Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta used a little sleight of hand when he left the hotel where he was staying. He changed his appearance, and the reason for doing so was to cause unnecessary trouble.

Although he hasn't left his room these days, through letters and various newspapers delivered on time every morning, he probably knows how much repercussions he has caused in the magic world.

To be honest, in his heart, Amosta does not expect to become a celebrity, he enjoys living in the shadows more easily, but since that night by the seaside, after destroying the cave where Voldemort hid the Horcrux, He understood one thing.

One day in the future, Voldemort really returns to the wizarding world, and when he tries to stir up trouble again, it's just a beautiful vision to stay out of it if Voldemort doesn't find him.

In fact, he couldn't afford to watch so many innocent wizards and Muggles die tragically, just like those ghouls in the lake.

Is Voldemort scary?

For ordinary people, this is a question that can be answered without thinking, but for Amostar or Dumbledore, the answer is not terrible, but very difficult.

Once the dispute resumes, it is very likely to turn into a protracted war. The outcome of the war is not determined by a duel, but a confrontation between two or more huge groups.

Headed by Voldemort, some radical-minded families in the pure-blood wizard family and dark creature groups who have long been dissatisfied with the order of the wizarding world dominated by wizards. And, I hope that the magic world will subtly complete the transformation in peace, represented by Dumbledore. In addition, with the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, as the spokesperson, they hope to stick to the rules and reject both change and the "conservatives" who reject returning to the Middle Ages.

When the three forces are fighting each other, Amostar must ensure that his independent voice can be heard, otherwise he will be reduced to a "super thug", Dumbledore's or the Ministry of Magic's.

For this, he had to make some 'sacrifices'.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is not far from the Ministry of Magic. However, it is not built underground like the Ministry of Magic, because it is not particularly hygienic. Moreover, many patients need to enjoy full sunlight. You can't just Leaning on the window to transmit a little sunny picture to fool the patient.

But in terms of the entrance style, St. Mungo's and the Ministry of Magic are similar.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry was established on a Muggle commercial street in downtown London. There are some Muggle clothing stores and boutiques on both sides of the spacious road, so the traffic on this street is not small.

"It's strange, the rent here is not cheap, but it's never opened—"

A Muggle woman carrying a large bag passed behind Amosta, and although his appearance had changed, Amosta exuded a unique temperament on his body, which made the Muggle woman take a second look. , which also sparked her complaints about the shop Amosta was watching.

In front of Amosta is an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. Its decayed and deserted appearance is exactly the same as the telephone booth at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

There are only a few cracked dummies in the window, with wigs on one side, in various poses, and costumes from at least ten years ago. A large 'Closed for Renovation' sign hung on the dusty deadbolt.

Although Amosta knew the location of St. Mungo, he had never 'consumed' it before, and his level of potion was outstanding. Or he took care of all the injuries he received due to carelessness when performing missions in the underground world.

After wandering his eyes and pondering for a moment, Amosta put his face close to the ugliest dummy,

"Well, I'm Amosta Bryan from Hogwarts, and I'm here to visit my students and colleagues."

The dummy in the window nodded slightly, and gestured to Amosta with fingers connected together. Immediately, Amosta noticed a change in the space in front of him, and an invisible door opened in his field of vision. .

Outside is a bustling busy street, and the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is no less noisy than outside. There are many patients in line making very strange noises. Amosta saw one of the people in line with a full head The Great Khan Witch seemed to have used the Body Transfiguration by mistake, her face became square and wide, and she kept making a sharp whistle while swallowing steam.

And the front page of the Daily Prophet that the witch held in her hand to cool herself down had a photo of herself at the press conference a few days ago printed on it.

The people who appeared here were either enduring the pain, or they were busy kicking their feet. No one would care about the curious look of an ordinary-looking wizard.

At the front of the queue of patients was the table at the information desk, and behind the table sat a fat blonde witch, but she basically didn't like to answer the patient's inquiries, she just pointed impatiently at a piece of instructions standing next to her hand again and again. Big brand, tightly clutching a copy of the latest "Wizard Weekly" in his fat hand.

When she was free, the chubby blond witch would smile foolishly at a young wizard with soft features and an upright figure on the cover of the weekly magazine.

Amosta shuddered and quickly looked away.

He didn't ask which ward Draco Malfoy was in, but just glanced at the guide board, and knew that he should go to the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor.

Following the staggering patient, Amosta walked out of the waiting room and passed a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous therapists on both sides. Amosta also saw a portrait of Adele Foley inside.

From the ceiling in the hallway floats a stream of crystal bubbles that look like soap bubbles and hold lighted candles inside. The therapists' offices on both sides were full of unlucky wizards coming in and out. A yellow stench suddenly came out of a door when Amosta passed by, and at the same time, wailing could be heard faintly behind the closed door. Voice.

Speaking of which, except for the time when he was living in an orphanage when he was young, he has never stepped into the gate of a hospital in the past ten years. Of course, the school hospital is another.

By the time he reached the fifth floor, Amosta had already captured Draco's magic power in the chaotic magic environment. He was in a ward at the end of the long corridor, which was separated from the chaotic environment outside by a big golden wooden door. , a middle-aged wizard with a big belly was also flipping through a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Among the pure-blood wizarding families, the Malfoy family theory is also second to none.

Lucius Malfoy would definitely not be reconciled to letting Draco be crowded with all the 'inferior people'. It can be predicted that Draco must be served by the best team of therapists in St. Mungo's.

"sorry for bothering--"

Amosta tapped on the wooden table in front of the middle-aged wizard, facing the pair of empty and confused eyes after putting down the newspaper, he said politely,

"I'm here to visit Draco Malfoy, could you please open the door?"

"oh!"

The middle-aged wizard hurriedly got up to open the door, but when his hand landed on the lock, he suddenly came back to his senses, turned and stared vigilantly at Amosta who had changed his face,

"Have you made an appointment and obtained permission in advance, sir, if not, according to the rules, I cannot let you in!"

"Ah, what a pity, I just had a temporary idea, and I didn't say hello in advance--"

Amosta smiled and said, "Well, can you please go and pass it on, just say that I'm a professor in that kid's school, yes, I taught him the Levitation Charm personally. I believe he will let me in."

Do you still teach the floating spell by hand?

The middle-aged security wizard stared at Amosta suspiciously, slandering in his heart, but then he opened his eyes wide and excitedly shook the newspaper in his hand towards Amosta,

"Professors at the school--you mean, Hogwarts, then--you must know Mr. Amosta Brayne, he's famous isn't he, I mean uh, maybe presumptuous, but you Can you ask him for an autograph for me, I wrote to him but it's been three days and I haven't gotten any response!

Oh. I miss the time when Lockhart was safe. He never kept me waiting for more than a day! "