Hogwarts Homecoming

Brooklyn, New York.

The No-Maj taxi carrying Amosta and Amelia drove eastward after crossing the Brooklyn Bridge connecting Manhattan Island and Brooklyn. After traveling along the East River for ten minutes, it turned west and passed a After a road lined with lush sycamore trees, we stopped at an elegant and quiet road.

The refreshing evening breeze of the first night lingered in the spacious and clean streets. The dim yellow light cast by the street lamps set off the light brown exterior walls of the not particularly tall but grand antique buildings on both sides of the road with an elegant style.

There are not many pedestrians on the road, only the occasional No-Maj chickens that appear in the high-end restaurants and hotels located on the roadside.

Amosta stared at a few No-Majs who quickly walked into a hotel after getting off the limousine. His eyes returned and wandered around.

"Is there an ambush?"

Seeing his appearance, Amelia pursed her lips nervously and swallowed.

Regarding the invitation letter handed to Amosta from the Muggle world, Amosta finally decided to attend the banquet. Although Remus did not agree with Amosta's decision, he could not reverse it.

The preliminary cooperation plan drawn up with MACUSA left Remus with no time to spare, and after Amosta told him that the expansion of the workshop was even related to their battle with Voldemort, Remus did not dare to take it lightly.

He must devote himself wholeheartedly to his work and carry out what Amosta instructed.

Therefore, he could no longer accompany Amosta to this very suspicious and equally dangerous invitation. At his insistence, Amosta agreed to take Amelia with him.

It's not that Remus expects Amelia to protect Amosta if he encounters danger, but that at least at critical times, Amelia can provide her wand.

"Well--"

After looking around, Amosta shook his head and said in a brisk tone.

"No, everything looks normal. However, the environment here is really nice. I think it is very suitable for a date."

Amelia, whose drunkenness had long since dissipated, returned to her usual stoic face.

After spending some time with Amosta, she has long been used to the occasionally out-of-character behavior of this internationally renowned magician. She is convinced that Amosta is not 'teasing' her, because as a girl with an extraordinary appearance, , from childhood to adulthood, she herself couldn't remember how many boys she had faced.

Being able to clearly feel the kind of emotions a boy has towards her is not a great skill for girls with delicate emotions. It can be done without magic. Amelia couldn't hear the slightest bit of charm in Amosta's words. Meaning comes.

After walking for a while, Amosta and Amelia arrived at the agreed upon location.

The cafe agreed upon by the person who sent the letter was not like the small street cafes Amosta had seen on the streets of Paris and Bologna, but was very exquisite and luxurious.

When he opened the door, a strong aroma of coffee hit his nostrils, which made Amosta, who didn't particularly like this drink, raise his eyebrows unexpectedly.

The cafe, which is about the size of two or three classrooms, is bathed in a unique iron grille ceiling. The strands hanging from the ceiling are shrouded in the soft yellow light emitted by incandescent bulbs under retro glass lampshades. On the small stage opposite the main entrance, a A tall, graceful Muggle girl wearing a light blue dress was playing a soothing and melodious piano piece.

Amelia pursed her dry lips and scanned the few customers in the cafe with vigilant eyes to determine which one had written the letter to Amosta.

"Hello, sir, madam--"

A waiter came over with a trained smile that was refreshing,

"How can I serve you two?"

The Muggle waiter said politely, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The people who can come and go in the neighborhood are all elites and high-end people, well-dressed and luxurious. However, the young man and woman in front of him, who look like lovers, are very ordinary in their clothes, but strangely, they have a unique look. His temperament doesn't look like an ordinary young man who walked into the store out of curiosity.

"We've already reserved a spot—"

Amosta said in a soothing, low voice, "Let me think about it. Well, it should be table fourteen."

"OK--"

The waiter hid his little doubts in his heart, bowed, and led Amosta and Amelia to a room behind a huge and unique medieval sailing ship model near the cafe. A dining table.

Amelia took the menu table handed over by the waiter, flipped through a few pages, twitched her nose, and muttered subconsciously,

"too expensive--"

"It doesn't matter,"

Amosta said nonchalantly,

"You can get whatever you like, and we won't be the ones paying the bill anyway."

The corner of Amelia's mouth twitched, and she obediently ordered two cups of Gesha coffee and some exquisite desserts.

Melodious piano music surrounded my ears, and the few guests at the few tables were only talking softly. Not many voices could be heard in the huge cafe.

"The person who invited you hasn't come yet?"

The elegant environment around her made Amelia a little uncomfortable. Although she was a wizard, she only came from an ordinary Muggle family.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was about ten minutes before eight o'clock. Amosta nodded.

"As you can see, the customers and waiters in this cafe are all No-Majs, and the only wizards are us."

"But why does he want to meet here?"

Amelia looked through the sails of the huge sailboat model to the guests a few tables away. She felt a faint sense of uneasiness in her heart, but she couldn't explain why.

"If you're asking for my opinion—"

Amosta took a sip of the flower tea he had been enjoying for free while waiting. The sweet taste made veins jump on his forehead.

"Just in case."

Before Amelia could ask, Amosta took the initiative to explain,

"Those missing 5X level magical creatures have left the Department of Security investigating for several months without any clues. Mr. Newt Scamander told me that the criminal who committed the crime did not leave any traceable clues at the scene. Then, how could a whistleblower suddenly appear for such a perfect crime, unless——"

"Unless he is involved in a crime!"

Amelia's eyes widened and her voice became tight.

Amosta nodded slightly,

"I think so. Then the person who invited me out should also have expected that I would have guessed this. In order to prevent himself from falling into my hands, or, I reported to the security department. So, he picked a hemp Meeting us at Gua’s place is not an unexpected event.”

Amosta looked around casually, paused, and then continued,

"This coffee shop and nearby restaurants and hotels all serve people with status in No-Maj society. If the communication goes unpleasantly, this kind of environment will make me jealous. After all, these No-Majs with status don't understand. If he dies, the impact on No-Maj society will be greater than that of ordinary people.”

"Despicable criminal."

Amelia said uncontrollably, with disgust in her eyes.

"Maybe, I think this guy might be in some kind of trouble--"

Amosta said calmly,

"Knowing that meeting Amosta Blaine is a very risky thing, but he still insists on doing it, I'm afraid he will be in quite a lot of trouble."

The melodious piano music in the coffee shop reached a climax before it ended. The sudden impassioned melody stopped all the whispers in the coffee shop, and all the customers looked at the girl playing the music with appreciative eyes.

Wow.

The music suddenly stops at the climax, leaving only the lingering sound.

The girl who played elegantly lifted up her skirt and stood up from her seat. A smile appeared on her delicate face. She leaned forward to express her gratitude to the audience who applauded her, while her eyes turned to a little distance. When she saw Amosta Brain, she seemed to be surprised by this man's handsome appearance and extraordinary temperament, and she was slightly distracted for a moment.

Amosta also applauded the Muggle girl for her superb skills, and also nodded and smiled at the girl.

After seeing this scene in her eyes and watching the girl return to the inner room to rest, Amelia passed by the group of reluctant men in the coffee shop and suddenly asked,

"Do you guys like girls like this?"

"What?"

Amosta asked in shock, then came back to his senses,

"Oh no, I don't agree with others"

When, when, when——

The wall clock rang, and the door of the coffee shop opened. Amosta glanced over, then his breath converged and his tone was calm,

"The person we were waiting for is here."