Hogwarts Homecoming

Gringotts World Bank Headquarters, Paris.

The light and shadow overlap in the sky, and the hazy half-moon reflects on the green valley.

A clear stream flows along the winding river into the small town located in the valley, and passes through thousands of households in the canals on both sides of the ancient stone road.

It is a small town with an ancient architectural style. Every house on the roadside has an iron stove in the house and several pairs of shining silver armor hanging in front of the door.

Walking to the fountain at the intersection of the four roads, Amosta stood still, his eyes wandering around the ancient town. His nose flickered, and he could smell the breeze in the deserted streets of the town. An ancient vicissitudes of life.

"amazing--"

Amosta held up his palms and praised,

"Is this where your ancestors lived?"

"You are right, Mr. Blaine.

According to human chronology, the goblin ancestors probably built this town in the third century AD. According to historical records, the name of this town is Shuangyue Town. "

Bana nodded slowly and introduced Amosta calmly, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Amosta's eyes pointed at the two sides of the town, which were not particularly tall, but still revealed a majestic and majestic mountain range. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this was not an illusion constructed by magic, but a real mountain. .

Amosta slowly shook his head, shocked by the goblins' madness.

"You actually recreated such a town in this building. Is it to be used as a last refuge?"

"Unlike humans, we fairies have to respect our history more."

Bana said in a slow tone,

"We re-created it more to commemorate the history of our ancestors. Of course, your guess is not wrong. This is indeed a strong fortress."

Amosta remained silent. His hands behind his back were clenched into fists, and his thumbs were stroking the tiger's mouth.

The greenery covering the mountains has also 'eroded' into this ancient town.

The roof of each small house in the row is covered with green vines, and the bright flowers dilute the smoke and smoke that pervades the 'Blacksmith Town' itself.

This quaint town looks like a fairy tale.

"This is indeed a strong fortress."

Amosta's eyes moved, and his eyes were filled with faint purple light.

"Even I can't use violence to open the passage to this town."

As one of the only two or three great magicians in the world, it is fitting that Amosta Brain can speak so highly of him for the town that the goblins spent countless money, energy and time building.

However, the old goblin Bana did not show any joy. He just looked melancholy at the town that was blurred by the breeze and the swirling smoke.

"A great wizard like you must understand that there is no invincible fortress in this world and the most perfect shelter is one that can never be used.

If we open this place, it means that the goblins are in danger, so I sincerely hope that this place will always be a tourist attraction for the goblins to appreciate their history."

Old Bana looked at Amosta standing by the fountain in the shape of an ancient fairy hero standing in the center of the intersection. He hesitated in his eyes covered with a layer of white haze, but in the end, he still expressed his heart.

"It is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing to work with you, Mr. Brain. Whether it is learning the machine workshop or broadcasting the Triwizard Tournament, the goblins have benefited a lot, but-"

The crutch in Bana's hand tapped the floor, and the dull thumping sound echoed in the town, like a death knell, making this ancient town look a bit lonely and declining.

"--If we agree to do what you just asked, Mr. Blaine--"

The old goblin came to Amosta for trial, and spoke sincerely.

"Then I'm afraid the countdown will begin before the goblins use this shelter."

"Bana, the purpose of our existence is not just to survive."

Amosta looked sideways at the old goblin, his tone solemn,

“In the century or two since goblins led intelligent magical creatures to fight against wizards and failed, the goblins have largely abandoned traditional alchemy equipment manufacturing and luxury goods industries, and instead entered the new financial industry.

This was undoubtedly a very wise decision. The goblin who made this decision at that time had extraordinary wisdom. In a short period of time, he collected unimaginable wealth for the goblins and helped the goblins regain a foothold in the magical world— —”

Amosta and Bana began to move again, walking along the ancient streets with gurgling water.

"The future of fairies is bright and bright, everything seems wonderful, but if this trend continues, what do you think will happen?"

Now, the silent man has become old Bana.

"What will greet you will be a massacre far more brutal than any before."

call!

A sudden gust of wind suddenly came from outside the valley, and the armor and exquisite cold weapons hanging in the streets and alleys jingled in the wind.

A mysterious and ominous atmosphere envelopes the fairy town of Shuangyue.

"You have wealth that far exceeds that of wizards, but you lack the power to protect the wealth."

Amosta's calm voice revealed a strong smell of blood,

"The wizard's butcher knife will eventually chop off your heads, and the wealth you have seized in the past two centuries will be piled up on the goblin's corpses and blood. It's just a matter of time. If Voldemort doesn't do it and I don't do it, someone will do it."

"But you once promised me that you would help the goblins at the right time."

The old goblin Bana could no longer maintain the calmness it pretended to be. Its old body trembled, as if it was afraid of the horrible future of the goblins that Amosta had described.

"Now is the right time, Bana."

Amosta said solemnly.

"But forgive me, Mr. Brian, if we really allow your plan, then before the day when the wizard raises the butcher knife, the Dark Lord will not let us go and we will lose the trust of the wizards!"

Old Bana panted slightly, with indignation in his hoarse voice.

"For the greater good, Bana."

Amosta was as calm as ever.

"A short-term sacrifice is for the greater good.

The return of the Dark Lord will bring great changes to the entire European magic world. If the goblins do not take the opportunity to integrate into the wave of change and try to find their new position in the new pattern, will they still cling to the old ways and wait for the wizards to wield the butcher knife?"

Drizzle fell in Shuangyue Town, and the fog became thicker. Amosta and the old goblin Bana seemed to be standing in a lost secret, surrounded by the surging and roaring haze.

"I've always had an idea, Bana--"

Looking at Bana with his head down, in a daze and anxiety, Amosta stared at the swaying Twin Moon Town with dignity,

"A thousand years ago, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, these four legendary wizards with forward-looking vision realized that magic education must break through the family blockade and face a wider range of people, otherwise, magic will decline.

Over the past thousand years, the successors have indeed implemented the ideas of the four giants very well, but there has been no commendable and open progress on the basis.

I personally think that Hogwarts should become a more comprehensive magic school"

Wow!

Old Bana suddenly raised his head and stared at Amosta Blaine in astonishment.

"Your... If I understand correctly, you mean..."

Old Bana was speechless and shook his head suddenly, his tone full of bitterness.

"This is impossible, Mr. Blaine--"

"Hehe."

Amosta finally laughed, and the crisp and hearty laughter penetrated the fog and rain, pierced the haze covering Shuangyue Town, and resounded through the valley.

"Nothing is impossible, my dear Bana, everything is up to man, isn't it?" (End of this chapter)