Hogwarts Homecoming

Madame Maxime and Viktor both left Amosta's office.

Before stepping out, both of them glanced back at Amosta and Fleur on the sofa.

Madame Maxime was mainly looking at Fleur. Her eyes were full of pity. Obviously, she was well aware of Fleur's admiration for Amosta.

The emotion revealed in Viktor's eyes was very simple. He was a little worried about Fleur's request to stay, and whether he wanted to find out more information from Professor Blaine about the events of the last game.

Click——

After the door lock spring mechanism closed, the office fell into silence for a period of time.

Fleur sat dignifiedly on the sofa, staring at Amosta with a gaze that was as intense as flames but also filled with gurgling tenderness.

"If you were expecting to get some extra information about the competition from me, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Fleur."

Amosta leaned on the soft sofa, intertwining his slender fingers, and smiled gently at Fleur.

"I haven't had time to congratulate you yet—"

Of course Fleur would not think that Amosta really suspected that she wanted to spy on the news. This was just a joke.

She raised her fair and delicate nose, her silvery hair fell like a waterfall on her shoulders, and her clear blue eyes showed her undisguised admiration for Amosta.

"You have solved another crisis for Hogwarts. I have never seen a wizard like you. It seems that nothing can be difficult for you!"

Amosta moved the corners of his lips, revealing a restrained smile.

He was not self-effacing, nor did he follow the topic raised by Fleur. He just nodded gracefully and thanked her, and then changed his voice,

"What do you want to talk to me about, Fleur?"

After having been in contact with Amosta for a long time, Fleur had become accustomed to his habitual style of changing the subject when touching 'sensitive' emotions.

Apart from the silent sigh in her heart, Fleur didn't show any unnecessary disappointment. She straightened her body slightly. Last year's blue silk school uniform, which already fit her body, immediately made her graceful figure more perfect.

"Oh, I just want to ask your opinion on something."

Fleur said that although she had an understatement, Amosta could read a trace of pride and defiance under this disguise.

"what is it then?"

Amosta asked calmly.

"That's it-"

Fleur raised her chin slightly,

"I have discussed it with my father and mother and won their support. They have agreed that I will stay and work in the UK after graduating from Beauxbatons this summer——"

Fleur raised a finger and touched her plump pink lips. Sensing a trace of helplessness deep in Amosta's eyes, she smiled playfully.

"I'm hesitating, Amosta, should I apply to join the British Ministry of Magic? Or, your learning machine workshop is also a very good company. I want to ask for your opinion."

Silence suddenly fell, and Amosta did not speak, but looked at Fleur with complicated eyes.

Although he had sighed in his heart many times, after Fleur's words, the same feeling emerged in Amosta's heart.

Whether implicitly or explicitly, he had tried to veto her emotions, but Fleur remained unyielding and did not lose her tenacity and courage towards emotions.

Amosta, a girl whose gaze, appearance and attitude toward feelings were impeccable, moved her lips.

It is undeniable that he was somewhat touched.

After a long silence, Amosta's lowered eyes fell on Furong's face with bright eyes and white teeth again, and his voice was low,

"I don't particularly appreciate your choice, Fleur. I think you should know-"

"Of course I know."

Fleur seemed to have anticipated what Amosta would say. She cut off his words in advance.

"You want to say that the mysterious man has been resurrected and the British wizarding world is no longer safe-"

Fleur said calmly and resolutely that she did not really come to Amosta to consult his opinion on whether she should enter the Ministry of Magic or learn the machine shop, but just to tell him her decision.

Fleur stood up from the sofa. After smoothing the wrinkles on her skirt with her green fingers, she looked at Amosta with calm and determined eyes.

"But I want to tell you that I have made up my mind to stay here."

After saying that, Fleur didn't wait for Amosta's response, but left the sofa directly, and quickly left Amosta's office with her chin held high.

At noon, the blazing sunlight fills the space in the office, rendering the entire room a dazzling golden color.

Amosta suddenly felt a little hot. He tugged on his collar impatiently and stared out the window with a slight frown. Under the scorching sun, the green mountains looked a little weak.

After a long time, a sigh resounded in the room, and Amosta stood up slowly and left his office.

As if in just an instant, the sun fell from the middle of the high sky into the endless abyss of the universe behind the horizon.

But it was midsummer, and Hogwarts was still enveloped in scorching heat at first night.

The little wizard went out for a run as the sun went down. He was already sweating profusely even after walking around the playground twice.

Amosta spent the afternoon in Severus' office, which was cool enough because it was underground.

Rarely, Amosta had the idea to discuss with Severus the troubles that this girl Fleur had caused him.

However, Amosta resisted the urge, considering that the topic might be particularly hurtful to Severus.

"By the way, has Voldemort done anything interesting recently?"

After chatting for a long time, Amosta finally asked a question related to business.

"You know what he's been planning lately, Amosta."

Severus tapped the figs in the wooden frame on the table with his wand. He watched expressionlessly as the skin of the figs in front of him elegantly peeled away from the flesh, and then he flew up to the iron shelf to dry. Star.

"Tsk tsk--"

Amosta shook his head and sighed incomprehensibly.

And his dismissive gesture caused Severus' confusion.

"You're not worried at all?"

Severus tilted his head and squinted at Amosta, who occupied his office space and even knocked his foot on her desk in a particularly nasty way.

"You thought the Dark Lord would fail."

"No--"

Amosta intertwined his fingers behind his head and stared at a large jar of ash snake eggs hanging under the dark brown ceiling stone, with a strange smile on his face.

"I think he will succeed. If Voldemort can't even plan this well, then he won't be able to accomplish anything."

"In this case--"

Severus' eyes left the fig he was peeling, and he looked suspiciously at Amosta, who had a leisurely and comfortable look on his face.

"Why are you not worried at all? You know that if the Dark Lord succeeds in saving his Death Eaters, the wizarding world will be at peace again. And you seem to be looking forward to this happening?"

"I'm really looking forward to it."

Knowing that Severus would be confused, Amosta smiled and said,

"I have a plan, and whether it can be executed perfectly depends on whether Voldemort can rescue his loyal Death Eaters."

"what's the plan?"

Severus immediately asked,

"What do you want to use this opportunity to plan?"

Amosta smiled. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed and he looked sideways at the wall.

Before he could stand up from the chair, a beautiful silver phoenix penetrated the wall and hovered in front of Amosta.

"Ah, you're back, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Amosta, and Severus. I assume I didn't disturb your conversation, right?"

Severus didn't bother to talk and started working on his figs again.

"Of course not. Just chatting."

Amosta stretched himself. He knew that Dumbledore would definitely talk to him about something.

"I'll go to your office, principal, and we'll have an interview."

Ten minutes later, Amosta appeared in Dumbledore's office.

When he saw the dusty Dumbledore sitting behind the thin-legged desk with a trace of sadness on his brow, he knew it in his heart.

"So, it still failed this time?"

"Ah, you already guessed it, Amosta?"

Dumbledore smiled, came back from the sculpture state, leaned back on the chair, his blue eyes fell on the complicated patterns on the dome of the office,

"Yes, as you might expect my old friend, Professor Horace Slughorn, is still unwilling to tell me the truth."

Pulling out the stool, Amosta sat opposite Dumbledore and fell into silence.

Dumbledore has been trying to break through this man's defense for some time, but has always failed. However, this man may have extremely critical information.

"otherwise"

The flickering candlelight reflected on Amosta's cheek, forming uncertain light and shadow.

"Let me try to contact him?"