Hogwarts Homecoming

12 Grimmauld Place, London.

It was getting late, and the feeble dim light from two rows of street lamps standing in the autumn wind reflected the desolation of the square.

On the road leading from the subway to the square, a young couple walked arm in arm with each other. They looked tired after a day's work.

"This damn place--"

The road that was renovated due to the gas explosion ended at Grimmauld Place.

As soon as he stepped into the circular square, the cold wind that lingered here immediately made the Muggle man shiver. He pulled his scarf with one hand, took a breath of cold air, and sighed,

"It's so desolate!"

"That's why we picked this place, isn't it, my dear--"

The round-faced girl with dots of freckles shrank her neck and said,

"The rent is cheap enough--"

"This is good, but if I had to choose again, I wouldn't rent here. Damn the landlord, how dare you hide it from us."

The boy narrowed his eyes to resist the oncoming strong wind and stamped his feet to dispel the pervasive cold.

Seemingly finding the boy's complaint very cute, the girl giggled and pecked the boy gently on the cheek.

"Don't be stupid, my dear, there is no ghost in this world. I dare say our neighbor is playing a trick on you-"

"Neighbor, that's what I was about to say--"

The boy frowned and stared at the wall separating the neighbor's house and his rented house.

"Don't you think it's strange, Aya, we live in No. 13, Mrs. Manns lives in No. 11, and what about No. 12? There should be a No. 12, right?"

The girl shrugged, dismissing the question as unimportant.

"Maybe the people who built these houses didn't like that number."

"Don't be stupid, Aya--"

The boy's eyes narrowed into slits,

"They even kept the number '13', there's no reason to remove the number 12."

The deserted square welcomed the cold wind from all directions. The girl was frozen and huddled into the girl's arms.

"Oh, would you rather go home and taste the hot mushroom soup I'll make for you, or would you rather stand here and stare at a wall?"

A strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the boy suddenly was no longer interested in this question.

"You're right. This is a boring question. Let's go home--"

The boy hugged his girlfriend tightly and walked quickly to the house a few steps away.

"I can't wait to taste you"

When the girl showed her shyness, the boy raised his eyebrows and said with a smile,

"--the mushroom soup is here!"

With a click, the door closed, cutting off the girl's loving and shy laughter.

call.

Amosta watched the young Muggle couple walk into No. 13 Grimmauld Place, and the purple fluorescence in his eyes dimmed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his breath leaving an irregular blur on the cold glass window.

Turning around, he looked at the strange light and shadow cast by the firelight of the fireplace on the vicissitudes of stone wall with an expressionless face.

After escorting Jasna Rosier to Avalon Prison, Amosta quietly returned to Hogwarts, took away the backlog of letters in the office, and left the school without alerting anyone.

Not that he didn't want to show up.

Just thinking about it, when he was about to ask for leave from Professor McGonagall again in a few days, he shouted in front of her angry face:

You are the most irresponsible professor in the millennia since Hogwarts was founded, Amosta!

Amosta had a headache.

Simply, he would miss work for a few more days.

It's not that he doesn't want to teach and train young wizards at Hogwarts, but now, to a certain extent, the battle with Voldemort has almost reached its most critical juncture.

Over at the Ministry of Magic, ground has been broken for the restoration of Diagon Alley.

He had promised Ludo that the joint establishment of an official gambling platform with the Quidditch World Cup League Committee and the British Ministry of Magic also needs to be put on the agenda.

Arthur and Frank's inspection department is currently on the market and is disseminating new laws and regulations to various departments.

Unsurprisingly, those harsh regulations have caused dissatisfaction among many people.

Amosta also needs to appear on stage with them from time to time to show that he takes the matter seriously.

There is also a lot of pressure on Amelia.

During these days, voices in the magical world have been criticizing her for being a puppet minister.

If it weren't for the toughness she showed when she took advantage of the trial of Harry, Ron and Hermione to push her to the stage.

Also, his tyranny in forcing many pure-blood families to sign equity transfer agreements at the Diagon Alley drop-off platform made some dissatisfied people take action.

The reform plans he formulated, including Amelia's, may all be overturned.

As his loyal ally, Amosta was expected to reciprocate the favor and occasionally show respect for Amelia in public.

Amosta, who was silent, shook his head slightly.

Now there was a strange phenomenon in the British wizarding world that he had expected.

Voldemort's reputation among the lower classes was well known, but among the long-established forces in the British wizarding world, his reputation was not particularly bad.

After all, he preached to defend the rights of purebloods and never interfered with their business operations.

But he is just the opposite.

All the things he has done over the years have given him a good reputation among the lower class people, but not many people in the middle and upper classes of the British wizarding world like him.

History is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone.

Whoever loses the war between him and Voldemort will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

If you say there is no pressure at all, it is just deceiving yourself.

When he was alone, Amosta's slightly frowned brows just revealed a trace of hesitation.

The hot steam coming out of the kettle on the mantelpiece made the lid jingle. Amosta glanced at it and the kettle was suspended steadily, floating to the dining table full of documents, tipping the spout and pouring water into the porcelain cup.

Walking slowly to the seat, Amosta picked up the teacup, glanced at a wine jug next to the candelabra, and his eyes fell on an irregular black stone that quietly appeared in his palm.

The light from the green halo on the surface of the black stone, like a star ring, reflected on his face, making his expression look a little gloomy.

Salazar Slytherin.

Thinking of this legendary wizard, Amosta had a headache.

The memory left by the bad-tempered founder of Hogwarts is not so much a revelation as a puzzle and a problem.

A ball of light in a glass bottle, stained with darkness, appeared in Amosta's other hand.

This was his answer to the problem of Slytherin.

Since he returned to Hogwarts after graduation and took back a sealed memory from the dormitory, he had a plan.

But whether it will succeed is still unknown.

Huh--

The stable beating fire suddenly fluctuated violently, Amosta raised his eyebrows slightly, and after standing up, the two things in his hands disappeared.

"Ah, Amosta, you are really here!"

Remus walked out of the fire in the fireplace, saw Amosta, who was slightly surprised at the dining table, and laughed happily.

"Remus?"

Looking at Remus, who looked exhausted, Amostar looked out the window at the sky that was just getting dark.

"It's time to get off work. This is not your style."

"It's not true--"

Remus laughed. He took off his scarf and his new gray-brown coat as he walked over.

"I went to the Ministry of Magic to attend a meeting of the International Trade Department. Minister Bones was also there, so I met Sirius. He knew I was looking for you and told me that you were here--"

"You're looking for me?"

After making Remus a cup of tea, Amostar asked him to sit down.

"Yes, I've wanted to see you for a few days. I know you and Albus have been meeting in Paris a few days ago, but after Albus returned to Hogwarts, you didn't come back. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to notify you in time--"

Looking at the stack of envelopes on the table, Amostar moved his eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm dealing with some issues. There's something wrong with the operation of the workshop, but I didn't receive your letter, Remus--"

"Oh, I didn't write to you, Amosta--"

Remus smiled, happier than at any time in the years they had known each other,

"I think it would be more appropriate to invite you in person, Amosta, I'm getting married!" (End of this chapter)