Homecoming from Hogwarts

In Muggle research and scientific research, the Shetland Islands have been marked by human activities since 3000 BC.

The island has changed owners several times.For hundreds of years after the Roman Empire, the Vikings basically controlled the archipelago completely, and in the 8th and 9th centuries, the ancient Norse invaded the archipelago and ruled the island until the 15th century.Later, the King of Norway pawned the islands to the Kingdom of Scotland for economic support. Since then, the Shetland Islands have officially been included in the territory of Scotland.

This northernmost island in the United Kingdom has always been sparsely populated. Until today, there are only 15 scattered islands in this sea area inhabited, with a population of less than 3.

If it weren't for the fact that in recent years, those rich people who have nothing to do love to run to remote places. This strange behavior has brought certain economic benefits. I am afraid that the remaining people will also move to big cities soon. inside.

Old John was not a native of Shetland, or even Aberdeen.

He is from Newcastle in the east of England. During the Second World War, he was drafted into the army and traveled all the way. Finally, he confronted the invading enemy in this sea area.That tragic battle made one of his legs less useful. When the weather was cold and wet, the injured leg was always sore and stiff, which made it difficult for him to sleep.

Old John never complained, though.

After all, in order to resist the aggression, all the troops he belonged to were wiped out after fighting an unknown war in this sea area, and he was the only one who survived.

After the war John returned to Newcastle.He thought he would be able to live a happy and peaceful life, but when he returned to the home he had been thinking about day and night, it was not only his wife lying on the bed in the bedroom, but also another man with a white butt.

Old John only remembered that man's butt was very white, but he didn't remember his appearance, because at the moment he saw this scene, Old John took out his gun and smashed the man's head, and looked at the screaming man sadly. After his wife, John Sr. ran away from home.

Everything is fate.

Old John is back where he once fought.He bought a suite in the town closest to the coast with his post-retirement allowance, but over the years, he has seldom lived in that apartment. He prefers to shrink in the lighthouse standing on the edge of the sea cliff.

The night watchman of the lighthouse - this is the job that the people in the town arranged for him after they knew that he was a veteran who had stopped the enemy.

A few years ago, this job was indeed useful, he could light the way home for fishermen lost in the tide, but in these years, people in the town hardly ever go to sea, they prefer to serve tourists who come here.The job is safer and, moreover, it pays more.

Boom, boom, boom!

The icy, roaring sea last night seemed like a dream. When the sun rose, the boundless sea returned to its jewel-like blue.The golden sun shines on the beach, and the seagulls fly freely along the coast.

Someone knocked on the rusty subway door, which also woke up Old John, who had a sore leg all night and barely slept.

"You bastards, if you don't stop, I will stab your PY with a gun barrel in front of your parents!"

The bearded old John roared angrily as he got up from the bed.

In the past, fishermen who returned from the sea would come here to give some gifts from the sea to express their gratitude, but since this activity that has been passed down in this land for thousands of years has become unpopular, there are very few people here in Old John Come, only some naughty boys who live in the town will come to him to ask for fun.

These little bastards would steal the dried fish he dried on the rocks and feed them to the seagulls, or they would take stones and smash the old gas lamps on the top of the lighthouse.

Boom boom boom!
The knock on the door sounded again, but this time, it made Old John's eyes a little wary.

If those little guys really came to make trouble again, then they should have been scared away by the scolding just now, and they wouldn't knock on his door again so recklessly!

Old John took down the shotgun hanging on the wall, and he limped down the spiral stairs with his waist down, and finally stood behind the iron gate.

click!

The bullet was loaded, and Old John quickly opened the iron door. Before he could make a sound, he raised the barrel of the gun and pointed viciously at the head of the knocker!

"What are you... oh!"

A cry of surprise and the ethereal cry of seagulls flew to the high, blue sky.

Perhaps because of the dim light, Old John's living room on the lower floor of the lighthouse looked very messy, with bits and pieces piled up everywhere, and the dried fish hanging from the ceiling above his head also filled the room with an unpleasant smell of fish. taste.

"It's about the same style as Hagrid's house—"

There were no stools in the room, so Amosta lifted up a corner of his coat, sat comfortably on the already blackened steps, and looked at the room with great interest.

"Hagrid?"

The water on the stove had boiled, and he was thinking non-stop. Old John limped up and picked up the kettle to make tea for Sirius and Amosta. Hearing what Amosta said, Old John made a rough voice asked gruffly,

"He also looked at the lighthouse?"

"Oh, no—" Sirius answered the question with a smile, "but it's about the same. He's the gamekeeper at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? Doesn't sound like a decent place!"

"That's true--" Amosta looked at this reckless old man, regardless of his attire or personality, and couldn't help laughing, "It's not very decent, it's a school for problem children. And was sent to prison."

Sirius gave Amosta a blank look.

For a long time, Amosta Bryan's power has made everyone subconsciously ignore his age, and Sirius has always regarded him as a peer, but Amosta's state when he gets along with this kind-hearted Muggle old man is the only one. It made Sirius suddenly realize that Amostar was just a young man in his early 20s.

Although he is very old, Old John's head is still very clear-headed. He could see that the gray-haired young man was just joking, and laughed a few times roughly. While pouring tea for Sirius, he narrowed his eyes Looking carefully at Sirius, when the cup was full, he nodded in satisfaction,

"Looks like you've found your life, young man—"

"Yeah, although it has experienced some twists and turns, but fortunately, the final result is not bad——"

Sirius took a deep breath and said, he stroked the rim of the cup, looked at this healthy 80-year-old man with a smile,

"How are you, does your leg still hurt?"

"I'm afraid this old problem will be brought into the coffin!"

After pouring tea for the gray-haired young man, Old John threw the kettle on the table and looked around. Since there was no place to sit, he put his butt on the edge of the table.
"Speaking of which, what are you planning to do when you come back this time, young man?"

"Just call me Sirius - I promised you, John, I'd come back and see you whenever I got the chance, after all, you saved my life -"

"It's still full of lies, it's still the same as before!"

Old John muttered, his unceremonious speech made Sirius slightly embarrassed.

"You look more honest, little guy, you don't look like the glib guy!"

Old John turned his attention to Amosta again.

Little guy. It's been a long time since anyone called themselves that--
Amosta laughed for a moment, but, considering that this is a World War II veteran, from a grade point of view, there is nothing wrong with calling him that.Amosta scratched his cheek,

"Well, Mr. John, we're going to sail from here--"

"Go to sea?"

Old John babbled, his brows furrowed fiercely on his weather-carved old face,
"Going to sea in this season is not a good choice. Typhoons may come at any time. Unless you are here for suicide, otherwise, I don't recommend you to do this!"

(End of this chapter)