Homecoming from Hogwarts

A bright and bright moon rose slowly from the sea and climbed up to the sky with difficulty.

Under the cloudless night, the waves crashed against the rocks on the shore one after another. The mechanically repeated sound of the waves seems to have a cleansing and worrying power at first, but after listening for a long time, it will inevitably disturb people's sleep.In the lighthouse standing on a big rock, Old John was already snoring deafeningly, while on the first floor, which was lit with dim yellow lights, Sirius and Amosta were still busy with some things.

The flame released by the alcohol lamp scorched the crucible on the shelf. Inside the pewter crucible, a dark brown viscous solution was bubbling.

"Excuse me, a fifth of an ounce of Hawklap juice—"

Amosta looked calm, staring intently at the semi-finished potion in the crucible, and when the brown liquid burst into large bubbles and turned into more small bubbles, he ordered in a calm voice.

Meanwhile, Sirius, who was waiting in full force, immediately threw himself on the square table next to the window, squinted his eyes and rummaged through a pile of bottles and jars, and finally picked out a thumb-sized glass bottle and handed it to Amosta.

"What you gave was the discharge of the bongos—"

Amosta didn't raise his head, staring at the bubbles and said sternly,
"That stuff is a necessary ingredient in Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Stain Remover. If you want to poison your savior, I don't mind putting a couple of drops in it, Sirius—"

Sirius felt blocked for a while, he quickly withdrew the hand that was handing the bottle, and looked for it on the table with difficulty.

"On your right, the light green bottle." Feeling a little helpless, Amosta sighed softly.

With accurate reminders, Sirius finally found the right thing.After dripping a fifth of an ounce of Hawklap juice, the brown solution immediately turned dark green, and a puff of smoke came out.Just inhaling a little bit, Sirius suddenly felt a burning pain in his throat, and Old John, who was separated by a layer of wood, also coughed violently in his sleep.

Sirius hurriedly opened the window, leading the acrimonious smoke to the outside of the house, and then immediately looked at Amosta, wanting to ask if he had failed, and saw Amosta holding a magic wand, moving clockwise When he stirred the potion that gradually changed from dark green to light green in seven circles and then one circle counterclockwise, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"No failure?"

"Don't make such nasty jokes—"

Amosta is still focused,

"If it wasn't for the fact that I spent a lot of time on spells and didn't have time to spend on other subjects, I wouldn't be able to get the title of master of potions and expert on magical animals—"

Sirius let out a sigh of relief, shrugged his shoulders, and walked to the only stool in the living room

"When I was a student at Hogwarts, most of my classes were good, but I didn't like Potions. I mainly didn't like Professor Slughorn who taught Potions at the time. That guy always tried to persuade me to leave. Gryffindor, to Slytherin—”

"I've heard something about Professor Slughorn from Dirk Cresswell, the current head of the Goblin Liaison Office at the Ministry of Magic,"

Amosta rubbed his smoky eyes,

"He seems to love dealing with those talented little wizards, hehe, it's the Slytherin style--"

"Objectively speaking, he's not particularly annoying, but it's just a bit of a headache--"

Sirius said in a complaining tone, his ass just touching the stool, and Amostar said urgently,

"Don't be idle, five porcupine thorns!"

Porcupine quills are much easier to find than hawklap juice, and this time, Sirius was right.

After Amosta put the porcupine quill into the clear solution that had already shown a green hue, the already calm liquid boiled again, and a large amount of water vapor evaporated from the potion. The speed sank, and after only half a minute, there was a small group of crystal clear liquid like autumn dew left at the bottom of the pot.

Amosta waved his wand, and the liquid automatically flew into a clean glass bottle. After extinguishing the flame, Amosta twisted his neck and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"It's done?"

Under the dim light, Sirius looked at the crystal liquid in the bottle that seemed to be alive and suspended against gravity, his voice was slightly nervous.

"The leg injury that has lasted for half a century is indeed not easy to treat. Considering his age, I adjusted the concentration of the medicine. The entire period of repair will last about ten days. I am afraid he will not feel very good these days, but After these days, his legs and some hidden injuries in his body can basically heal."

"thanks--"

Sirius clenched the bottle tightly. He looked at Amosta who was putting the bottles on the table back into the suitcase, and showed a sincere smile.
"You are even more special than Professor Slughorn, Amosta, you know what I mean, right? The people in that college have always been hostile to Muggles, but you are willing to spend your time for a Muggle who has no friendship." The old man brews healing potions, to be honest, ten years ago, I would never have believed that there was such a person in Slytherin—”

Amosta has heard similar remarks a lot, he waved his hand casually,

"Just for these two days' meals, I really like the hodgepodge made by Old John, which is even better than the elves at school."

Sirius smiled and said nothing more.

Through the glass window covered with oil stains and dust, Amosta looked out. In the middle of the night, the coolness in the air caused dense fog to rise from the coast, and the fog was carried by the cold wind, gradually submerging the small town built on the open land.

The moonlight became hazy, and the sea in the haze seemed somewhat mysterious.

Just like before setting off for the "Land of Merlin's Eternal Rest" with that woman, Amosta had a faint premonition in his heart that he might encounter some surprising things again this time.Turning his gaze back into the house, Amosta looked at Sirius who was sneakily feeding old John with medicine, with a slight hesitation in his eyes.

Going to Azkaban is not difficult for him now, as long as he applies to the Ministry of Magic in the name of an academic investigation, the Ministry of Magic will not save his face, but the Ministry of Magic will definitely send personnel to accompany him at that time, If something happens, the aftermath can be difficult.

Amosta is not worried that Sirius will talk about him everywhere. He is a man of friendship. He would rather stay in Azkaban for more than ten years for self-salvation rather than tell the truth about his innocence. Amosta believed he would keep it a secret from himself, but he couldn't grasp the risks of the journey
After feeding old John the medicine and using magic to make the old man sleep peacefully, Sirius let out a long sigh of relief, bowed slightly to Old John, his eyes full of gratitude.

If possible, Sirius would like to bring Old John to live with him in London, but he didn't mention a word from the beginning to the end, because he knows that this sea is the destination of the old man's soul, and there is nowhere else for Old John. will go.

Looking at the messy arrangement around him, Sirius grinned in the darkness.

After Harry graduated from Hogwarts and found a lifelong partner, he could move here and spend the last journey of his life with this kind old man.

After coming down the creaking stairs, Sirius glanced at Amosta who stood at the door and looked at him. With just one glance, Sirius was startled.

He saw deep hesitation from the way Amosta stared at him. This is not normal. He has known Amosta for some time. This guy has always been extremely decisive, and he rarely felt this kind of feeling in him. mood.

"What's the matter, Amostar?"

"nothing--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips,
"It's just--I think you are also aware that my trip to Azkaban is not to make things difficult for those dementors or the criminals in the prison. I am chasing some things, and these things may be risky-- "

Sirius suddenly smiled, then smiled,
"Are you afraid of involving me?"

"indeed so--"

Amosta looked calm,

"I don't want to deceive you, Sirius, I don't know what we will encounter, but I can tell you for sure that if we encounter danger, neither I nor Dumbledore can control the situation. Harry then The child has finally found a relative, if something happens to you, he may collapse."

"Yeah, he's definitely going to take a hit."

Sirius was smiling, as if he wasn't talking about himself.

"But I believe in him. Harry is as brave as his father. Even if something happens to me one day, Harry can face life bravely, and I—"

The smile on Sirius' face became a bit naughty, which made the vicissitudes of life look a little bit like the youthful appearance that was once full of confidence,

"It's my inescapable responsibility to take care of Harry, Amostar, but if that's all I have to do for the rest of my life, I might as well die in the sea!"

The lights of the lighthouse dimmed slightly in the early morning light, and Amostar was using magic to widen and tidy up the rusty cabin. They would spend at least two weeks on the fishing boat that Old John gave them, It's not going to be a good day adrift without magical reinforcements and comforts.

Facing the cool sea breeze, Sirius raised his head and stared at the dim starry sky, with the corners of his mouth raised,

"When can I go, Amosta, I can't wait to go on an adventure, oh, this feeling is really good, it reminds me of the feeling of adventuring in the Forbidden Forest with James and Remus back then!"

Amosta stuck his head out of the cabin, covered in dust, with a sullen expression on his face,

"If you are willing to come in and help me, we can leave earlier!"

"Oh--"

Sirius spread his hands, his face innocent,
"I'm not very good at preparing. In the past, it was all the work of that traitor Peter—"



(End of this chapter)