Hogwarts Homecoming

The first night has arrived, and the regular houses in the residential area are lit up one after another. Although they are not as dazzling as the bright neon lights in the bustling commercial district, the lights of thousands of houses have their own warmth.

The layout of the Det family's small building is very similar to the house that Amosta visited Harry's aunt and uncle, the Dursleys.

This is not surprising. The old couple had been Londoners for most of their lives before coming to New York, and they were more accustomed to the lifestyle there.

In the dining room next to the kitchen, a real family gathering was going on. Among the four people participating, three of them tacitly understood it. Only Amelia looked at her parents who were having a great time chatting with each other in a daze. and Amosta, feeling like an outsider.

Amelia glanced at Amosta's left hand on the table beside her. There was an extra watch on his wrist, and this was what her parents gave Amosta without her knowing it. A gift from Star.

Although Amelia's daily life is now completely biased towards the wizarding world, this does not mean that her common sense of life in the No-Maj world has disappeared. Her parents gave Amosta this watch, which converted into In Long's words, it could probably be worth her one-year income at the Magic Congress.

This was really beyond social etiquette. Amelia was shocked when she saw his parents taking out the gift. What surprised her even more was that she thought Amosta would not accept this expensive gift. But Amosta was silent for only a few seconds, then smiled and thanked her, and at the urging of her parents, she put on the watch.

This is so weird, everything is so irrational!

Taking a sip of pumpkin juice, Amelia bit her lower lip and secretly looked at her parents.

To be honest, she secretly believed that her parents admired Amosta so much because they wanted to bring her and Amosta together.

This idea seemed very absurd and ridiculous to Amelia.

It was impossible for the famous Amosta to fall in love with a little-known girl like her, a 'fake' little Auror from the Security Department who didn't even have a formal internship status. Moreover, she had absolutely no other thoughts toward Amosta except for her reverence.

There is another strange place.

Ever since she was a child, her father had always been very strict about her interactions with boys, so much so that she had never had a formal relationship with a boy so far. It made no sense that after seeing Amosta, her parents She suddenly became anxious and worried about her future.

Of course, this was all her imagination before this dinner.

Amelia thought that some of the topics at this dinner would embarrass her, but the reality was that her parents didn't mention anything about her at all, as if she was innocuous here. .

".That sport called Quidditch actually subverted some of my understanding of wizards--"

The bottle of fire whiskey that Amosta brought had been finished. Mr. Det opened a bottle of whiskey that he had collected and refilled it for Amosta, then turned around and refilled it for Mrs. Det who hardly drank. After half a glass and the three of them drank together, Mr. Det said with a smile,

"I thought wizards would be a very cautious and careful group. Because you never want to show your face in front of ordinary people, but wizards have developed such thrilling sports."

"This is probably the only magic subject that Amelia is not good at——"

Mrs. Det's chubby cheeks turned red under the influence of alcohol, and she said with a smile,

"I remember when she was in third grade, she couldn't stay on a broom very well, and one of her roommates had made the Quidditch team at school, so during the summer, she asked us to give her a broomstick. Broom, we drove her to the field training, remember that?"

"Oh, of course--"

Mr. Det ignored her daughter's tense expression and said cheerfully,

"She ended up hanging on a redwood tree, and the broom she just bought flew into the mountains. The tree was too high for me to climb up, and she couldn't get down without using magic. Fortunately, we met A group of young people climbing mountains. How about you, Amosta, do you like this sport?"

"good--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"But I'm not very good at it either. My reflexes are pretty good, but I just can't apply them to riding a broom. Of course, if you just fly in a straight line, it's not a big problem."

Mr. Det laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Haha, then I think it's a genetic problem!"

Amelia tightened the fork in her hand and had the urge to yell at her father to shut up. Amosta, who was beside her, noticed something and turned to look at her gently.

"What's wrong, Amelia, you don't seem to have any appetite?"

"I"

"Oh, don't worry about her, Amosta -" Mr. Det waved his big hand and said with a smile, "Let's continue talking!"

Amelia bit her lip and looked at her mother a little aggrievedly, but her mother did not look at her at all, but joined in the new topic with great interest.

This cheerful atmosphere also made Amosta relieved. After all, if the Deters showed their intention to 'recognize their relatives' at the dinner, it would also make him feel embarrassed. He even thought about it before coming, if If there was such a sign, he might use magic to intervene.

“Let’s take pictures!”

The delightful meal lasted until nine o'clock in the evening, when Mr. Det had finished drinking his stock, and before Amosta could say goodbye, he trotted from the living room to fetch the camera he had prepared. , and Mrs. Det also pulled the confused Amelia to the living room.

But they encountered a problem. There was no one else here to take pictures of them.

"If you don't mind, Amelia, I think you can help us."

After hesitating for a moment, the drunken Mr. Det handed the camera to Amelia, who had been silent all night.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be like this-"

Seeing the overflowing grievances in Amelia's brown eyes, Amosta said quickly,

"This is not a problem. A little magic can solve this problem."

So, the four of them took dozens of photos in every possible place in the house, and the Deter couple were so excited that they were willing to give up.

A complete full moon in the sky exudes a vast brilliance. High in the sky, wisps of misty cold smoke reveal an ominous color of blood under the moonlight.

Mrs. Det looked out the back window of the living room and exclaimed as if she just discovered it.

"Oh my gosh, it's so late!"

Then, without waiting for Amosta to say goodbye, she quickly ran into their bedroom on the first floor. Then, under Amosta's incomprehensible eyes, she came out with a set of neat and brand-new pajamas, and He stuffed it into Amosta's arms without any explanation, smiling lovingly.

"I have tidied up the guest room upstairs, dear. There is a full set of toiletries in it. You should go to bed early. I will prepare breakfast for you tomorrow morning!"

After saying that, he immediately helped his drunken staggering husband into his wizard's house, leaving Amosta and Amelia standing awkwardly by the stairs, looking at each other.

The darkness on the eve of dawn shrouded the earth, and human activities were suppressed to the lowest level by the laws of nature. In the Magic Capitol Building of the United States, which was open day and night, only the occasional wizard took the elevator up and down the stairs with a listless expression.

The dim light shines on the messy shelves, and a light-blond haired wizard is lying on the messy desk, snoring loudly and sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a wisp of cool wind with a biting chill came, disturbing the sleeping Chago's dream.

He twisted his neck unconsciously, which made the damage caused to his shoulders and neck caused by long-term wrong sleeping position obvious. The unbearable soreness further brought Chago back to reality. He made an inarticulate sound and relaxed his brows. Tight wrinkles.

A dark shadow grew from the shadow cast by the desk on the ground, obscuring the candlelight shining on Chago's face.

The sudden darkness accelerated Chago's awakening. He blinked his eyelids with difficulty, and the hands under his cheeks gradually became stronger, supporting his body to sit up for about two minutes. The process was finally over, and he leaned against the soft back of the chair.

"Who are you?!"

The moment his vision returned to clarity, Chago started to panic, and the silver light shining in the dim space cut off his questioning, so that he would never have the chance to ask again.