Hogwarts Homecoming

Glancing sideways at Amelia, who was holding back her smile, Amosta's indifferent expression softened. As his expression changed, the solemn atmosphere in the Leaky Cauldron melted like ice. It flowed.

"Mr. Blaine!"

Old Tom was the first to come to his senses. He left the bar at almost a sprint speed and rushed in front of Amosta. He was already stooped and bent even lower. With eyes full of reverence, Old Tom's rough face showed a joyful smile,

"Oh, it's such an honor to meet you, Mr. Blaine. Recently, many guests in the bar have been discussing whether you will return to the UK. I didn't expect you to show up suddenly today!"

"Hello, Tom--"

Just now, Amosta, whose intimidation from his cold eyes and indifferent expression had put an imminent fight to rest, suddenly changed his aura, and his smile became gentle and humble. With a stubborn curiosity in his tone, Amosta asked with interest,

"People are talking about whether I will come back to England, Tom, why is that?"

"oh!"

Old Tom looked indignant,

"The Daily Prophet reported on your deeds in New York, so there are rumors that because you helped the United States Ministry of Magic a lot there, the Yankees admired you very much and planned to invite you to become The Director of the Auror Office of the United States Ministry of Magic is complete nonsense. I told them that Mr. Braine is already the Vice-President of the Federation of Wizards. He does not like the position of Director of the Auror Office at all, unless, those Americans Let you be their Minister of Magic!"

Frankly speaking, Amosta and Old Tom could only be considered acquaintances, but every time he saw Amosta in the past few years, his waist always bent more and more.

"This is indeed a rumor——"

Amosta raised his voice slightly so that everyone eavesdropping in the bar could hear him, and he said with a smile,

"Because I personally prefer to be a scholar and a professor than becoming a politician."

"certainly!"

Old Tom looked at Amosta with admiration.

"Well, Mr. Blaine, would it be my honor to buy you a drink? You just helped the bar solve a big problem. I should express my gratitude!"

"Bear me down, Tom, but I've got business to do later, and I'd better not get too confused—"

Amosta said with a smile. Then, his eyes flashed with thought, and he pointed to where the two groups were sitting just now.

"There's been a lot of this lately, Tom?"

Old Tom obviously had a lot of bitterness to pour out when he mentioned this, but in front of Amosta, he didn't dare to be too rude and just said with a grimace,

"I can't say it's very frequent, maybe once every two or three days, right?"

"Where's the Ministry of Magic?"

Amosta suppressed his smile and asked calmly, "Didn't you seek help from the ministry? These matters are under the jurisdiction of the Executive Director. I believe Amelia will not sit idly by and watch?"

"Ms. Bones certainly deserves respect, but—"

Old Tom sighed,

“There was a home invasion in Godric’s Hollow last month. The perpetrator not only took away all the property of the homeowner but also brutally killed the homeowner’s family;

Half a month ago, a Muggle family in St Catchpon also encountered intruders. They used the Cruciatus Curse on the Muggles (Old Tom shuddered violently), but did not take away any property;

A strange thing happened in Upper Flagley. In the middle of the night, seven or eight Muggle families were suddenly woken up by the cold. Then they were horrified to find that their houses were gone, leaving only themselves and the beds underneath them."

Old Tom said worriedly,

"There are many other things like this that you may not have heard of, because the Daily Prophet didn't mention a word about it. The Ministry of Magic is whitewashing it. They have sent people to investigate, but these things are enough to keep them busy. I don’t have time to pay attention to the little conflicts happening here.”

Amelia listened quietly to Old Tom's chatter, her expression solemn.

Albus Dumbledore has repeatedly emphasized in public that the wizard who must not even be named has returned, and Amosta has always said that the cloud of war is about to envelope the British wizarding world.

Of course Amelia believed them, but it wasn't until she saw with her own eyes that a group of less than decent wizards who dared to conduct illegal transactions in public, and heard what Old Tom said, that she had a more personal experience of British magic. There is indeed a serious problem in the world.

Amosta was not too surprised. After listening to Old Tom's complaint, he nodded slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said in a loud voice,

"I understand. Tom, the Leaky Cauldron is in a key location, and order here must be maintained. If something like today happens again, Tom, you can send a letter to Hogwarts, and I will make time to come over often. Two drinks.”

When Old Tom sent Amosta and Amelia out, he was so moved that he almost knelt down in front of them.

When the winding cobblestone streets with no end were displayed in front of Amelia, the girl's eyes widened as she was still thinking about what had just happened.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Looking at Amelia's expression, a smile appeared on Amosta's lips. In a daze, he recalled the shock when he followed Severus into Diagon Alley many years ago.

The dazzling sunshine shines on Diagon Alley, and the streets are full of wizards in a hurry. Amelia is overwhelmed by the dazzling array of goods on the shelves behind the transparent windows that are being wiped down!

"Incredible!"

Amelia's eyes struggled to leave the brand-new books on the shelves of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but she was immediately attracted by the strange ingredients in Giggs' Pharmacy, which sold potion ingredients.

"I have read about Diagon Alley in books, but I never thought it was so prosperous. Oh, there has never been a place like this in New York!"

"hehe--"

Just like leading a new wizard who joined the magic world, Amosta smiled and said,

"The American wizarding world is indeed a vibrant wizarding civilization, but its history of existence is short after all, and it cannot be comprehensive. Diagon Alley is a place that every wizard living in the UK cannot avoid. You can almost solve your problems here. All needs.”

Amelia nodded vigorously,

"So what do we do next?"

"Oh, I plan to go to Gringotts first, and then I can accompany you to buy some daily necessities."

Amosta said.

"Gringotts?"

Amelia was stunned for a moment. She misunderstood what Amosta meant, and then her cheeks turned red.

"Oh, I don't need it. Amosta, you don't need to spend money on me. I already took out all the salary paid to me by the Magical Congress before I left New York. That's enough for me to live in London for a while. Moreover, since If you want me to help Remus first, I think he will definitely pay my salary."

"Oh, of course, I believe you can take care of yourself wherever you are -"

Amosta turned around and walked towards the tallest white building in Diagon Alley.

"But I didn't go to Gringotts to withdraw money. I keep all my wealth with me."

"Then you are?"

"When I was in New York, I got something by accident. I thought that this thing might be useful in Gringotts. Of course, this is just my guess. Maybe I went in the wrong direction--"