Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 159 I have an idea
Finding a house for myself to end the three or four years of wandering outside, this idea has been entrenched in Amosta's mind for a while, especially after the orphanage's new dormitory was built, the orphanage itself was This idea becomes especially strong where there is some social support and those children have some survivability on their own.

After all, his soul comes from a country that places great value on putting down roots.

To be honest, Hogsmeade is not an ideal place for Amosta to live in. The buildings here are too crowded and too close to Hogwarts, whether it is noisy or too close to the head professor of Hogwarts Neither was what he wanted.

Of course, it is not a good choice to settle in the Muggle world, because there are too many Muggles, which will make it inconvenient to conduct magic experiment research.

The best choice is to settle in a village where most of the wizards live. In this case, you don't have to tie your hands and feet to do anything.

At present, in the UK, except for Hogsmeade, which is a pure wizarding village, Dingworth in Cornwall, Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England, and Southwest Godric's Hollow has a considerable number of wizard settlements.

During the summer vacation, Amosta also took time to think about this issue, and finally decided that after Blake was arrested, he would take the large sum of Galleons to inspect these villages and choose a house with a quiet environment. The mansion is the place to stay in the future.

Standing in a narrow, dark living room, Amosta glanced at the mildewy silver-green wallpaper on the four walls, wrinkled his nose, and looked a little dissatisfied.

I still remember that the last time I rented a house was back in my previous life after graduating from university. In the years when I was a social animal, Amosta was with a young couple and a woman who didn’t leave the house once every three or four months. The middle-aged uncle lived together in the same room.

This house was rented under the introduction of Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks Bar——Hogsmeade does not have a role like a real estate agent in Muggle society. Amosta, who is not very familiar with the situation Had to seek help from the locals.

The original owner of the house was a bachelor in his forties, and he supported himself by delivering food to the Hogwarts kitchen. The breadwinner, when Amosta asked the owner why he wanted to rent out the house, the bearded bachelor replied in a nonchalant tone,
"I'm going on vacation, sir. I've been in the village for many years. It's time to change my living environment. Maybe I'll find love unexpectedly during the trip!"

The older bachelor said this to Amosta, but turned his head and muttered again,

"Oh, I've had enough of those dementors who patrol the village every day and have to break into the house to check every now and then. Unless they go away, I'll never come back!"

Because the original owner lived alone and was engaged in the work of delivering vegetables, the house was not very clean and hygienic. Even the sleeping bedroom was filled with a strong mixed smell of cabbage, potatoes and carrots. Of course, Amosta has nothing to complain about, after all, the annual rent for this house is just over 300 Galleons.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you a little bit,"

Carrying the suitcase, the homeowner who couldn't wait to leave the house turned around and said solemnly to Amosta,

"This house is not allowed to be sublet, sir, I don't want to come back one day and find that my warm and comfortable home has become someone's warehouse. Also, this house is my ancestral home, I hope you live here You can cherish it as much as you can!"

Can you not cherish it?
Amosta walked into the bedroom, looking at the cracks on the gable wall of the earthen barrier opposite the bed where light could be seen faintly and thought.

When cleaning before, he didn't dare to rely entirely on magic, for fear that after a 'cleaning and a new', the house would become hopeless.

Because the house does not face south, when the sun sets in the west, the room becomes extraordinarily dark. Amosta went to the bedroom window and opened the window sash. The breeze blowing towards him was mixed with strong humidity. Looking at the sky, I found that a large gloomy black cloud in the southeast direction was being rolled by the strong wind. It was foreseeable that a hearty heavy rain was about to fall.

Amosta didn't want to become a drowned chicken on the first night of his stay. Before the rain cloud came, he wandered around the house, plugging up all the cracks on the roof and walls, and waiting until he When I returned to the bedroom and was about to take out the travel sleeping bag from the suitcase, the world suddenly trembled, and under the rumbling thunder, the torrential rain finally arrived.

Occasionally, the dazzling thunder that pierced the sky made Hogwarts Castle not far away even darker. Standing in front of the window, Amosta stared at the shadow that burned the rainwater into pitch black in the direction of the entrance of the campus, and suddenly There was a strange longing, one he had had before, but Amostar hadn't expected it to be this strong.
"This heavy rain is a good cover. How about taking this opportunity to get a dementor and come back to study it? My Patronus Charm hasn't worked yet."

Amosta muttered, but hesitated again and again, and gave up the idea. There are too many dementors gathered in Hogwarts, and tonight is the opening dinner again. Amosta is not Gilderoy Lockhart , he doesn't want to be on the front page of tomorrow's Daily Prophet
Suddenly, in the precarious field of vision, a gray owl stretched its wings and circled above Hogsmeade, which looked like a medieval village, as if looking for something. Stopped at the window of the house.

"Thank you, little guy—"

Amosta touched the owl's head, when the palm left, the wet feathers of the owl had become dry and warm,
"I cast a Waterproof Charm on you, which will keep your feathers from being wet by the rain on the way back."

Gray Owl tilted his head and looked at Amosta ignorantly, not understanding what the wizard was talking about.

"Go--" Amostar said with a smile.

After the owl disappeared into the oppressive stratigraphic cloud again, Amosta closed the window sash, lit the candlestick inlaid on the wall, and unfolded the parchment in his hand under the swaying candlelight.

Remus Lupine.
This is the name signed at the end of the letter. Amosta is used to finding out who is writing the letter before reading the letter.

Could it be that it has been discovered.
Amosta's eyes flickered, and he eagerly looked at the words written in those delicate handwriting.

The content on the letter paper was short and had nothing to do with Sirius Black, but it still made his brows rise a bit.

".In the same carriage as Harry Potter, a dementor checked the car on the way. No one was injured, but many people were frightened. Harry fainted."

After destroying the letter, Amosta shook his head and laughed softly,

"Son of the Plane, there will always be a story wherever you go, no accident—"

The dinner was relatively simple, just a pile of fried potato chips and a few grilled sausages. Amosta sat in the dining room, facing his own shadow on the wall, quietly enjoying the tranquility of being alone. By the way, by the way, Also thinking about how to catch Sirius Black.

There is actually no good way to do this. Amosta is not the only smart person in the magic world. If there is really a way to catch Black immediately, then the Aurors would have done it long ago.

At present, it is generally accepted that Black will approach Hogwarts secretly and try to kill Harry Potter in the school. However, no one can tell exactly how and when Black will do it .

Before today, Amosta could only passively wait for Sirius to show his feet during the assassination, but this morning, he ran into Tonks and learned about the relationship between Black and the Potters, as well as the Aurors. In addition to strictly preventing Sirius from sneaking into Hogsmeade, after squatting at his old house, Amosta suddenly had an idea.

"You might as well go to the place where the Potters were killed, maybe there will be some clues."

Amosta chewed the sausage, making an indistinct sound,

"Maybe criminal psychology is better than waiting."

(End of this chapter)