Hogwarts Homecoming

"Oh, don't keep talking like a professor, I'm not a professor now - hiccup -"

The small fire in the fireplace dissipated the chill of the early autumn night.

The room was as warm as spring, and the fat old man curled up in the soft cushions. He took out his magic wand and waved it, and the piano keys immediately started playing melodious and melodious music.

Although he had only had a few drinks, Slughorn's cheeks had already turned red and he was in a tipsy state.

"I'll call you Amosta, and you call me Horace, okay?"

"Oh, you are such an approachable wizard, Horace, cheers to that?"

Amosta pointed at Horace's glass with his wand, and the bottomed glass was filled with thick, pure wine.

Gudong!

The two of them finished the drink, and Horace's consciousness seemed to go blank for a brief moment. He kicked towards the chandelier above his head for several seconds, and then looked at Ah, whose back was still bent and with an impeccable smile on his face. mosta,

"W-Where were we talking, Amosta?"

"I think so"

Amosta pretended to ponder for a few seconds.

"Your brilliant teaching methods?"

"Oh, yes, that's it!"

Horace patted his legs and picked another preserve from the half-empty preserves box.

"What does Severus know about teaching? He is not the material at all!"

Horace shook his head at Amosta,

"Oh, I know this may make you uncomfortable. After all, you were taken care of by him when you were studying at Hogwarts, but this is nothing. If it were me, I would also take care of you. Like you Outstanding talent. Hiccup!”

The drunken Horace waved his arms angrily,

"Don't think that I haven't been paying attention since I retired. Look what Slytherin has become over the years. Since I left, there hasn't been a single decent talent. Ah, of course, you are an exception, Amosta."

Horace muttered,

"But you're all on your own and that little help from Severus means nothing to you, does it? Oh, and as for Albus-"

Horace glanced sideways at Amosta, with a wise look that saw everything.

"Although Albus is full of praise for you now, I bet that when you were studying at Hogwarts, he was holding you back a lot, right? I've heard about it. When you were in school, you set the forest on fire. Regarding that matter, he still has the nerve to blame you. It is obvious that he failed to protect the school and allowed the bad guys to take advantage of the loophole."

hehe--

Amosta laughed sincerely;

"What you said is absolutely correct, Horace, Dumbledore is indeed biased against Slytherin——

Therefore, at this time, we need a respected, fair and enlightened authority to stand up and make decisions for those Slytherin students who have suffered from strange eyes and unfair treatment, don't you think? "

"oh--"

Horace immediately looked away from Amosta guiltily and muttered,

"Well, to be fair, it's not all the fault - it's all Albus's fault. Who allowed Slytherin to have such a person? Hiccup, it's really terrible."

This old man

"How about changing the subject?"

The long-ago memories that popped into his mind made Horace shudder. He muttered a few times, then looked at Amosta with great interest.

"I heard that Diagon Alley, which was destroyed by the war, will be officially constructed before November?"

"Ah, you are truly well-informed, Horace--"

Amosta praised,

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic knows that the entire magical community is eagerly looking forward to this. The Ministry also hopes to return Diagon Alley to the British wizarding community as soon as possible. However, there is too much preparation work and detailed planning and design drawings are still being handed over. Among muggle designs.

In order to solve part of the employment problem, most of the construction workers are preparing to recruit people from the bottom who do not have stable jobs and earn Weibo. But after all, this is a highly professional job and they still need pre-job training. .

Including goblins, investing in millions is not easy even for the goblins’ wealth. They need time to adjust their global financial strategic layout.

Including the preliminary material procurement. Oh, to be honest, just thinking about these things is a headache. Fortunately, I only have to come up with ideas and don’t have to do the work--"

Amosta's witty words made Horace chuckle, and while he was doing this, he filled up Horace's wine glass.

"Oh, sorry. Phew--"

Horace noticed and waved his hands repeatedly.

"I'm afraid. I can't drink anymore--"

"Just this one, Horace?"

Amosta spoke kindly;

"Just for the great Slytherin?"

"The great Slytherin, oh, yes, Slytherin is a good boy!"

Horace was convinced, and with his face glowing red, he picked up the wine glass again and drank it all in one gulp, while Amosta did not touch his wine.

"Let's talk about Diagon Alley"

The drunken Horace shook his head,

"There is news that Diagon Alley will look very different after it is completed. Oh, it should have been like this a long time ago. When I was in school, Diagon Alley looked like that."

"Oh, actually, to be precise, Diagon Alley will try to keep its original appearance as much as possible. After all, it can be considered a historical site, right?"

Seeing that Horace seemed to be very interested in this, Amosta decided to talk about it,

"The area around Diagon Alley that will really change is the ministry's decision to expand it around Diagon Alley, building it to a city scale and dividing it into different functional areas"

The tallest building of the Ministry of Magic in the world; a modern wizarding hospital; a beautiful nature reserve for magical creatures; a lush commercial street, a developed industrial district, and a regular residential area.

In Amosta's description, a magnificent city picture slowly unfolded in Horace's eyes, making his drunken eyes shine with brilliance again!

".As for why the Ministry has to allocate a limited piece of land to build manors and luxury villas, this is really a helpless move--"

Amosta's calm smile,

"You must know that if you want to complete such a magnificent magical city, even the wealth of the fairies is beyond your ability.

On the one hand, the Ministry of Magic must seek its own development, and on the other hand, the ancient families who control most of the wealth of the British wizarding world must make a contribution."

"Oh, you're trying to get them to pay for this, right?"

Horace reacted quickly and realized this immediately. He imagined that he would occupy the best position in the magic city where every inch of land was precious, in a vast rich area with mountains and rivers and pleasant scenery. A trace of crystal flowed from the corner of his mouth,

"That's right. That's right, cunning boy, this can be bought at a good price. Who would refuse to own a legendary villa in such a great city? Oh, that must be a sky-high price!"

Horace had an envious look on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"I will never have the opportunity to live in a house like that in my life. Oh, stingy Albus, if I want to buy a house like that, I'm afraid I have to be like Professor Binns and start teaching a thousand years ago. .But Hogwarts doesn’t pay ghosts.”

"yes--"

Amosta nodded and smiled.

“Who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of his life in that kind of elegance?

Breathing fresh air, enjoying the best security, the neighbors are all respectable people in the wizarding world. A marble tile in the house is enough for a professor at Hogwarts to work for half a year! "

"oops"

Listening to Amosta's description, Horace suddenly lamented. He looked around sadly, and suddenly felt that the warm Muggle room he had carefully chosen was not comfortable at all.

"Of course, there will not only be manors for rich people on that piece of land, there will also be a sanatorium that combines medical care and nursing care."

Amosta lowered his head, took a sip of wine, and pretended to say it casually.

"A sanatorium that combines medical and nursing care?"

Horace's eyes suddenly widened, looking at Amosta with desire and greed.

"Oh, yes, that's right—"

Amosta, who seemed to have drunk too much, leaned into the soft sofa and smiled lazily.

"Dear Horace, a nice place like that can't just serve rich people. It's too unfair, isn't it?

When designing it, I have always emphasized that some wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the British magical community, recipients of the Order of Merlin, etc., should have the right to enjoy it, such as the retired Minister of Magic, Dumbledore Lido must also have this qualification, he has a medal. And he has worked hard for Hogwarts his whole life." (End of Chapter)