Hogwarts Homecoming

When I was in school, it wasn’t that Amosta’s office door had been stuffed with letters by those energetic senior little witches, but Amosta had never been told by a middle-aged man that he admired her face to face. experience.

In his chatter, Amosta figured out that the wizard's name was Anison Cowan, and he dreamed of becoming an Auror who could fight the darkness, but unfortunately, the wizard who studied at Hogwarts back then was Anison Cowan. At that time, I didn't get two NEWTs certificates at all. It was useless to join the Ministry of Magic. I could only come to St. Mungo's to see the door.

He didn't stop talking until Amosta agreed to help him get an autograph.

"I'm going to report to you, sir, please take this time to register your personal information." Anison shrugged innocently and said,

"Presumably you also know that those noble and big figures don't like any accidents."

Anison pointed to the large notebook on the table and the quill in the inkwell, then opened the door and squeezed in through the crack, grumbling as he left,

"Oh, Malfoy, that family is not easy to deal with, they're all stern--"

Amostar laughed out loud, Lucius must have been extremely annoyed that Draco had been controlled by his old colleague with the Imperius Curse for so long.

Anison came back quickly. Amosta had just filled in his name and the information of the patients he intended to visit in the registration book, when the golden door creaked and Anison squeezed out again. , and behind him, Lucius Malfoy stepped out with his hands on the self-rebounding door panel.

"Huh, this is the-"

Such a back and forth journey seemed to be a huge consumption for Anison, but he didn't dare to be too unrestrained in front of Lucius Malfoy, so he said with difficulty suppressing his breath.

A face that came into view was as gloomy as expected, but at this moment, the light gray eyes inlaid on this gloomy face still showed a trace of astonishment and vigilance.

Before Lucius opened his mouth to question, Amosta spoke first,

"Go in and talk, Mr. Malfoy, I don't want to cause a commotion here."

The familiar voice and tone made Lucius immediately understand that the strange man in front of him was not a liar. Reminiscent of the popularity of Amosta Bryan in the magic world these days, Lucius immediately understood that he was so The intention of doing it.

"Come in--"

Lucius pursed his dry lips and said, welcoming Amosta into the VIP area.

Although it is only separated by a door, the environment here is obviously much quieter, the colors of the floor tiles and walls are softer, the air is filled with a refreshing fragrance, and all kinds of admirable ornamental bonsai are filled with aisles.

Because there were people in the corridor, Amosta and Lucius didn't talk about anything. They walked through a resplendent circular lounge and stopped in front of a wooden door inlaid with gold patterns.

"Come in--"

Lucius made a gesture and pushed the door open.

When this ward unfolded in front of his eyes, Amosta understood what these extravagant pure-blood wizard families were all about.

This is a room about the same size as the emptied Dumbledore's office - widened by the No Trace Stretching Curse, and on the dome engraved with artistic patterns, two lamps made of thousands of pure white crystal stones The large chandelier shines brightly in the bright sunlight.

The soft carpet under your feet is velvet, and the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls are obviously not graffiti.

On one side of the room, in a fireplace made of bricks and stones carved with mermaid and veela figures, the gentle flames are radiating warmth to the whole room, and the wood used as fuel is obviously not ordinary pine wood. It is sandalwood, which fills the air with just the right aroma to refresh the mind.

"Sinful rich man—"

Amosta has returned to its original appearance, and he sighed with emotion at this palace-like luxurious room.

On the big bed by the window, Draco sat up from his sleeping position with an excited expression on his face. He seemed to want to get out of bed to meet Professor Brian, but his current Narcissa Malfoy stopped him.

"How do you feel, Draco?"

Amosta walked past Lucius, stepped up the steps to Draco's bed, nodded to Draco's mother, and looked at Draco with a smile.

In terms of destructiveness, the Imperius Curse may be the largest of the three Unforgivable Curses, but the effect after being cursed is indeed the mildest. During the years when Voldemort was aggressive, many wizards who did not want to join forces with him were controlled by this spell However, after the treatment, no serious sequelae were left, and this was why Amosta was willing to take a gamble and did not rescue Draco immediately.

Draco's complexion looked good, he was no longer pale and dazed, but there was still some confusion in the depths of his pupils.

"I didn't expect you to come to see me. I feel pretty good, Professor Blaine—"

Draco grinned,

"The best team of therapists in St. Mungo's is obviously more professional than the school hospital in our poor school. My parents paid them a small fee to have them provide full service. I was basically cured, oh, not all. .”

At the mention of Peter, Draco shivered in horror.

"Relax, honey—"

Draco's mother immediately wrapped Draco's head nervously, patted Draco's back gently and said,

"Don't be afraid, you are already safe, and your father and I can assure you that the despicable and despicable person who dares to hurt you, the price he will pay is his life!"

Lucius also stood on the edge of Draco's bed, clenched his fists and nodded.

"I'm fine, Mom!"

Being treated like this by his mother in front of Professor Brian, Draco felt a little ashamed, as if it seemed how weak he was, he took a few deep breaths, restrained the discomfort in his heart, pushed his mother away, and said with a smile ,

"There is a memory that is very fuzzy. Professor Blaine, the therapist of St. Mungo's said that it is best not to interfere with humans, and those memories will come back slowly by themselves!"

"It's true—"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"This phenomenon is not caused by the Imperius Curse. I guess, Peter probably wants to clean your memory about him in your brain, but his memory magic is very clumsy, and the effect is not very successful. Gradually stabilize, those memories hidden by magic will slowly recover."

With Professor Brian's confirmation, not only Draco, but also his parents were secretly relieved.

Although this ward is luxurious enough, his parents have never allowed him to go out, so this place is no different from a prison for Draco, the only way to spend a lot of time is to read the latest magazines and newspapers , and the news of the last few days made him inexplicably excited

".I heard that you killed Greyback and nearly a hundred of his subordinates. Professor, I bet that the headmaster of Hogwarts is definitely better than Dumbledore if you take it. Is it possible? Speaking of ousting Dumbledore, my dad almost did it last year."

"Draco!"

Amosta hasn't answered yet, Lucius's face darkened first,

"It's not something you need to worry about."

Draco immediately restrained his smile, looking a little sullen, but then he asked Amosta about the big and small things that happened in school when he was under control. After all, most of the memories of that time were vague.

Amosta drew out his wand and waved it, and an ottoman by the fireplace hopped happily on its four legs and landed behind Amosta's buttocks.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong—"

Amosta sat down generously, and described it to Draco with a smile on his legs crossed.

"--Oh, a bunch of cowardly, incompetent fellows, I'll make them look good!"

Ten minutes later, when Amosta finished talking about Draco's treatment in Slytherin during that time, Draco swore angrily,

"Guys like Daphne, Theodore, and Millison, who gave them the courage to keep pushing me away!"

Now that Draco has returned to normal, Amosta has no intention of talking about the conflicts among the students. He turned his eyes and looked at the Malfoys who were maintaining extreme restraint with a smile.

"So, you two, regarding the secrets behind Draco's attack, I believe Connelly must have appointed relevant personnel to explain to you, right?"