Hogwarts Homecoming

Mrs. Weasley kept telling Amos about the changes in their lives.

It goes without saying that the increased income has made their quality of life better.

Most importantly, Arthur is now respected by people.

For a long time, because of the attitude of the Weasley family towards Muggles and half-blood wizards, they are the shame of the pure-blood family.

In the Ministry, although Arthur has been doing the work he loves, his status is not high after all.

These were Molly's worries in the past, but now all the problems have been solved.

The Supervision Department where Arthur is located is one of the few departments in the Ministry that everyone can respect.

The Supervision Department is a sharp blade that can not only monitor everyone in the Ministry, but also the companies and workshops in which the Ministry has a stake.

This directly led to a lot less gossip from the pure-blood families about the Weasley family.

"Percy and Penelope also work in your workshop. Oh, I've been thinking recently that if Fred and George are not interested in joining the Ministry, joining your workshop is a good choice. And Ron, his grades may have problems if he wants to enter the Ministry of Magic." Amosta interrupted Molly's prospects for the children, and he said with a smile, "I have to say, Mrs. Weasley, the learning machine workshop is not mine, it belongs to Hogwarts and the goblins. Of course, most of its shares will be brought under the management of the Ministry in the future-" "Oh, of course!" Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to listen at all, she said with a smile ,

"What I want to say is that everyone in our family has been taken care of by you, Amosita, not to mention that you are Percy's professor, and Bill, Charlie, and Ginny have been saved by you--"

"That's my duty, Mrs. Weasley--"

Amosita pursed her lips and said with a smile,

"As for taking care of, I don't think there is such a thing. We are just lucky to live in an era of striving magic, and we are blessed by this era."

"You are so cute, Amosita."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and rubbed his hair that was raised by Fleur and Amelia, and took away the plate he had emptied.

It seemed that everyone wanted to talk to Amosita alone.

The next couple to come out of the house was Percy and Penelope.

"I plan to work in the workshop for another two years, and then return to the department, Professor Brian--"

Percy took Penelope's hand, took a deep breath and said to Amosita,

"I hope to join the International Trade Department like Remus. I have been doing work related to this aspect in the workshop. I believe I can do it well!"

Looking at Percy, who has become more resolute in the face of setbacks, Amosita's eyes flashed vaguely, nearly two years ago, at the Three Broomsticks Bar, the young man who asked him to help write a letter of introduction.

At that time, Percy's eyes only held himself.

"And Penelope, she plans to continue working in the workshop--"

Percy looked at Penelope tenderly from the side, holding her hand tightly,

"The income from the workshop is very high, so in less than two years, we can buy a house in London, and then we will get married."

Percy's tone, which sounded like a work report, made Amosta laugh,

"I have nothing to teach you, Percy.

Oh, there is only one thing, I believe you are a wizard who will achieve success, Percy, life is a short and long journey, every stage of growth has different scenery, all are beautiful, so don't be too anxious to reach the end."

"I have understood this truth, professor."

Percy nodded heavily.

"What about me, professor?"

Penelope turned up her nose slightly dissatisfied, which made her look like she was acting like a spoiled child with Amosta.

"As for you, Penelope..."

Amosta's smile did not fade,

"When you made up your mind to get rid of your parents' interference in your life, left your hometown and came to London, you have completed your breakthrough.

In the future, don't forget that courage--"

The two young people walked into the house hand in hand with satisfaction.

But before opening the door, they turned around at the same time and looked at Professor Braine, who was leaning on the swearing platform and looking up at the endless stars.

He kept turning his eyes, and his eyes wandered back and forth in the magnificent night, as if looking for something.

And that face, the outline of the side face is as three-dimensional as a sculpture, the lines are firm and firm, but the thin back is a little lonely.

"When talking to Professor Braine, I always have an illusion. It's like..."

Percy frowned and whispered softly.

"It's like talking to a wizard as old as Professor Dumbledore, right?"

Penelope said.

Percy was silent for a few breaths, then his brows relaxed and he shrugged, "Those who are destined to become legends must experience and endure more before they can have the wisdom to see through life." As the night deepened, the chill of early winter drove away the illusion of being in midsummer brought by the bright stars. Amelia, who walked behind Amosta, took a breath of cold air, wrapped her arms around herself, and trembled. Amosta turned around, took off his suit jacket, put it on Amelia's shoulders, and then rubbed Amelia's head. Amelia didn't feel anything wrong, she pulled Amosta's suit tighter and leaned on Amosta's shoulder.

"Are you worried, Amosta?"

Amelia asked.

"Oh, what should I say?"

Amosta chuckled twice,

"A wizard like me is still thinking about things even when I'm sleeping."

Amelia curled her lips secretly and said nothing.

The two of them hugged each other until the bright moon crossed an hour's length on the night sky, and then Amelia said softly,

"Fleur likes you very much."

"Ah, it's not a secret."

Amosta responded, but his tone made Amelia a little dissatisfied. Her eyelashes trembled and she twisted her head to stare into Amosta's eyes.

"Fleur is a good girl, she is very brave."

"I agree with your point of view——"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"After all, the warriors selected by Beauxbatons are certainly not lacking in courage."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Amosta—"

Amelia shook her head and asked tentatively,

"Even Sirius can see that you are avoiding emotional issues, but why? The experience of sister and brother-in-law has hurt you, hasn't it?"

"Oh, I guess it has nothing to do with that, Amelia."

"So--"

After hesitating for a while, Amelia asked again,

"There are some rumors in the magic world that you and Vitia Cliona are actually lovers, but you belong to the light, and she willingly fell into the darkness, so you parted ways?"

"Is there such a rumor?"

Amosta was really surprised.

Amelia nodded seriously, her brown eyes shining brightly under the light cast by the stars in the sky,

"Do you like her?"

"Maybe-"

Amosta rubbed his hands and couldn't help laughing when he saw Amelia still staring at him.

"I really didn't realize that there would be so many people talking about my emotional problems. I thought people would be more concerned about the current situation-"

"I'm your family, of course I should care--"

Amelia said in a matter-of-fact tone.

family--

Amosta lowered his eyes and chewed the word in his heart. With a soft expression, he rubbed Amelia's head again.

"I don't want to deceive you with lies or shirk anything, and Amelia doesn't want to use excuses to say that this is actually a very complicated issue.

Just like a person who is overly sleepy finds it difficult to fall asleep again, for me, it is also difficult for me to accept love from others——"

Amosta's answer was a bit obscure. Amelia frowned and thought about the meaning of the words, but Amosta interrupted,

"Tell me about you, Amelia, I heard some rumors about you and Sirius now" (End of Chapter)