Hogwarts Homecoming

Looking at the man walking out of the fireplace, John's lips gradually tightened and his breathing became tighter. His hands seemed to be redundant, and he felt that no matter where he placed them, he could not show his respect!

There is no doubt that this elegant and well-dressed gentleman is a respectable gentleman.

John has worked in the Greengrass family's broom workshop for seven years, and has met many 'big people'.

In addition to the foreigners who came to the workshop to inspect and place orders, John had met several times, including tax supervisory officials from the Ministry of Magic, young masters and ladies from the Greengrass family, and even Mr. Greengrass himself!

But John had to say that among the big shots he had seen in the past, although they also wore clothes with exquisite fabrics, none of them could match the temperament of the elegant gentleman in front of him!

"I assume you must be Mr. John Cena, right?"

The middle-aged gentleman's slightly hoarse voice was very magnetic.

But what made John even more delighted was that such a gentleman would call him 'sir'!

"I am. Oh, I'm not. I-I mean, you can just call me John, sir!"

John's heart was pounding and his cheeks were turning red!

"Ah, John. I hope my visit didn't bother you but Mr. Charles said you were trustworthy, so..."

John puffed out his chest and raised his voice.

"Of course, Mr. Anglis, I am completely loyal to our cause!"

"I have full faith in you, John—"

The man named Anglis took off his top hat, stretched out his hand and shook John's hand, and John, who was so ecstatic, did not notice a trace of ridicule flashing through Anglis's eyes behind the frame.

Angris looked at John's house with interest. He could easily tell that the house had just been cleaned.

John just stood beside Angris uneasily, like a soldier undergoing a review.

Angris raised his head and looked down the stairs to the dark second floor.

"No one's home but me—"

The astute John immediately realized what Mr. Anglis was worried about, and he hurriedly explained,

"Egwene and Bona, my wife and daughter, they are sleeping at a friend's house tonight."

"Please forgive me——"

Angris nodded, his voice gentle,

"You know we have to be vigilant because Amelia Bones's Ministry of Magic is not as tolerant as I remember it being."

John nodded apprehensively.

John was awed by the understatement in Mr. Anglis's tone when referring to the Ministry of Magic and the Minister for Magic.

"I'll come here first to confirm the environment. Oh, there's no problem. I can notify them to come over."

Angris turned around and reached out to pick up the bag containing floo powder from the alcove. The empty bag made his eyes tremble again.

Soon, another gentleman came out of the flames.

The same noble gentleman walked out of the flames with a cane.

The gentleman's gray eyes just moved away after John landed on him, looking at John's house indifferently, and ignored the hand John handed over.

Blushing with embarrassment, John retracted his hand. Compared to Mr. Anglis, this gentleman awed him more.

Because he smelled the same scent from the second gentleman as Mr. Greengrass.

The next person who came through the fireplace put John at ease.

First, the Charles brothers who work in the crucible workshop in the village.

The two brothers were obviously born from the same child, but they looked nothing alike. One of them was strong and the other was lean. However, they worked in the crucible workshop all year round, so their skin was as dark as if burned by flames.

Next, there was a fat woman of whom John had only a vague impression.

It seems that he briefly worked in the broom workshop where he worked for two months, but then he resigned because he was not satisfied with the wages!

"I've only notified so many people for the time being--"

The eldest brother of the Charles family was the leaner of the two brothers, with a pair of dark and lively eyes, but John, who was squeezed against the wall, discovered that his eyes had become cloudy and dull.

It should be caused by unemployment.

John thought.

"Thank you, Love--"

Mr. Angliss, who was sitting on a creaking wooden stool, bowed politely towards the eldest son of the Charles family.

This graceful move caused a commotion in front of a group of laid-off workers.

"I think I should introduce myself to everyone here first--"

Under the gaze of many eyes, Mr. Anglis stood up from his stool and looked at everyone with a smile.

"I am Drogo Anglis, a businessman who travels all over the world, but I am an Englishman. I spent my childhood and youth here. Like you, I love this land and love it. Our magical world——"

"Mr. Angliss is a kind and personable gentleman. We got to know him by accident--"

The second son of the Charles family said in a naive voice.

John looked at the second son of the Charles family and found that he was no different from usual. He was still as dull as ever.

"Mr Anglis sympathized with our plight and decided to help us."

The second son of the Charles family spoke again.

Everyone who came here was uneasy, and the words of the second son of the Ciel family made people hesitate.

"You help Mr. Angris just because of sympathy?"

The middle-aged woman who had worked in the workshop where John worked for two months hesitated.

John also had doubts in his heart.

A respectable person in the upper class decided to help them and fight against the Ministry of Magic just because he felt sympathy for these poor people. Or as the second son of the Ciel family said, Mr. Angris is a very kind wizard.

Everyone expressed their doubts in a mumbling voice.

And Mr. Angris did not show any impatience, he just smiled and listened quietly.

"First of all, please allow me to express my respect to you--"

When the buzzing sound in the living room stopped, Mr. Angris said suddenly, and in full view of everyone, he actually bowed to them, and this "frivolous" behavior scared the group of workers.

"Everyone who appears here tonight is a warrior with a sense of justice and a precious spirit of resistance!"

Under the dim candlelight, Mr. Angris's voice suddenly became excited,

"I want to answer the question you asked me about why I want to help you. Oh, actually you misunderstood. I am not only helping you, but also helping myself!"

In front of the surprised faces, Angris spoke with emotion,

"I have just introduced myself to you. I grew up in the British magic world during my childhood and adolescence.

The magic world at that time, it makes me sad and nostalgic to talk about it now--"

Somehow, watching Mr. Angris, who was over 50 years old, take out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his eyes, John also felt uncomfortable.

Although his life has changed for less than a month, he already misses the past.

"Freedom, equality, and a sense of justice. People only need to work hard to make their lives better day by day!"

Mr. Angris sniffed,

"When I was in other countries around the world, whenever my new friends asked about my country, I always introduced it to them with pride!

I would pat my chest and tell them responsibly that the people in the British magic world are the happiest; our Diagon Alley is the most prosperous; our Ministry of Magic is humane!

I have seen many countries, but none is better than here. France, Germany, Italy, the United States, Japan."

The audience listened attentively to Mr. Angris's words with burning eyes.

"I enjoy the envious eyes of my new friends when they listen to me describe everything here. They envy the great country where I grew up. This is what I am most proud of!"

The impassioned voice echoed in the house, overwhelming the whistling breeze outside.

"But now, what has the British magic world become?"

Mr. Angris looked at everyone, his expression gradually saddened,

"All the prosperity is gone!" (End of this chapter)