Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 670 It’s really hard to make money

The flawless snow embellishes the Forbidden Forest into a fairy tale-like world, while also covering up the desolation of this forest in winter.

On the way back to the castle, Vitia, who was already looking like Alastor Moody, was still thinking about the method proposed by Elder Horn to resolve their embarrassing situation. If it was a place where druids had been operating for many years, then such a problem would not have happened. They had their own way of breaking away from human society and living in isolation.

But this time the relocation she advocated happened in a hurry, and in order to prevent the two awesome wizards in the castle from discovering it, the relocation process had to be extremely secretive. Except for items related to inheritance, many things were The druids were abandoned directly at their previous residence.

The method proposed by Horn is indeed a good one. Vitiya even considered that it would not be difficult for the believers in the secret realm to cultivate potion raw materials as a means of survival in the future. Taking care of animals and plants can even be said to be a druid's job. Good at tricks.

As for sales, it is not a problem.

They don't need to apply for relevant licenses from the wizard's Ministry of Magic. When they were looking for Amosta Brain, Vitia was also familiar with the underground world of Knockturn Alley. As long as they don't touch some in terms of production and price. The bottom line for a pure-blood wizard family would be nothing but minor troubles.

However, it takes time to accomplish this.

Druids believe in the laws of nature. They have ways to make plants healthier, but they will not encourage them to grow. So, they do have a tough time ahead before they get their reward.

The moment she stepped out of the Forbidden Forest, the sudden light caused Vitia's two blue eyes, one real and one fake, to shrink. Then, she limped across Hagrid's vegetable garden with a cane, and came to Arriving at the campus grounds.

This is the first snowfall this year, and the huge campus is like a paradise filled with the laughter and laughter of the little wizards. Children from first grade to seventh grade chased and ran in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other, or several people grabbed someone's hands and feet and threw them into the snow, and then looked at the person's embarrassed appearance, a circle of little wizards. Belly laugh.

Everyone's face was filled with pure smiles. Vitiya watched this peaceful scene quietly, and unconsciously, a sincere smile appeared on her lips for a second.

Wow--

A bad wind suddenly surged between the mountains, and the black lake with broken ice made a roaring sound, and the field suddenly seemed like a heavy fog, a vast white area, but this did not eliminate the children's enthusiasm. The laughter made their joy even more wanton.

Vitiya walked towards the castle again, but the smile on her lips turned into bitterness.

Whether it was her or the children in the secret realm, they could not put down all their vigilance and enjoy the simple happiness of tranquility and peace during their childhood. Because they did not have shelter from strong men like Albus Dumbledore and Amosta Brain.

Moreover, after watching them for a long time, the happy looks of these little wizards were a bit dazzling, because she knew very well that what she was doing now was destroying the peaceful environment in which these children lived.

To the community of wizards, she was undoubtedly despicable. Her heart was tortured, but compared to the more than a thousand years of druids' displacement and the blood of countless ancestors since the collapse of Avalon Island, she The hardship is not worth mentioning.

"No problem, Alastor, I can sign it, but it doesn't matter if I say it alone. If you don't want to go to Albus, at least you have to ask Amosta to sign it too-"

On the second floor, there is a small study next to the corridor.

Professor McGonagall looked apologetic,

"This is a regulation set by the school board and we must abide by it. Of course, I can personally do it if you need it."

"You can't break it, Minerva, okay, it's another damn rule!"

Professor Moody banged his cane on the floor to express his dissatisfaction with these annoying rules and regulations. Every inch of his scarred cheeks twisted and looked extremely ferocious. He picked up the application form already signed by Professor McGonagall on the table.

"I'm going to Blaine to sign it right away. Oh, I hope he can be as happy as you are!"

As Professor McGonagall looked on apologetically, Professor Moody limped out of her office. He first went up to the third floor, followed the corridor, passed his own office, and then turned a few corners to reach Blaine's office. After knocking on the door, he found no one answered.

If it was a normal situation, he could wait until after dinner and discuss it with Blaine privately. But she wanted to take advantage of the weekend to resolve the matter, so Professor Moody turned back and prepared to go down to Slytherin's basement.

At Hogwarts, the staff all knew that Brian had the best personal relationship with Severus. He walked to Snape's office as many times a week as he did to Dumbledore's office in a school year.

Fortunately, on the second floor she just left, she met Brian who was staring outside in a daze.

She knew very well what to pay attention to when speaking in front of a powerful wizard like Brian. She calmed down and quickly went through her prepared words in her mind. Then, she opened her mouth and shook Brian out of his thoughts. Well, she had to follow Amosta Blaine back to the third floor and go to his office that she just left.

Amosta found that among all the guests he had invited to drink tea, Professor Moody was the one who loved the bitter drink like tea the most sincerely. This is rare. Traditional British people prefer the taste. A mellow and fragrant drink, tea with a graceful fragrance and a bitter and sweet taste is not their style.

However, when I thought about it again, there was nothing strange about this.

After all, the person sitting across from me at work may have been isolated from the world all year round, and she admires nature. She may often soak leaves from various leaves in the forest to drink.

"Brain, I came to you because-"

"Thank you very much for your trust, Professor Moody."

Alastor put down his tea cup and was about to say something, but Amosta suddenly raised a hand to stop him from continuing, but he said something puzzling.

Facing Moody's confused look, Amosta pointed at the bulging wine bottle in Moody's pocket and smiled slightly,

"I thought you wouldn't drink the tea I made for you. It seems that I have gained your trust, right?"

"If Amosta Blaine is not trustworthy, then there are not many trustworthy wizards in the British wizarding world, right?"

Moody laughed hoarsely,

"Many people think that I have been driven crazy by my experiences as an Auror, but people like you and I know very well that we must be vigilant at all times, because only those despicable villains will tell you any morals!"

Moody showed a ferocious smile, but his heart was stern. She took off her disguise for a while with Elder Horn, and because she was worried about the church members, she only showed a little trick, but to her surprise, she was immediately discovered by Brian.

Faced with Professor Moody's explanation that was not an explanation, Amosta just smiled faintly. He could see that Moody was eager to lead the topic to the purpose of his visit, but he still got up slowly and walked to the bookshelf. forward--

"Since you're willing to have tea with me, Professor Moody, why don't you—"

Amosta squatted down and opened the expanded storage space under the bookshelf, revealing a dense collection of gift boxes tied with various ribbons. He picked up the top one, then closed the cabinet and turned back. . The box was opened, filled with wine-filled chocolates and biscuits.

"--How about some more desserts."

Amosta smiled and said that he found Professor Moody astonished by the shapes of these cookies and chocolates, so he quickly explained,

"Oh, don't mind, Professor Moody, these are, uh, maybe early Christmas gifts from students, or maybe fans. There are too many, I have to 'destroy' them as soon as possible--"

"Oh!" Professor Moody restrained his surprise, "It's so romantic, Brian. I remember I also received a gift from a student last month. It was similar to yours. It was an old teapot filled with cockroaches crawling around to keep warm. set!"

"Haha, I do have a teapot warm cover. Maybe you can give it to me. But cockroaches, oh, they may be a kind of candy called cockroach piles. Principal Dumbledore likes it very much. Are you sure he didn't give it to you? ?”

Amosta chuckled.

The atmosphere of the chat was pretty good, not as full of temptation and targeting as the two people involved imagined. When Amosta took away the last snack in the box, Alastor secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His hand was just about to touch his mouth. Take out the application form from the bag--

Boom, boom, boom!

The office door rang unexpectedly. Moody sighed secretly and quietly left his pocket.

It's really hard to make some money

(End of this chapter)