Hogwarts Homecoming

Jasuna used Amosta's wand to create a stove, pots and pans, and other tools, and then she returned the wand to Amosta.

A strange scene appeared.

A "windless land" appeared on the vast glacial lake shrouded by the biting cold wind.

A dying old man looked a bit sad, holding a wooden shovel and rolling the fried fish in the pot.

Beside the stove, Jasuna squatted on the ground, waiting with interest, as if she didn't notice old Enma's clumsy craftsmanship.

The burnt smell filled his nostrils, but Amosta didn't show the slightest hint of ridicule.

He rested his butt on the collapsed sled frame, keeping his presence quiet and low.

Under the burning of the strong fire, the ice water poured into the iron pot was quickly boiled. Then, Old Enma cut the cooked frozen potatoes into pieces and put in the light off-white fish soup. middle.

The fish soup soon started to boil again.

"alright--"

Old Enma raised her head and said in a hoarse voice.

As a meal before execution, it is extremely simple.

However, Jasuna didn't care. She eagerly took out a bowl of fish soup without any condiments from the pot. After thinking about it, she walked to Amosta with difficult steps.

"Oh, do I have a share too?"

Amosta smiled slightly.

"Of course, you saved old Enma and I from being killed by wolves, Mr. Blaine——"

Amosta smiled silently, took the wooden bowl, took a sip of the fish soup, and then nodded,

"good--"

"You are indeed a respectable wizard, Mr. Brain -"

Jasuna nodded in greeting.

Then she walked back to the stove and poured the rest of the fish soup into two large wooden bowls.

An old man and a young man sat on a snow wolf that fell on the ground, leaning on each other, silently tasting the bitter fish soup.

"What are your plans next, old Enma?"

Jasuna's chatty tone caused Old Enma to fall into a long silence.

Amosta could feel the pain in the silence.

He obviously didn't want to deceive Jasuna, but he couldn't tell the truth.

"Go back to the village——"

After a long time, Old Enma said dullly.

"Um--"

Jasuna snorted softly. She raised her hand to smooth old Enma's gray hair that was messed up by the strong wind during the previous chase with the snow wolf.

"After you go back, move to the other side of the river and live with the villagers, Enma--"

Jasuna's tone was gentle,

"No matter how many Muggles you killed on the battlefield, fifty years have passed and you have already paid for your sins. There is no need to punish yourself anymore."

Has it been paid off?

Old Enma's dim eyes were slightly confused.

No, there isn't

Those humiliating sins have been deeply entangled with his life. As long as he is alive, the sins will never be washed away.

However, there is no need to explain these things.

"Um--"

Old Enma nodded.

Seeing Enma agree, Jasuna smiled. She took a few sips of the bland fish soup, showing an expression of pleasure.

"By the way, Mr. Blaine--"

Kasuna, who suddenly remembered something, looked at Amosta who was thoughtful,

"Mr. Blaine, I have another unwelcome request——"

"But it doesn't matter, Miss Rosier--"

Amosta came to his senses and said gently.

"I have opened vaults in Gringotts in France, Germany and Italy. The gold is of no use to me anymore. I am willing to hand over the keys to the vault to you. All the wealth can be donated to the British Ministry of Magic to support The construction of Diagon Alley was destroyed but in exchange--"

Jasuna glanced at old Enma,

"I would like to ask you to help old Enma rebuild a house. He is very old and the work of building a house is too strenuous for him-" "Build a new house."

Amosta looked at the silent old man, his eyes moved slightly,

"It's not a big deal, Ms. Rozier, but—"

Amosta shrugged.

"Are you really going to give away all your wealth, Miss Rosier?"

"I've been sentenced to life in prison, haven't I?"

There was not much sadness in Jasuna's smile.

"It's true--"

Amosta nodded,

“However, according to the Avalon Prison Management Regulations issued by the British Ministry of Magic, any prisoner serving a sentence in prison, if he behaves well, actively accepts reform, has a deep understanding of the shameful nature of the crime, and is sincerely willing to repent, will be serving his sentence. After reaching a certain number of years, even prisoners sentenced to life imprisonment are allowed parole and commutation, so--"

Looking at Jasuna who was a little confused and Enma who was also paying attention, Amosta smiled and said,

"You may not be able to regain your freedom one day, but living outside can't be done without gold galleons--"

"That is to say--"

Jasuna's eyes gradually bloomed with joy.

Although she is willing to atone for her crimes, who wouldn't be willing to be free if she could?

"We have one day to meet again!"

Jasuna looked at Old Enma with surprise in her eyes.

And Old Enma also nodded heavily.

"Thank you, Mr. Blaine!"

Jasuna sincerely thanked Amosta,

"But I am still willing to donate all the gold. I am not qualified to use it."

"As you wish, Miss Rosier--"

Amosta stood up slowly,

"Well, it's almost time, Miss Rozier, I think we should be on the road."

Amosta put down the soup bowl, his face calm.

Jasna and Enma also stood up, and the two looked at each other on the dim ice field.

"Thank you, Enma, I will come back to see you."

Jasna came forward and hugged the old man's skinny body, saying gently,

"Take care of yourself, I don't want to see your tombstone when I come back."

"Hmm--"

This tenderness that he had never experienced before made the old man's skinny body stiff, and his face full of frost was a little at a loss. After a long while, he came to his senses and responded.

Jasna let go of Enma, smiled at him, and limped towards Amosta.

She walked around Amosta, raised her fingertips, and carefully cut off the leather mattress hanging on the scattered frame.

This was sewn by old Enma for many days and nights to send her off, and she wanted to take it away.

Finally, after looking deeply at the old man who seemed to be lost by the stove, Jasna pursed her lips and held back the sadness of parting.

"After sending me to prison, Mr. Brian, don't forget to send old Enma home. He can't go back alone."

Amosta responded softly, and then--

Boom!

As if the sky was overturned, Amosta's eyes flashed with lightning, and heavy pressure came!

Under the strong breath revealed by Amosta, Jasna, who was approaching, had no power to resist. She rolled her eyes and her body went limp, and she fainted.

"The purpose of my trip was to provide help to an old man who was imprisoned for half his life and might not be used to living outside. Unexpectedly, I saw these--"

Amosta looked at the skinny old man, his tone calm.

The eyes that reflected the collapsed Jasna slowly raised, and the dullness in the eyes dissipated silently, replaced by sharp silver light.

Boom!

The earth suddenly trembled, under the dark and depressing sky, above the gray ice lake, two balls of light as blazing and dazzling as the sun suddenly appeared!

The moment the two balls of light touched, a strong wind suddenly arose, and dazzling thunders descended from the rolling dark clouds, as if the Thunder God himself was holding the whip and wantonly whipping the earth! (End of this chapter)