Homecoming from Hogwarts

Professor Moody opened his mouth, looking at Brian's calm expression but showing a face that could not refuse, he finally lowered his head and looked at the bulging money bag.

"No, I can't, Blaine-"

Moody took two steps back. He pursed his lips, and the resistance in his struggling eyes took up most of it.

"This has nothing to do with you, Blaine, you can't do this-"

"Gold should be in the hands of those who need it. For me, they are just beautiful collections. I can't remember how long it has been since I used my wallet--"

Amosta moved forward and handed the money bag.

"Take it, just think that I donated a sum of money to those glorious retired veterans. To be honest, I donated money to St. Mungo's, but it seems that the gold was not fully used. In this case, I might as well give the money directly to the people who need the help.”

Amosta seemed to see that in the depths of the eyes that were disguised as blue, there was a touching light shining in the other pair of eyes.

Alastor Moody's expression also changed slightly, but unfortunately, that rough and scarred face couldn't even make a very fine expression. If he did it forcefully, it would only make that face... The face looked particularly ferocious and ugly, and Amosta couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw the money bag directly into Professor Moody's arms.

"I think you still have a lot of things to do, Professor Moody, so don't forget to close the door for me when I leave without wasting my time. Thank you——"

Amosta no longer looked at the person in front of him. He pulled out a design drawing full of dense magic corridors and magic nodes from his drawer. This is the design drawing of the functional module at the core of the learning machine. Amos Tower is almost ready to conquer it. After completion, Remus will soon be able to mass-produce the learning machine and start large-scale promotion.

The money bag in her hand was bulging, and the weight-reducing spell constantly attached to the money bag was still fully functional, but Vitiya felt that the weight of the money bag was so heavy that she could not bear it. She lowered her head and looked at the money bag, and the torment and pain in her heart reached its peak at this moment. The feeling of leaving the money bag and running away from this man forever was torturing her nerves crazily.

"You're a good man, Blaine. I probably know why Albus admires you so much--"

Moody said to Amosta in a hoarse, extremely deep voice.

Amosta, who was focusing on the design, couldn't help but trembled when he heard these words. He didn't raise his head, but said in the same low voice,

"The last guy who said that to me, I had him stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies for half a year. Professor Moody, do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

The corner of Moody's mouth moved, but he said nothing. He put the money bag into his pocket, then turned and left, but after only taking a few steps, Moody's steps stopped and he turned around again.

"I have a question, Blaine-"

"You're welcome, Professor Moody, but it doesn't matter-"

Amosta still didn't look up.

"I've been curious for a while, Blaine-"

Professor Moody spoke in a slow, over-the-top tone, as if he was emphasizing something.

"Can your surveillance camera be used underwater?"

Amosta finally stopped his quill. He slowly raised his head and looked at Professor Moody, who was standing in the center of his desk. His brisk expression and casual tone seemed to be discussing when the snow outside the window would be able to fall. It's like stopping completely,

"What's the matter, Professor Moody?"

"I was thinking, I mean, it would be great if it could be used underwater, wouldn't it?"

Professor Moody calmly returned Blaine's gaze. His rough voice seemed to have disappeared, replaced by an ethereal voice.

"Your surveillance camera shined in the first game and greatly enhanced the viewing experience for people watching the game. It would be great if it could also come in handy in the next two games. , you know what I mean, Brian, the second game is underwater. If your surveillance camera is not useful, then the people watching the game will have to be stupid by the lake--"

"hehe--"

Amosta, who was looking at Moody, suddenly smiled and said,

"I thought I did a good job in keeping the secret, Professor Moody, but I didn't expect you to already know everything about the content of the next game?"

"you know--"

Faced with Amosta’s unintentional statement, Professor Moody still said calmly,

"I have worked for the Ministry of Magic for most of my life, Brian. Although I am retired now, I probably have more friends in the Ministry than you. I don't have to pry, and they will also send interesting news to my ears - -"    "Barty Sr. would be furious if he knew that department employees were scrambling to get critical information out—"

Amosta smiled again. He put the quill dipped in ink back into the ink bottle, and his eyes fell on Moody again.

The eyes of the two people intersected in mid-air, and the silence was singing.

"There's no need for—"

After a long time, Amosta said softly, "Except for air, the existence of any medium will greatly interfere with the transmission of the magic magnetic field. Under water, the monitoring mirror I invented will be of no use -"

"what--"

The eyes of the two people were still entangled, Professor Moody said,

"It's such a shame and people will be so disappointed."

"Who says otherwise—" Amosta said.

After another period of silence, Moody nodded towards Amosta.

"Thanks--"

Click——

As the office opened and closed, the cold wind was waiting for an opportunity to enter. Amosta, whose hair was being brushed, slowly sat down and his eyes fell on the design drawings in front of him, his eyes as powerful as prison.

After a while, Amosta turned his head and looked directly out of the window. He placed a hand on his eyebrows and gently rubbed the frown between his eyebrows. There was a hint of melancholy in his expression. The alone office was silent for a long time without any sound. Although the heat radiated from the fireplace made the air in the room as warm as if you were sitting on a spoon, for some reason, there was an inexplicable coldness.

In the far distance, a black spot suddenly appeared on the pale sky. In the strong wind howling high in the sky, the black spot's trajectory was erratic, but it still fought the cold wind tenaciously and worked hard to get closer to the castle. The owl spread its wings across the black lake that was gradually frozen by ice. When it flew over the children's heads, it emitted several high-pitched hoots.

This owl was obviously very familiar with the castle. It crossed the grounds and headed towards a room on the third floor of the castle without being recognized.

Bang, bang, bang——

Although he was staring at the world outside the window, Amosta was distracted until he heard a knocking sound and realized that there was an owl outside his window trying to break into his office.

Amosta raised his eyebrows, stood up quickly, walked to the window, opened the window and let the owl in.

This gray owl was probably frozen. It jumped into the office without waiting for Amosta to say hello. After looking around for a week, it scampered to the fireplace and spread its wings, relying on the flames. Bake your own wings that are about to be frozen.

Amosta was amused by this owl that was as playful as its owner. He chuckled, opened his water tank again, and got a few snacks to exchange for the envelopes that were pecked tightly in the owl's beak.

"Is Sirius okay?"

cuckoo-

The owl, which was concentrating on warming itself up and pecking at food, called lazily a few times.

This tired-looking owl made Amosta feel slightly better. He rubbed the owl's head, then opened Sirius's letter and ignored it.

The letter was very short, with only a few lines of text, but Amosta's expression became solemn. After contemplating by the fireplace for a long time, he nodded to the owl at his feet.

"I'm going out. You can rest here for a while. I'll leave the window open for you. If you want to leave, just leave -"

After giving instructions, Amosta waved the blueprints on the table to jump into the drawer. He hurriedly left his office and arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office twenty minutes later.

(End of this chapter)