Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 106 The Return
The last time I came back, it was still freezing cold with heavy snow closing the door, but now, the maple leaves on both sides of the road have faded from their late crimson, and they are full of vitality again.

Located on the edge of the city, the ground is inlaid with abandoned railway tracks, and the narrow streets remain unchanged from the last time I came here.

Compared with the ever-changing Muggle city, it is more like the residence of the wizarding world. It seems that time has left indelible marks on it. Even in this era of vicissitudes in a blink of an eye, the spots left by those years are still stubbornly sticking to it. Original heart, unshakable.

The only exception is a block-like six-story building with a sky-blue outer wall standing abruptly in the middle of the rows of gray and century-old buildings.

Inside the brand-new iron gate is a courtyard with the same weather and a very different atmosphere.

The earth-covered courtyard has now been paved with a layer of flat stone slabs. In the flower bed in the corner, the bright Tudor roses and alfalfa are bathing in the morning light. The golden pink sun is swaying in the wind, gazing at the flowers dotted on the delicate petals. The sparkling dewdrops on the eyes, and the comfort that seemed to sweep from the soul made Amosta smile happily.

Wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers, Amosta, who was completely dressed as a Muggle, stood quietly in the yard. Behind him was a big, somewhat exaggerated The suitcase, inside the box is the gift he promised Mrs. Reagan to prepare for the children.

To be honest, carrying such a big box is actually a very troublesome thing, but there is no way, he can't take a folding bicycle out of a handbag.

The rattling breakfast in the dormitory gradually subsided, and Amosta knew that there would be a large group of children wearing ill-fitting shabby uniforms rushing out to start their day's work in a hurry.

Delivering milk, delivering newspapers, and washing dishes for the breakfast shop, children in the orphanage generally lived like this in their childhood, and Amosta did similar jobs when he was here in his early years.

Of course, he soon got tired of these boring and meager-paying jobs, and turned to some more technical 'jobs'.

For example, doing homework for the kids at a grammar school a few miles away in the heart of the old town, using your 'superpowers', escorting some of the school's bullied kids to and from school, or maybe flipping some kids would be interested little bits and pieces.

The last item has the highest income. However, Amosta gave up after working for a short time, because although there is no such occupation as "urban management" on the streets of Britain, Muggle police or government inspectors also bear the burden. The role of maintaining city appearance.

Time is a magical container, which can brew bad things that happened in the long past into mellow wine, making bitter memories sweet.

"Experience is more important, Cage, even if there are more residents on the East Street, I can guarantee that I can complete the task faster than you!"

A crisp, high-spirited voice came from the hall, and Amosta, whose thoughts were wandering in memory, came back to his senses. He raised his eyebrows, and a smile brighter than the golden sun was drawn from the corner of his lightly raised mouth.

When they saw the tall and handsome young man standing in the courtyard, the children who passed through the hall one after another fell into a daze, even if they were urged loudly by the little guys in the hall. any response.

"Brother Amosta?"

The little brown-haired boy at the front of the crowd rubbed his eyes and murmured incredulously.

"Good morning, little ones!"

Amostar grinned and opened his arms.

The weather in summer is like the temper of an adolescent girl. The sky is still clear in the morning, and it rains suddenly after a while. The sewers that have not been renovated for decades cannot absorb such vigorous rainwater. , It didn't take long for the ankle-deep rainwater to silt up on the stone-paved street.

However, the bad weather could not erase the good mood of the children in the orphanage. With their satchels on their heads, they hurriedly walked through the puddles, and with smiles on their faces, they ran towards the six-story building from all directions.

In the not-so-spacious foyer, Amosta was surrounded by dozens of children, the youngest were only four or five years old, and the older ones were about the same age as Harry and the others. Mosta tells of the beauty of the outside world.

"--It's not just Europe, Dean. The reason why I haven't been back for so long is because I went to another continent. It's Egypt. I think you must have heard of it."

"There are pyramids and endless deserts. Brother Amosta, when I went to deliver milk to Mrs. Kerian, I stood in the foyer of her house and glanced at the pictures on the TV,"

Among the crowded crowd, a little boy with flushed cheeks raised his hands and shouted excitedly,

"It's beautiful there!"

"Can we have a TV too, brother Amosta?"

A little girl in Amosta's arms who still spoke with a milky voice asked in an envious tone.

"It's not a problem, Lena,"

Amosta kissed Linna's forehead and said with a smile, "I will discuss this matter with Mrs. Reagan. From now on, every dormitory in this building will have a color TV. We can even arrange A room is used to set up several computers, so that when you are free, you can take turns playing games or something."

The children's explosive cheers overwhelmed the crackling rain, almost shattering the glass of the doors and windows of the hall. Amidst the noisy laughter, some curious children asked, Amosta is not owned by a drilling rig company. Sales? Why do you need drilling rigs in places like Egypt that are full of deserts?
"Ahem, there are also cities on land, Alisa, where there is land, there will always be a need for drilling rigs—"

Amosta, who made it up, touched his nose and said embarrassingly.

"Brother Amosta!"

Little Hammer, who squatted in front of him and finally found a chance to speak, waved his hands. He looked at Amosta eagerly and asked,

"When you come back this time, can you stay at home for a few more days?"

"Of course no problem, Little Hammer"

Amosta rubbed little Hammer's hair and smiled happily,

"I'll stay longer, little ones. In fact, I'm coming back this time not only to see you, but also to help with your schooling problems. The guys in charge of the public schools can't always blame the lack of classrooms and The teacher came to fool me with such a small question!"

The children looked at each other in blank dismay, and then all laughed strangely,

"This problem has been solved, brother Amosta!"

With a showy expression, Little Hanmer shouted happily,

"Sister Vitia has already helped us negotiate with the school. By September, many people here will be able to go to public schools!"

"Sister Vitia?"

Amosta opened her mouth in surprise,
"Who is that? The new staff?"



















(End of this chapter)