to the simple, primitive square table and sat down, picked up the wooden cup with a few unknown green leaves floating on it, and took a sniff, a refreshing feeling rushed directly to his forehead.

"Thank you for your help with Druid, Mr. Blaine——"

Fromid picked up the tea cup and saluted Amosta, and said sincerely,

"You helped us get the double snake staff, gave us supplies, and even sent the altar back specially for us. We will remember your help to us."

This assistant of Cleona said that last winter, Cleona, who was in the guise of Moody, came to him to sign the salary in advance. At that time, Amosta gave Vetia some gold to help her people get through the difficult times.

It seems that Vetia did not "embezzle" his credit. She probably told Frommid and others that the food was supported by the castle manager.

As for the altar——

During the second competition, Vetia used the altar with a large-scale teleportation function to teleport Harry and others out of Hogwarts.

Later, after Voldemort was resurrected, the altar seemed to want to carry them back to Hogwarts, but unfortunately, Voldemort interrupted the teleportation, and the altar returned to the bottom of the lake.

After Amosta came back, he fished the altar out of the water again.

The altar that can teleport over a large area is a very precious alchemical prop, but unfortunately, the power to drive it is the divine art of the druids, not the magic of the wizards.

Divine magic is a power based on the druids' beliefs and magic. In other words, unless you believe in the druids' beliefs, you can't have the power of divine magic.

Returning it to the druids was not something Amosta had planned in advance, but an idea that just came to his mind.

"It's just a little effort, Fromide, don't mind."

Amosta smiled,

"Anyway, we are neighbors now, aren't we?"

"You also need to thank me, and Elder Horn--"

Fromide said,

"We know that this ancient forest is under the jurisdiction of the centaurs and Hogwarts. Without your permission, we can't live here."

"Many worlds ago, the centaurs lived with the druids on the island of Avalon. Fromide, our ancestors have all received the teachings of the great Merlin, and we should help each other."

Horn said in a hoarse voice, but his eyes were fixed on Amosta.

Amostar took a leisurely sip of the drink that could be considered tea, but did not show humility to Fromide's gratitude.

"Since you have settled down here, Fromide--"

Amostar said gently,

"Have you thought about the future?"

Future things?

Amostar's inquiry made Fromide look confused.

In the future, they plan to recuperate in the Forbidden Forest.

As if knowing Fromide's doubts, Amostar said lightly,

"I want to correct one of your mistakes, Fromide-- The Forbidden Forest is neither the territory of the centaurs nor the territory of Hogwarts, but the territory of the British wizarding world."

Under the stern gaze of Fromide and Horn, Amostar looked calm,

"Since you have chosen to settle down here, it is equivalent to telling everyone that you have decided to give up the past, give up the life of wandering under the pursuit of the Church, and officially join the British wizarding world. So, have you considered how to integrate into this group?"