Hogwarts Homecoming

"It's them who implore you."

Amosta squinted his eyes and stared at Amelia's brown pupils that reflected the firelight of the fireplace, almost exactly the same as his, trying to see the lie in them, but after a moment, his attempt ended in failure.

After a long silence, Amosta shook his head slightly and his voice became deeper.

"They may not know the danger of this matter. Amelia, you know that your parents have already lost a daughter. Do you want them to lose another daughter at this age?"

"I've said they know everything."

Amelia's fists resting on her knees were clenched tightly.

"They know that the British wizarding community may be facing war, but because of this, we have unanimously decided that I will come back to the British wizarding community to help you because you are the one who is in the greatest danger."

It has to be said that Amosta did feel the warmth of his relatives, but because of this, he was unwilling to indulge Amelia and take the initiative to get involved in the whirlpool.

"No one can bring me danger, Amelia."

Amosta said in a cold tone,

"Even if I really face danger, if I can't protect myself, with all due respect, Amelia, what can you do?"

"I can help you fight the Death Eaters, just like Remus and Sirius, by joining the Order of the Phoenix!"

A blush appeared on Amelia's cheeks, and she said competitively.

"Oh, sorry--"

Amosta had a headache.

"I didn't run the Order of the Phoenix, and it doesn't matter if I say so."

"I know."

Amelia seemed to have expected that he would say this. As soon as Amosta finished speaking, she said quickly,

"So I plan to write to Mr. Dumbledore and ask him to allow me to join the Order of the Phoenix. This is my own decision, and you have no right to interfere, Amosta."

"Dumbledore won't agree either. He knows that if he lets you join the Order of the Phoenix without my permission, he will most likely not be able to keep his office in Hogwarts. Because I will burn it down!"

Amosta's brows were raised, and there was coldness and a hint of anger in his voice, which was a rare emotion for him.

To be honest, Amosta didn't regret coming into contact with the Deters in New York, and he didn't even care that his identity was exposed. However, he did feel a trace of regret when he noticed Amelia's magic power at the airport.

He really didn't expect that Amelia would secretly quit her job at MACUSA and go to England to join a war that had nothing to do with her.

The future is complicated and confusing, and even he himself cannot guarantee that he will be able to reach the end safely when many unknown dangers have not yet been exposed, let alone Amelia, who has just graduated from school two years ago.

If something happens to Amelia during the war, he must bear all the responsibilities.

The atmosphere was completely deadlocked. Amelia and Amosta stared at each other, firmness visible in each other's eyes.

Ahem——

A sudden faint cough broke the silence, and the wooden door on the stairs was pushed open, revealing the somewhat weak faces of Sirius and Remus, and when Amosta's slightly 'serious' gaze penetrated them, At this time, the embarrassment on their faces became even stronger.

"I miss you."

Looking at the two people with stiff faces, Sirius pretended to be surprised and clicked his tongue.

"Are you guys quarreling?"

The corners of Amosta's mouth moved but he said nothing, while Amelia also pursed her lips and said nothing angrily.

Seeing this, Sirius scratched his eyebrows awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

And Remus would not naively think that Amosta did not notice him and Sirius eavesdropping. He took the lead and walked into the restaurant slowly, pulled out a stool and sat down, carefully looking at the faces of the two people in the confrontation. His expression suddenly smiled,

"I have to say, blood is a wonderful thing, isn't it?"

As soon as these words came out, Amelia and Amosta had completely opposite reactions.

Amelia's expression immediately softened a lot, but on the other hand, Amosta's eyebrows were even colder.

"To be fair, Amosta—"

Sirius also followed. He pulled up a stool and sat down carelessly. He looked at Amosta and said,

"Amelia is an excellent adult wizard. She has the right to decide what she does, and she has the ability to be responsible for the decisions she makes, right?"

Amosta will not understand these simple truths. In fact, he does not have the right to interfere with Amelia's independent decision. However, maybe as Remus said, blood is a wonderful thing. , even though he had always been very indifferent to it, but when it was really involved, he couldn't let it go completely.

Sirius and Remus appeared in the kitchen at such a time, obviously to resolve the conflict between the two.

Remus, who was more familiar with Amelia, also looked at Amelia kindly and said,

"As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Amelia, I am very grateful for your recognition of the Order of the Phoenix and us members. I believe Albus will also be very happy to see a foreign wizard taking the initiative to join the fight against Voldemort. to join the resistance movement, but I believe that even without Amosta's intervention, Albus would not have agreed to let you enter the Order of the Phoenix so easily."

Amelia was stunned and turned her gaze to look at Remus in confusion.

"You know, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a top-secret organization. It was created by Albus specifically to resist Voldemort's power. This is an extremely dangerous career.

We are not only facing external pressure, but also need to prevent people from betraying their beliefs because they cannot stand the fear of death and the temptation of interests. Once such a person appears, it will bring fatal danger to all members of the Order of the Phoenix. Therefore, Albus cannot easily accept a wizard he does not know."

Amelia frowned as she listened to Remus's story. Emotionally, she felt a little lost, but thinking rationally, what Remus said did make sense.

Thinking from the perspective of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Dumbledore could not let her off just because she and Amosta were relatives and accept a wizard he basically did not know into the Order of the Phoenix.

"The struggle will not end in one day, Amelia--"

Remus said gently,

"I don't think you need to rush to join the Order of the Phoenix. You also need some time to understand the situation here, and finally decide whether to stand with us. Before that--"

Remus glanced at Amosita, and saw that he was slightly relieved after listening to him calmly, and then said,

"You can first enter our learning machine workshop and have a job to support your life."

With the efforts of Remus and Sirius, Amosita and Amelia finally reached a 'preliminary consensus.'

After the dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere, Sirius enthusiastically proposed to take Amelia to visit the old house. Amelia, who had obtained Amosita's tacit consent, was much more excited, and she gladly accepted the invitation.

"I need a place to stay, but I don't know much about London--"

After listening to Sirius's story about how the sovereignty of this old house fell into the hands of Amos, Amelia couldn't help but chuckle, but after the laughter subsided, Amelia suddenly remembered this incident. She turned her head and pursed her lips, looking at Amos with a difficult expression.

Amos's face was tense for a moment, then sighed and said,

"Just live in this house. The defense magic of the Black old house is complete. There are not many places in the entire British wizarding world that are safer than it. It is most suitable here."

Amelia's eyes lit up immediately. She knew that this meant that Amos would no longer prevent her from staying in London.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

All along, the Amos they knew was a man who kept his word. It was rare to see him change his decision, which showed that Amelia occupied an important position in his heart.

This is a good thing. Although they have never talked about it with Amos, as Amos's friends, Sirius and Remus can vaguely feel that there is a piece of ice in Amos's heart. This may be caused by his tragic background, but the appearance of Amelia seems to have melted this piece of ice.

The night falls on the quiet square outside London, and the lonely wind wandering in the wilderness and the city border adds a bit of etherealness.

"Rest early--"

Bathed in the flawless and bright moonlight, Amos looks at Amelia gently, as if the whole person is blooming with brilliance,

"Let's go to Diagon Alley together tomorrow--"