Hogwarts Homecoming

The clear moonlight pours into the Seine River, adding a bit of sparkling light to the river surface that reflects the bustling neon lights of this international romantic capital.

The Muggle couple who walked out of the ancient Greek cross-shaped building held hands and walked along the riverside, bathing in the first night wind that had not yet been infected by the chill.

They walked towards the steel tower standing in the night, passing by the riverside park and a row of local-style coffee shops.

When passing by a building that was incompatible with this dazzling urban style, the boy was the first to stop and cast a surprised look at it.

From the outside, it looks like an abandoned hotel.

The exterior walls of the hotel have peeled off under the influence of time and appear to be in disrepair.

The window sash has all been removed, and the window holes embedded in the crumbling wall are like black eyeballs, which are intimidating to look at twice.

The boy looked away unnaturally and looked at a row of wooden fences rooted in the grass a few steps away, with eye-catching fonts warning people on them:

Dangerous building, entry is prohibited, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!

The boy unconsciously clenched the girl's hand and took a few steps away in the opposite direction.

"Oh, don't worry, Char, this building has been here since I was born, and there has never been any accidents in all these years!"

The girl seemed to be a local, and she explained to the boy with a smile.

"Were you here when you were born?"

The boy smacked his lips and looked at his girlfriend in surprise.

"Perhaps it will take longer -"

The girl shrugged and said,

"I remember my dad said something similar -"

The boy glanced at the nearby Iron Tower and looked around. As far as he could see, except for this old building that vaguely showed the luxury of the past, there were busy commercial streets nearby.

"All right--"

The boy with black hair and black eyes curled his lips.

"Rich Frenchman."

He stared at a dark window hole on the second floor of the abandoned building a few more times, and then shivered a few times for no reason.

"Let's go, I don't feel comfortable with this house. Maybe it's haunted -"

"There are indeed similar rumors, do you want to hear them?"

As the two walked away, the girl's teasing laughter gradually dissipated in the wind.

"Don't forget to always be alert, Sirius!"

A sudden growl from behind startled Sirius. He quickly stood up from leaning against the gilded window frame, turned his gaze, and glared dissatisfied at the wizard behind him.

"Dignitaries from the entire European magical world are gathered here. Alastor, whoever wants to attack here is crazy!"

"Our opponents are exactly a group of lunatics, Sirius."

Alastor knocked his cane on the ground and turned to look at the luxurious and elegant hall.

Under the radiance of a crystal chandelier that occupied one-tenth of the area of ​​the spacious banquet hall, well-dressed wizards and witches mingled with each other.

"Tsk tsk--"

Alastor then smacked his lips, his face covered with centipede-like scars twitched, and the blue magic eyes in his eye sockets were too lazy to move.

"However, it is indeed a boring occasion. The world is on fire, and politicians are singing and dancing while saving the world!"

"That's why Amosta and Dumbledore chose not to come--"

Sirius stretched and huffed and smiled.

Before tomorrow's final preparatory meeting for the joint forces, the heads of the Ministry of Magic of all countries participating in the "Mutual Defense Treaty" will of course gather together to celebrate this great moment.

The person standing in the spotlight is the Vice-President (Executive) of the International Confederation of Wizards, Hope Dregern.

This old-fashioned, unsmiling person in the eyes of the world may be in high spirits during happy events. He frequently toasted to the MACUSA, Chairman Kohaug, and Minister Bones around him.

The remaining vice-presidents of the seven-person federation are also doing their best to entertain dignitaries from various countries.

Looking around, in the splendid banquet hall, the only ones who were incompatible with the harmonious atmosphere were Sirius and Alastor.

They were not guests of the Union, but attended the banquet as the escort of Minister Bones.

The only guards who could receive such an honor were Sirius and Alastor.

After all, Alastor has been appointed to be the operational commander of the soon-to-be-formed joint force, and Sirius.

With his glorious deeds of staying in Azkaban for thirteen years, he also won a ticket to the banquet.

The Aurors brought by the heads of the Ministry of Magic of other countries were arranged in the small hall next door.

"Such an occasion must be boring for you, right?"

After a while, Minister Bones finally found a chance to get rid of Vice Chairman Dregern and the other ministers who were surrounding her in preparation for friendship. He walked to Alastor and Sirius who were enjoying the breeze in front of the window, and asked with a smile. ,

"Especially you, Sirius, I bet you can't wait to get back to Remus-"

Sirius, who was wearing a dark green wizard robe with his pockets inserted and a cheerful smile on his face, seemed a bit unconventional in this occasion where everyone was wearing a mask.

"Remus and Tonks have been rehearsing the wedding for the past few days, and I chose not to take leave just to avoid these troublesome things, Minister--"

"Ah, I thought you insisted on coming because you were worried about my safety--"

Minister Bones chuckled, looked at Alastor again, and said kindly,

"Maybe you should get to know some wizards in this banquet hall with me, Alastor. You will have to deal with them in the future."

"No offense, Minister--"

Alastor shouted at the top of his voice,

"If being the commander of the operation means that I have to flatter politicians, then I would rather stay in the wooden box for another year!"

Even Minister Bones was amused by Alastor's sudden words. She was about to say something, but she saw Alastor and Sirius frowning at the same time, looking behind them, and one hand retracted into the sleeve.

Amelia turned around and saw a waiter walking towards her.

And the three of them could see from the waiter's gait with his eyebrows down that this unprepossessing waiter tried his best not to attract the attention of extra people.

"Sorry to bother you, are you Minister Bones of the British Ministry of Magic?"

No one here doesn't know Amelia, who saved the decline of the British magic world in times of crisis.

But the waiter still bowed in front of Amelia and asked more questions.

Amelia looked at the waiter, nodded after a while,

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Bana hopes to talk to you, Minister Bones, it's upstairs--"

The waiter said.

"Bana?"

The raised eyebrows made Amelia look more majestic, and her sharp eyes fell on the waiter,

"I didn't hear that it would attend this banquet?"

Sirius and Alastor behind Amelia were alert for a while.

They came out from behind Minister Bones at the same time, came behind the waiter without making a sound, ready to strike a thunderbolt at the suspicious waiter at any time!

The waiter who clearly noticed the actions of the two seemed unaware of everything, he just bowed again,

"You also need to bring Mr. Black and Mr. Moody. This is Vice President Brian's plan--"

"Amo."

Sirius blurted out in surprise, but immediately realized that it was not appropriate to call out Amosta's name, and he closed his mouth again.

"Don't play tricks, kid!"

Alastor locked his magic eyes on the waiter and threatened in a low voice.

But the waiter refused to say more, just slightly bent his body.

Amelia squinted her eyes and looked at the waiter deeply. Then, she looked around the still noisy banquet hall, and after a few seconds of hesitation,

"Let's go, take us to see Bana--" (End of this chapter)