Hogwarts Homecoming

"What do you think, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta asked with a smile on his lips.

After saying this, Dumbledore not only did not feel unhappy, but actually relaxed completely.

However, he didn't say anything, he just stared at his hands in front of him, looking tired and very sad.

The silence between the two men lasted for a long time until Mrs. Weasley broke into Amosta's silence.

"Oh, Amosta--"

Mrs. Weasley obviously noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two people. She looked a little nervous while holding the dinner plate.

"I figured since Harry didn't have breakfast, you..."

"Thank you very much, Molly—"

Amosta happily took the plate.

"I do feel hungry."

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips, forced out a smile, and then left Amosta with the breakfast for Harry.

But after taking a few steps, Mrs. Weasley turned around and stopped again, looking at the two people at the table uneasily.

"I take it you are not arguing, are you?"

"Don't worry, Molly—"

Dumbledore finally put away the sadness on his face and said with a smile,

"Amosta and I were just discussing the current troubles Harry is facing."

Mrs. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief;

"That's good, you know, the situation is bad now, we only have to rely on you."

With that, Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen.

"Sorry, Amosta—"

Mrs. Weasley's words seemed to have touched Dumbledore, and his blue eyes flickered.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that in this long life of a person, it is inevitable to make mistakes occasionally, but more importantly, wake up."

Amosta concentrated on dividing a fried egg on the plate.

"So, you plan to generously give Fudge another chance to wake up, Principal Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore just sighed heavily and fell into silence again.

"I am not that generous, Headmaster Dumbledore."

After clearing the food on the plate, Amosta put down his fork, carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and then looked at Dumbledore calmly,

"This time, Fudge must step down and the Ministry of Magic must be integrated."

"I believe you can do it, Amosta--"

Dumbledore said,

"But have you considered that the supporters behind Fudge control all aspects of the British wizarding world. If they decide not to support Amelia, the lives of ordinary people will be severely damaged."

"Amelia herself also represents the interests of some ancient families."

Amosta held up a finger.

"Even if we don't move Fudge, we still have a fundamental conflict of interest with most pure-blood families, because the cancer of Voldemort must always be eliminated, and these two-faced guys are paying taxes to the Ministry of Magic while at the same time contributing to Voldemort's terrorist activities. Provide financial support.”

Amosta raised a second finger.

"I'm also good at knocking mountains to scare tigers and killing chickens to scare monkeys."

Amosta raised a third finger.

"What's your next plan, Amosta?"

Facing the energetic young man across the dining table, Dumbledore felt for the first time that he was somewhat powerless.

Not only was the wizard unable to absolutely suppress Amosta in terms of his abilities, but also in terms of the confrontation of wisdom, he felt that he was in a passive position.

"Everything has to wait until Harry's matter is over and the Ministry of Magic's will is unified."

Amosta stood up,

"I always believe that the government of the wizarding world should step forward to eliminate evil forces. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​actually just a helpless move. So, is there anything else, Principal Dumbledore? I have to do something in the next few days. Go meet some old friends.”

"When I went to the ministry this morning to speak to Connelly, he revealed it."

Dumbledore hesitated.

"Some negotiation."

"I'm not interested in listening to his nonsense, principal--"

Amosta said, then walked out of the basement kitchen without looking back.

The corridor on the first floor was full of people again, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had just appeared at the Dursleys had returned.

Amosta walked out of the wooden door and saw a group of people standing in the middle of the corridor, muttering solemnly. As soon as Amosta walked out, the group of people immediately stopped talking and looked at him slightly nervously.

"What's wrong?"

Amosta raised his eyebrows slightly.

"oh--"

Remus considered it.

"Molly told us before she went upstairs that there seemed to be some dispute between you and Albus, and we were wondering."

"I'm worried that if you and Albus plan to knock this old house down, we won't be able to stop it!"

Mad-Eye said bluntly at the top of his lungs,

"What's going on, Amosta, my intuition tells me that you know better about that Potter boy, right?"

Amosta smiled incredulously,

"Don't worry about anything, just wait and see how things develop."

"Even if you are not from the Order of the Phoenix, Amosta, you should tell us what your plan is. If you plan to blow up the Ministry of Magic, I will not support you!"

Mad-Eye said gruffly.

"My plan is simple, Alastor—"

Amosta smiled and said,

"That is, every time there is an evil force in the magical world, the Ministry of Magic can take control of the matter, instead of having to ask old guys to come out and do the hard work every time."

Before going out, Amosta had to change his clothes. He walked towards the stairs, while Sirius and others were still staring at him, hesitating to speak.

"Don't worry about Harry-"

After thinking about it, Amosta decided to give them a thorough explanation so that they would not have trouble sleeping and eating these days.

"On the day of trial, I will attend the hearing as Harry's witness."

After saying that, he walked upstairs and disappeared from the sight of the group of people.

When walking onto the third floor platform, Amosta paused slightly, glanced sideways at Harry and Ron's room, moved his lips, and walked towards the room.

".I plan to buy back all the newspapers published in London in the past three months, every day. If a murder really happens in the Muggle world, I think the newspapers will report it. Of course, otherwise It’s a small amount of money, but luckily I just got a bonus!”

Hermione got off Harry's bed and looked at everyone with burning eyes,

"I need you to help me look for clues. I can't just let the Ministry of Magic do whatever they want. Also, Harry, you can definitely sue the Ministry of Magic because their arrest process violates wizarding laws and they shouldn't be there."

Boom, boom, boom——

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Hermione's lecture.

"I guess it was mom who came to collect the dishes."

Ron shrugged and looked at the greasy plate that Harry was holding.

"By the way, I just remembered, why didn't I see Kreacher, Sirius's elf?"

Harry threw the last piece of small intestine into his mouth and walked towards the door.

"Isn't it his job to cook and clean?"

"Do you really think so, Harry?"

Hermione, who had just stood up for him, changed her expression from indignant to gloomy.

Harry shrank his neck, too frightened by Hermione's 'terrible' look to move.

"Because there were too many workers in Remus's workshop, Kreacher was sent to cook for the workers with the elves they recruited."

Ron chuckled and opened the door for Harry.

Fred and George jumped out of Ron's bed, and Ginny screamed like a kitten and jumped out of Harry's bed.

A group of young wizards stood like soldiers under review, looking at Professor Blaine who appeared at the door with awe.

"Oh, I just came over to say something--"

Looking at the silent group of young wizards, Amosta laughed out loud. He looked at Harry,

"Since the ministry has issued a notice, during this period, you should stay in the house and do not go out, in case you are charged with any other charges."

Harry nodded several times.

"--Don't do something risky just to prove Harry's innocence--"

Amosta looked at Hermione again,

"It's good to read the newspaper in the house."

Swish--

Hermione's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she nodded while holding her breath.

"There's nothing else, you can continue to discuss--"

Amosta smiled and closed the door with a click. (End of chapter)