Hogwarts Homecoming

The Aurors from the Security Department turned the house upside down but found nothing. Even they themselves were not surprised by this result. If it was really Amosta Brain who killed Chago Pio. Leo, then he would definitely not treat his wand so lightly.

Mr. and Mrs. Det snuggled next to Amelia, looking at the wizards who made a mess in their house after Amosta left, feeling both angry and panicked.

Amelia looked at all this with a pale face. For the first time, she felt that entering the Security Department seemed to be a completely wrong dream.

The morning light shines through the glass window of the living room like a soft note, illuminating the room.

The Aurors finally calmed down. They waved their wands to return the furnishings in the house to their original positions, and then gathered in the living room.

Without Amosta Brain present, these Aurors were undoubtedly more relaxed. Selina nodded coldly to the Det family on the sofa and left through the fireplace that was temporarily connected to the Floo network.

Ariel seemed to want to comfort Amelia a few more words. After all, this little girl would become their colleague in the future. However, when he caught a glimpse of Amelia's cold expression, he sighed quietly in his heart and said nothing. , hurried away through the fireplace.

They still had to go to Blaine's hotel.

The flickering green flames in the fireplace finally stopped, and a small flame burned in the ashes-covered hearth, and would go out at any time.

Now only the Det family was left, but they did not exchange anything about what had just happened. The room returned to silence. Only Mrs. Det was sobbing softly, and Mr. Det's eyes were red, and he gently stroked his wife's cheek. back.

Amelia's two delicate fists were clenched on her knees. She didn't say hello to the security department. She even broke into her home without clear evidence and frightened her parents. She hated it, but her There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, not knowing what to do.

"We have to go help that kid-"

Mrs. Det, who had stopped being frightened and sad, suddenly grabbed her husband's hand. She looked very emotionally unstable and looked at her husband with tearful eyes.

"We can't let anything happen to that child again, Amosta. If Bena knew that we didn't protect her child, what would she say?"

Veins appeared on Mr. Det's thick arms. He seemed to have trouble breathing. His solemn face was full of pain.

"You're right, dear—"

Mr. Det's voice was hoarse,

"We have to do something, that kid Bena, if these bastards dare to hurt him, I swear I will go to the Wizarding United Nations to sue them. Now, we. We need-"

It is not the United Nations of Wizards, but the International Federation of Wizards. Moreover, this organization does not accept regular cases, and they have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the ministries of magic of various countries. As for hurting Amosta Brain, Amelia believed that MACUSA would not have the guts.

Lynching the world's leading magician?

Don't be kidding, that's Amosta Braine, who is known as the most powerful wizard in the world. Not to mention Amosta's well-known names, he is the deputy principal of Hogwarts, and he is deeply loved by Amos. Dumbledore's trust.

Amelia can be sure that if the news of Amosta's 'detention' spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar internationally. The British Ministry of Magic will definitely send a letter to question, and even Albus Dumbledore will rush there in person. New York is no exaggeration either.

But Amelia didn't tell her parents this. Her attention was attracted by something else, and she was keenly aware that this was a very important thing that could answer her doubts.

"Bena."

Amelia raised her head, her beautiful brown eyes still filled with confusion.

"Who is Bena. Bena's child, I don't understand."

Mrs. Det's sobs suddenly stopped. When she came to her senses, she avoided her daughter's eyes and looked very frightened. Mr. Det also pursed his lips, but his arms were still slightly moving. Trembling.

"Tell me, mom and dad--"

Amelia suddenly stood up and stared blankly at her parents who were standing next to each other. There was a kind of distrustful anger in her voice.

"What are you hiding? Bena's child is Amosta, right? Do you know Amosta's mother, Bena?"

Facing their youngest daughter's questioning, they lowered their heads in shame. The living room was completely silent except for Amelia's increasingly heavy breathing. But the suffocating silence did not last long.

The golden-pink sunlight penetrated the layers of leaves and shone into the living room. Bathed in the fragmented light and shadow, Mr. Det raised the back of his hand to wipe his wet eyes, his heavy back stooped like never before.

He first looked at Amelia sadly, and then said to his wife in a hoarse voice,

"Amelia. I have been thinking about this issue for some time. We shouldn't hide it."

Mrs. Det covered her face in pain, and her shoulders twitched even more fiercely, but she did not object to this statement.

Amelia watched her father stand up with difficulty. She felt distressed and subconsciously wanted to help him. However, Mr. Det waved his hand and walked back to his bedroom with a somewhat staggering step. But a minute later, he came out again, looking sad and holding a photo album in his hand.

From the faded cover, Amelia could tell that this photo album had a long history.

"for you--"

Mr. Det's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.

Amelia looked at the photo album with yellowed curled edges. There was a family photo stuck under the closed glass in the center.

Judging from the costumes in the background of the photo, it seems to be Christmas of a certain year. One of the three people occupying the photo is her. But their expressions are very cold and hard. Amelia can recognize the other couple. Her parents were just much younger than they are now, looking only in their forties.

"I"

Amelia glanced at her father who suddenly looked much older and her mother who was crying in confusion, and then stared at the photo for a while.

"When did we take pictures? But something's wrong, you're much younger and I"

Amelia opened the hard shell of the cover and began to look at the photos inside.

It started with a young couple and a newborn baby in a photo studio. The couple had bright smiles on their faces, while the baby was crying very hard.

Unconsciously, Amelia held her breath and looked back.

The couple grows old and the baby grows up.

At the beginning, everyone in the photo was smiling happily. The smiles became brighter and brighter.

However, after a certain point in time, the curvature of the corners of the couple's mouths gradually calmed down, and the girl, whose grown-up baby was almost exactly like her, became more and more surly in her eyebrows, and some signs began to appear on her body. Unconventional things, such as lip nails, such as tattoos, such as colorful hair and weird outfits.

In the photos on the last few pages of the album, there seems to be no warmth between the couple and the girl in the photos, and their eyes are cold. Amelia even noticed that the girl and the couple were standing very close, but both parties tried their best to Touch each other.

Amelia closed the photo album and brushed her fingertips over the curled edges of the photo album. She found that there was no dust in the folds and cracks of the cover. It looked like it had been well cared for.

"she is--"

Amelia raised her head, looked at her silent parents, and asked in despair,

"who is she?"

The passing breeze stirred the sycamore trees outside the window. Amidst the rustling of leaves, Amosta Det, who had been silent for a while, raised his head and looked at his little daughter. His chapped lips wriggled.

"That's your sister. Her name is Belina Det."