Hogwarts Homecoming

Luna quietly floated down from the bed, looked back at the sleeping mother and daughter on the bed, and sighed softly.

They didn't know yet that they had just walked a circle on the edge of life and death.

Luna brushed back the golden hair falling in front of her eyes, and looked out the window. Under the soft moonlight, the green grass on the mountain, which had been cleaned by rain, swayed like water grass.

The whirring sound of the wind and the rustling sound of the swaying grass leaves enveloped the top of the mountain, but gave people an extreme tranquility.

Luna walked to the potted plant, took off her wand, and then changed herself into jeans and T-shirts.

"Dad, Dad--"

In the studio on the second floor, the weird printer sprayed out color pages and ink smells one by one. Although the click of the mechanical parts was noisy, it made people drowsy after listening for a long time.

Luna gently shook the shoulders of Mr. Lovegood who was lying on the desk.

"What's up, Luna?"

Mr. Lovegood called out his daughter's name before he even opened his eyes, and when he noticed Luna's clothes, he slightly widened his silver eyes, which were the same as Luna's.

"Are you going out?"

"I'm going to see Professor Blaine."

Luna said.

"Really?"

Mr. Lovegood glanced at the sky outside.

"Can't you write to him, Luna? When the owl delivers the letter, he should just get up, so he can see it in time."

Luna didn't say anything, but just blinked at her father.

"Oh, urgent matter"

Mr. Lovegood understood immediately, and he didn't even ask what it was.

With Luna's help, he put his hands on the table and tried to stand up. He staggered a few steps in front of the desk, scratching the white hair on his head that was piled like weeds.

"Amosta Blaine, such a busy man, let me think, maybe I can only try my luck at the Ministry of Magic, okay, I'll go change my clothes."

"I'll go by myself, Dad--"

Luna shook her head,

"I need you to watch Egwene and Bona."

"Yes--"

Mr. Lovegood muttered. Because his consciousness was further awake, his eyes were brighter,

"Then use the Floo Internet cafe, but our fireplace can't be directly connected. Oh, let's try our luck and bet that my acquaintance in the Transportation Department is on duty tonight--"

The father and daughter went down to the first floor one after another. Mr. Lovegood threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fireplace and then stuck his head into the fireplace.

Luna looked at the yard through the kitchen window in a trance.

"It's done--"

After a moment, Mr. Lovegood withdrew his head,

"Eric said that you can use the fireplace to get to the Ministry of Magic, but it's best to come back before dawn. He said that it's not as easy to go through the back door as before. After the news of the establishment of the Supervisory Department came out, everyone began to pay attention to the department's code of conduct.

Oh, I asked for you by the way. Brian is currently chatting with the goblin in the office."

"Thank you, Dad--"

Luna raised her head and said to Mr. Lovegood who was dozing,

"You can go back to bed and rest, Dad. I will help you keep an eye on the printer when I come back. Oh, before you go to bed, you'd better cast some warning magic at the door to prevent the Snorkeller from smelling the horn you collected and breaking into the Ministry of Magic!"

After that, Luna ignored her surprised father and stepped into the warm fire.

Amosta adhered to his Hogwarts style in the office of the Ministry of Magic.

The office was so simple that even the wrinkles on old Bana's face relaxed a little after he walked into the office with the sign of "British Magic Development Committee".

A plain desk piled with documents, a camp bed behind a curtain, a few high-backed soft chairs and a low-legged coffee table, and only a huge "square table" covered with black cloth in the middle of the office.

The whole room looked like a warehouse that had just been cleaned.

"No one will say anything about you adding a few more pieces of furniture to the office, Mr. Brian--"

After being stunned, old Bana shook his head and smiled bitterly,

"You don't have to act like that."

"It's hard to say, Bana--"

After working non-stop for many days and nights, Amosta didn't look tired, but the occasional gleam in his eyes was even more intimidating.

He led Bana to the 'reception area', then turned to the fireplace to make tea with a smile on his face.

"The Daily Prophet published an article the day before yesterday, accusing me of some recent actions, including the confiscation of the coffers of those Death Eaters.

And leading the Ministry of Magic to reach an agreement with you to jointly develop and build on the ruins of Diagon Alley and impose punitive fines on some closed workshops. These are all ways to make money for yourself, so I'd better show some integrity in places where people can see."

"You can just order them to shut up, right?"

Old Bana took Ah Mosta leaned forward as he brought the teacup over.

"Even the Ministry of Magic led by Fudge has the ability to order the Daily Prophet to shut up."

"I have to let people speak, Barna."

Amosta shook his head and smiled.

"Minister Bones criticized Voldemort's deceptive remarks in many public occasions. In fact, it was not to restore the glory of pure-blood wizards and let wizards hold their heads high in front of Muggles, but just to realize his lie of personal dictatorship.

So, at this time, if it is reported that the Ministry of Magic suppressed public opinion, it would seem that they are slapping themselves in the face."

Old Bana pursed his lips, his expression undeniable.

"So--"

Amosta waved his wand and produced several trays of refreshments on the coffee table.

After the two exchanged opinions on the tea Amosta served to his guests and the craftsmanship of the house elves serving the Ministry of Magic, Amosta leaned back in his chair.

Smiling at Old Bana, who seemed determined to test his patience with him, Amosta said,

"How about coming in, Bana, I mean, I don't think your relocation plan has encountered much resistance, right?"

"You're knowingly asking, Mr. Blaine--"

As Amosta expected, the old goblin immediately started performing.

It sighed long and short,

"We issued a brief statement that we were preparing to move part of our business from Paris to London, which caused a strong backlash from the French Ministry of Magic. They seemed to have guessed that we had plans to move our headquarters to London.

You know, there's no way the French Ministry of Magic would agree with that. Having us there means a lot of tax revenue and jobs for them. To be honest, they just sent thugs at the door to prevent us from leaving, and I didn't feel that way either. Accident. "

"You can protest against the infringement of the French Ministry of Magic through the International Federation of Wizards. I believe that Hope will make a fair ruling——"

Amosta said with a smile, like a ball of soft cotton, he quietly defused the first punch of Old Bana.

"International Confederation of Wizards"

Old Bana's dark green face turned dark, and he shook his head.

"This is an extremely serious topic for all parties. Mr. Brain, you know that there are many business exchanges between Britain and France. If the goblin migration is not handled properly, it is very likely that this will happen." It will affect the original cooperation between you and further exacerbate the current high unemployment rate in the British wizarding community!"

Amosta raised his tea cup towards Bana as an apology for the joke just now.

"I've always said -"

Amosta refilled their teacups with a faint smile on his face.

"It takes patience, Bana.

The concerns and reactions of the French are reasonable. I also do not advocate further severing the official and unofficial friendly cooperation between the British and French magical circles under the current severe situation in the European magical community. Therefore, it is indeed necessary to give France A statement from the Ministry of Magic that would calm their uneasiness. "

"Please forgive my shallow wisdom, Mr. Blaine——"

Old Bana frowned,

"We have already said that we will only transfer some operations."

"Surely that won't fool the French, old Barna--"

Amosta pointed to the 'square table' in the center of his office while holding the teacup.

"Gringotts has reached a cooperation with the British Ministry of Magic to provide massive financial support for the reconstruction of Diagon Alley. For this huge investment, building a Gringotts branch with better specifications and more comprehensive functions is not a matter of course. Something?"