Hogwarts Homecoming

boom!

The crisp banging sound awakened the oil and gas lamps embedded on the walls on both sides of the long and narrow entrance hall. Fresh air poured into the room, restoring some vitality to the slightly dull old house. Then there were some crisp sounds, and Kreacher, the old-fashioned house elf who was the butler of Black's old house, appeared in front of several people.

"Welcome back, Master Blaine, Master Sirius, Mr. Lupin, and this one."

Kreacher's ears covered with milky white fur wrinkled, and his fleshy nose also sniffed, and then his shoulders shrank as if he smelled something unpleasant, but between Amosta and Little Under Sirius's scrutinizing gaze, it said in an unclear voice,

"Kreacher does not know this lady's name, but Kreacher welcomes her to the noble and immortal Black family mansion."

"Oh, thank you!"

Amelia was a little surprised to see such an old house elf here, she nodded towards Kreacher,

"I am Amelia Det, you can call me Amelia Kreacher."

There are some opinions deeply rooted in Kreacher's head. An unknown 'Mudblood' calling him by his name made Kreacher feel uncomfortable for a while, but in the end, he restrained some of his past bad habits.

"It will take a while before dinner can be served, Master Blaine, Master Sirius."

"It's okay, we need to chat for a while before dinner, go and do your own thing, Kreacher."

Amosta said.

After bowing, Kreacher disappeared in front of them.

"Did it just barely save its life, Amosta?"

Sirius curled his lips and joked.

"Don't ask for blame, Sirius--"

Remus said pleasantly,

"I think Kreacher has become pretty good now. I haven't heard him call me a 'dirty wolf' in private for a long time."

Master Brain and Master Sirius.

These two names are very common, but when put together, they look very strange. Amelia looked at this old house with flashing eyes, but many places showed extraordinary taste and luxurious style, and she was confused. flood.

Since this house elf is called Master Amosta, it means that the ownership of it and this house belongs to Amosta, but isn't he a Muggle? And Kreacher's welcome speech just now also said that this house belongs to Blake.

"Let's go--"

Amosta looked at her face and glanced sideways at Amelia.

"Let's go to the restaurant and talk about your business."

With that said, Amosta took the lead and walked forward, but his gloomy expression and low aura made Amelia feel terrified.

"don’t worry--"

Sirius smiled slightly and said,

"From what I know about Amosta, although he seems unhappy, he is not actually angry."

Sirius experienced the scene where Amosta and Amelia recognized each other in the hotel at the World Trade Center that night. What they said at the time was vague, and Sirius did not ask any questions later, but through the things he heard , and later in-depth discussions with Remus, the two of them roughly grasped the relationship between Amelia and Amosta.

"You've gotten along with Amosta, Amelia--" Remus also gave a gentle smile to Amelia,

"You know he's actually a very easy person to get along with."

Amelia nodded cautiously and walked forward behind Sirius and Remus.

They stopped in front of the door leading to the underground that Amosta had just entered. Remus suddenly said, "Sirius, if you don't mind, can you help me pack my luggage?"

"oh--"

Sirius was stunned for a moment. After he reacted, he glanced at Amelia vaguely and said in a brisk voice,

"Of course it's no problem, then. Amelia, the restaurant is underground, just go down the stairs. Well, the stairs are relatively short, so you have to be careful not to hit your head."

Of course Amelia knew that they wanted to create an opportunity for herself and Amosta to chat alone. She bit her lower lip and nodded. After watching the two people walk up the stairs, she took a deep breath and pushed away the half-covered door. wooden door.

The clean and clear glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling exudes a steady light, illuminating the cave-like deep room quite brightly. At the end of the room was a rough stone fireplace. The house elf they had just met in the foyer was busy preparing dinner, while Amosta sat in the middle of a long wooden table near the outside, gently rubbing his hands. own eyebrows.

Amelia bit her lip again. She went down the long and narrow stone stairs to the ground and walked to the wooden table.

snap——

Amosta snapped his fingers, and the tinkling sound on the other side of the fireplace suddenly disappeared. He took a breath and looked at Amelia, who was a little nervous. Unbearable appeared in his heart, and his expression and voice softened a lot.

"Sit down, Amelia—"

Hearing this, Amelia obediently pulled out a stool and sat down carefully.

The two people looked at each other speechlessly, and the slightest weirdness in the dull atmosphere made Amosta want to laugh.

Amelia was clearly the senior one between the two of them, but she sat there like a child about to be criticized, nervously waiting for Amosta's wrath.

"How did you get here?"

Rubbing his eyebrows again, Amosta sighed and asked

"There is news from the Ministry of Magic that Cornelius Fudge has ordered that no Auror from the Magical Congress of the United States of America be allowed to enter the UK. How did you break through this obstacle?"

Amelia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to be calm and said,

"I resigned."

"Resigned?"

Amosta was astonished.

"But becoming an Auror is your dream, isn't it? As far as I know, the Magical Congress only accepts the best young wizards. By chance, you have such an opportunity, and you also participated in the battle against vampires. , which is a great boost for your career in the Security Department, but you gave up on your own initiative and came to the British wizarding world to get involved? "

Like a parent who is worried about his child's future, Amosta's tone was laced with criticism.

"It was indeed my dream to enter the Magical Congress and become an Auror,"

Somehow, when Amosta really expressed his dissatisfaction, Amelia suddenly found that the slightest fear in her heart disappeared, and instead was filled with a warm feeling, just like Amosta When she touched her wand, the warmth rushed into her body.

This warmth gave Amelia courage. She puffed out her chest and said without fear,

"But after what happened with Trak Graves and witnessing Chairman Kohaug twisting right and wrong for the so-called greater interests of politicians, I found that I may not be suitable for the work of the Magic Congress."

"If you feel that you can't adapt to dirty politics, you can find another job in the American wizarding world. If you are willing, I can ask Remus to recruit you to be the business leader of the workshop in the United States and lead it there. "

Amosta frowned and said,

"You are very smart, Amelia. You should know that Voldemort will not send his Death Eaters if our relationship is exposed."

"I know the risks."

For a long time, no one dared to interrupt Amosta, but Amelia glared at Amosta with stern eyes, contrary to her usual quietness, and said loudly

"The dark wizard who cannot even be named in this country, I know his danger and the harm he can do, so I came here. As your family member, I can't let you fight alone, can I?"

"I'm not alone in this struggle, Amelia--"

Amosta said,

"In addition to Dumbledore, there are also a group of like-minded people who are fighting with me, such as Sirius and Remus. Oh, these are not the point, Amelia, you need to go back to New York, your home There, your parents are not young anymore, and they need you too."

"They know everything."

Amelia interrupted Amosta's ramblings again, her eyes were firm, and she frowned and said,

"They're the ones who begged me to come here to take care of you!"