Hogwarts Homecoming

"Did you see Lucius Malfoy?"

Amosta repeated the information Luna provided in a slow tone, and then said,

"Please go on, Luna--"

Professor Brain's expression somewhat surprised Luna. She had thought that Professor Brain would be wary or surprised. She believed that Professor Brain should be able to understand what it meant for her to tell Professor Brain that she had met Lucius Malfoy at this delicate moment in the situation.

But Professor Brain's purple eyes were as deep as the ancient starry sky she peered through the astronomical telescope in astronomy class.

"Yes, Professor—"

But Luna still obeyed the instructions,

"Tonight in the village of St. Catchpole, in the home of Mr. Senna, a native of the village, he and his wife Egwene take care of a six-year-old daughter. They make a living by farming and working.

I met Lucius Malfoy at his house. He had a different look, but I recognized him because I had seen him before at Hogwarts. "

"You recognize his magic, don't you?"

Amosta asked in a calm tone that Luna did not understand. He knew very well that this little girl had a unique talent, and ordinary human body transformation techniques could not conceal her induction.

Luna nodded, her pure silver eyes widened, and she began to recount everything.

Amosta listened quietly to Luna's narration, her calm expression only slightly touched when Luna revealed that Lucius Malfoy and the wizard she had never seen had entered her home.

But then, Amosta smiled full of appreciation for Luna's cleverness.

In the context of the situation, except that Luna's behavior of rushing into John Cena's house to check the situation was somewhat reckless.

The rest of the response is almost impeccable.

It is rare for a young Ravenclaw wizard who has not yet reached his fourth year to have such adaptability and clear mind.

Of course, Lucius Malfoy’s cover cannot be ignored——

"I believe that Lucius Malfoy and his companions may be using the villagers to plot against the Ministry of Magic. The villagers are in danger that they are not aware of, so I came to you-"

Luna said,

"Only you can help them."

Amosta pursed her lips.

"So, what do you think I should do, Luna?"

This question clearly surprised Luna, who didn't expect Professor Blaine to throw the question back to her.

"You or the Ministry of Magic"

Luna rarely hesitated;

"Send out strikers to protect those villagers. This may be the appropriate way--"

"You don't understand why these two people found these farmers who were living in poverty, and Luna protected them--"

Amosta shook his head slightly.

"It may be possible to get these people out of the conspiracy, but just throwing other people into misfortune doesn't fundamentally solve the problem."

Amosta stood up straight, patted Luna on the shoulder, and led her out of the office.

The two of them entered the elevator one after another, and Amosta pressed the button leading to the floor leading to the reception hall.

Until she entered the splendid hall of the Ministry of Magic again, Luna, who had been in a daze for a long time, couldn't help it anymore.

"I don't understand. Professor Blaine. John, Egwene and Bona, as well as the other villagers of St. Catchpol, need protection."

"As far as your story goes, Luna--"

Amosta smiled and greeted the wizard guarding the entrance to the elevator hall, then his face became calm.

"Those villagers are not in danger in the short term, but the intervention of the Ministry of Magic will bring them unpredictable dangers——"

"But!"

Luna had obvious mood swings for the first time tonight. She stood in front of the fireplace, her silver eyes reflecting the green flames blinking several times in succession.

"Are you going to ignore it?"

"That's right, Luna--"

Amosta raised his hand and interrupted Luna's question.

"If it were Hogwarts, I would definitely give you points for your wit tonight and your kindness in coming to the Ministry of Magic to save those villagers.

But what I want to tell you is, actually, there isn’t much I can tell you about this matter.”

Amosta gently pushed the dazed Luna into the fireplace. Before she disappeared, he raised an index finger to cover his lips and smiled calmly.

"I'm not ignorant about these things."

Varied

Before Luna had time to ask, Professor Blaine's face had disappeared in the swirling world.

call--

Amosta breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and smiled without meaning, then turned around and headed back.

As the elevator went up, the cold wind that poured into the car from the shaft cheered up the slightly tired Amosta.

The elevator stopped at the basement level. After stepping out of the elevator car, Amosta did not return to his office, but walked to the minister's office.

To facilitate reporting by others and self-monitoring.

Amelia used to keep her office door open when she was not entertaining visitors or discussing confidential matters with internal officials.

When Amosta walked into her office, Amelia, who had obvious dark circles and thick bags under her eyes, was sitting behind her desk, pouring magic potion into her mouth.

Glancing at Sirius, who was curled up on the guest sofa in front of the marble fireplace, recovering from his injury and now sleeping soundly, Amosta shook his head with a smile.

"Oh, don't blame him, Amosta--"

Amelia was not surprised that Amosta had not fallen asleep in the middle of the night. A great magician like him would only have more energy.

"He knew that there would be no major problems here when you were in the ministry, so he took a break. Following me is indeed a tough job. Maybe I should consider giving Sirius more bonuses--"

Amelia laughed at herself and lowered her voice.

"He wouldn't care about this little gold--"

Amosta said, his nose twitching slightly, staring at the glass bottle in Amelia's hand,

"But you, Amelia, although time is running out, you also need to work and rest--"

Amosta's tone was sincere,

"If you didn't fall under the conspiracy of the Death Eaters, but instead tired yourself out in the position of Minister, then they would laugh their teeth off."

Amelia smiled bitterly, feeling dizzy, and the mental tonic she just drank seemed to have no effect at all,

"It seems that I really need it. Oh!"

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the hazy consciousness, Amelia raised her head and frowned slightly,

"You mean Voldemort's Death Eaters are planning something again, have you received the news?"

Rather than saying that the Death Eaters planned, it is better to say that he induced the Death Eaters to plan some self-destructive things.

Amosta was calm on his face, thinking in his heart,

"I did hear some rumors, Amelia, that the Death Eaters are planning to start another riot. So, you must ensure that you have enough energy to deal with the crisis that may occur at any time."

"But after the Battle of Diagon Alley, Voldemort's power has been greatly weakened, right?"

Amelia frowned,

"According to the feedback from the secret sentries we set up on the border, a large number of unidentified people have smuggled out of the UK and are not planning to follow Voldemort again. Therefore, the security of the wizarding world has been significantly improved recently. I think he should not be able to launch a large-scale riot in the short term--"

"I think so, but we can't take it lightly--"

Amosta did not tell Amelia about his plan.

This was not a deliberate concealment, but just to reduce unnecessary disputes.

"Hogwarts is about to start, Amelia, I have to spare some energy to worry about the various matters related to the start of school, and you--"

Amosta said solemnly,

"You must pay more attention to your own security."

"Oh, yes--"

Amelia adjusted her monocle and smiled weakly,

"Hogwarts is about to start. I almost forgot about this. So, Amosta, I seem to have heard that Dumbledore threw that difficult problem to you?"

Amosta looked helpless. Amelia, who was always busy with trivial matters, laughed out loud.

"Has anyone been chosen? Oh, I think you can try to invite Alastor again--"

"Unless a miracle happens, I don't see any possibility that he will agree--"

Amosta shook his head and sighed,

"However, I do have an immature idea about the candidate for that class--"

"Who are you going to invite?"

Amelia asked excitedly, and even Sirius on the sofa opened his eyes in a daze.

"It's still hard to say--"

Amosta said with a meaningful smile.