Hogwarts Homecoming

The chaos just now made Diagon Alley, which had finally regained some popularity after the war, once again deserted.

Amosta led several young wizards through the streets.

There was a depressing scene on the street.

Many of the shops on both sides of the rammed earth avenue closed their doors and fled in an emergency for fear of endangering their lives when the marchers tore down partition walls and caused riots.

Amosta led several anxious little wizards to the Leaky Cauldron.

There was not a single customer in the huge bar.

However, because the ministry had spent a lot of money ordering lunch for the parade, Old Tom, who had done a lot of business, didn't mind the bleak business at the moment.

He hummed a light tune and stood behind the bar, wiping his wine glass.

"Oh, Mr. Blaine?"

The group of people walking into the bar made Old Tom's eyes sparkle immediately. Like a young man in his teens or 20s, he ran from behind the bar to Amosta with great agility.

"Would I have the honor to buy you a drink, Mr. Blaine, just to celebrate the great victory you just won?"

"oh--"

Amosta chuckled,

"Originally I just planned to eat something, but okay, please bring me a glass of sherry, um, original flavor-"

Amosta turned to look at the students behind him.

"Five more orange juices, please."

Old Tom immediately went to work happily.

"Sit down--"

Looking around, Amosta chose a seat by the window, merged the two tables, sat down first, and then motioned for Harry and others to sit down.

"How did you finish your summer homework?"

Amosta folded his hands and placed them on his crossed legs, his calm eyes covering the few young wizards who were sitting upright.

Everyone answered in the affirmative, except for Harry and Ron, who shrank their heads guiltily when they answered.

They didn't lie, they did complete their summer homework, but after Hermione came home, the quality of their homework plummeted.

Then there was silence.

Looking at the few little guys who were silent in front of him, Amosta also fell into a trance.

He asked himself that he was not a person who liked to show off his authority, whether in front of students or other adult wizards.

However, as his reputation grew, more and more people unconsciously adopted a respectful posture when facing him.

During the few weeks when he assisted Amelia in governing as an advisor, he encountered many wizards who were so nervous in front of him that they could not even speak.

Why.

Amosta sighed softly.

Not to mention others, he himself was becoming more and more accustomed to maintaining a majestic posture in front of others. In this regard, Dumbledore was more able to control himself.

"Sorry, Professor!"

With a scratch, Hermione stood up and said with a sad face, and Harry also stood up with a dejected expression.

Next came Luna.

Her dust-free eyes rarely showed obvious nervousness.

As for Ron and Lavender, these two were a beat slower than the others, but they also left the bench uneasily.

Amosta raised his brows and said nothing.

"I shouldn't have let Harry pretend to be kidnapped by Luna"

Hermione's lips tightened in shame.

"I shouldn't have used Polyjuice Potion to turn into John."

Luna also admitted her mistake.

Amosta looked dumbfounded.

Before he asked anything, the two girls admitted it simply.

Old Tom trotted over with the tray in hand. He put it on the table and said nothing very discerningly. He bowed and quickly left.

"Sit down-"

Amosta picked up the wine glass, touched the crystal wall with his fingertips a few times, pondered for a moment and then said.

"Being young means having the right to make mistakes--"

Professor Brain did not rebuke their impulsiveness as several people expected, but said calmly,

"It's just that people with wisdom can learn from continuous mistakes to help themselves grow."

Harry also lowered his head in shame. He was definitely not a wise person as Professor Blaine said.

Amosta did not want to be too harsh on these children.

After all, their intentions are good.

As for the strange habit of being impulsive, this is an old problem passed down from generation to generation for the young wizards of Gryffindor House.

He cannot ask them to be like him, a person with a calm personality from the day he was born into this world.

Furthermore, if Harry and other children really learned to assess the situation, it would be a troublesome problem.

"Let's end this matter--"

Amosta put the wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and felt the light spice blooming in his taste buds. He slowly exhaled to relieve his fatigue, and then looked at Hermione.

"Actually, there is something that I have wanted to talk to you about for a long time, but things at the Ministry of Magic have delayed me-"

Hermione's heart was lifted up in her throat again. She flickered her long, slightly damp eyelashes and stared at Professor Blaine nervously.

Harry and others immediately cast curious glances at Hermione.

"The one you formed. Well--"

The memory was a little blurry. Amosta held his forehead and thought for a few seconds.

"Well, I think it's the House-Elf Rights Protection Association. Do you have any plans to continue it?"

Quietly, Harry and Ron opened their mouths in shock.

Professor Blaine talks to Hermione about her ridiculous agreement. It sounds funny!

Even Hermione herself didn't expect it at all. Her expression was blank for a while before she came back to her senses.

"Oh, I have plans to continue her, Professor!"

Ignoring Ron and Harry's strange expressions, Hermione perked up for a second and said excitedly,

"Professor Brain, I already have a new plan on how to mobilize more students to participate in the ideological movement to liberate house-elf slaves!"

"oh?"

Amosta looked interested.

"Tell me about it——"

breathe.

Hermione exhaled heavily, her eyes sparkling,

"I realize that it is a long and arduous road to teach house elves to fight for their own interests. I cannot accomplish this alone, and I must win the support of more people!"

"But as far as I know--"

Amosta looked slowly at Ron and Harry, who had sullen faces and were trying to hold back their laughter.

"You've tried to get more support haven't you but it doesn't seem to be working out well?"

"Oh, that's because I used it in the wrong way, Professor Blaine-"

Hermione glanced sideways at Harry and Ron and said,

"Helping house elves awaken is a thankless task. I shouldn't expect everyone to be happy with this job, so I decided to change my approach-"

With that said, Hermione took out the purse containing a thousand galleons from her pocket and placed it in front of everyone.

"oh!"

Ron looked at the purse, then at Hermione.

"Are you crazy, Hermione, you're going to spend your savings on those little things?!"

"Exactly that-"

Hermione held her head high,

"I plan to pay a salary to everyone who is willing to join the House Elf Rights Promotion Association, Professor Brain. If anyone can make a breakthrough, I will also give them a bonus!"

"If you do this, your winnings will be wiped out in an instant, Hermione -"

Harry's honest suggestion, he had no idea that Hermione had taken a large sum of gold from Gringotts and put it on her body for this purpose.

"Oh, of course I'll interview everyone who applies to join, Harry -"

Hermione didn't give in at all;

"Make sure they don't join this organization just to take advantage!"

"Be realistic, Hermione—"

Ron shook his head,

"Actually, you can't tell who is sincere and who is fake!"

The lack of support from her two friends suddenly made Hermione angry, and she wanted to refute——

"In that case, if I want to join your organization, is that okay, Hermione?"

"Oh, of course, I wish I could!"

Hermione didn't think twice and happily agreed immediately. However, after she agreed, she realized who had just applied!

"Are you planning to join the professor?!"

Is this a joke?

Not to mention Hermione, Harry and Ron also looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Yes, you heard that right-"

Amosta nodded, smiled and answered in the affirmative,

"So. Are you willing to accept me into your organization, the Society for the Protection of the Rights of Intelligent Magical Creatures, Hermione?" (End of Chapter)