Homecoming from Hogwarts

On a new day, when the sun rises, the cool sunshine dispels the joy of the night, and the city of London becomes full of vitality again.

The temperature has risen somewhat today, but it is still very cold, which forces the soft snow layer to turn into ice. From time to time, pedestrians slip on the streets in a hurry.

"Oh, crap!"

At the subway crossing, a young lady wearing a goose-yellow coat and high-heeled black leather shoes managed to escape from the crowd. However, she accidentally stepped on a small piece of ice on the blind sidewalk, causing her body to lose balance. He leaned back, and the steaming paper cup of black coffee he was dragging in his hand to refresh himself flew backwards.

Just when the lady thought she was destined to be in an awkward situation, a strong hand suddenly supported her back and helped her stabilize her body.

"Thanks--"

The lady who stood firm patted her chest and gasped a few times, then turned around and looked, her face with beautiful facial features suddenly stiffened.

The man who had just saved her from embarrassment and possibly a trip to the hospital was a young man. This gentle man has soft gray hair that is full of luster under the sunshine, handsome facial features and a correct posture that would not look out of place even if he were a movie star. And this The most fascinating thing about a man is his eyes.

The depths of the mysterious lavender eyes seem to hide a starry sky. This flowing starry sky seems to have a terrible gravity. Staring deeply into it seems to be deprived of even the soul.

"You are welcome--"

Amosta smiled and handed the slightly hot paper cup to the Muggle girl.

"Oh, thank you--"

The Muggle girl with flushed cheeks hurriedly repeated her thanks. She found that the coffee in the paper cup she had just thrown out had not been spilled at all. She couldn't help being slightly startled and asked in surprise,

"how did you do it?"

"Oh, it's just a quick response, it's no big deal--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"Well, I wish you a good day, beautiful lady—"

Amosta nodded to the Muggle girl, stepped forward, and walked away from her.

On the street where people were coming and going, the girl watched the gray-haired man walking away quickly, biting her lower lip, her eyes fascinated. When she found that the man turned around and walked into a small alley that she had never noticed, she suddenly woke up with a start.

Without thinking about how ugly her supervisor would look if she was late, the young lady threw the coffee into the trash can on the side, picked up her steps and chased after her.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Chasing to the alley, Louise lifted up a few strands of light blond hair scattered in front of her eyes and shouted to the gray-haired man's back,

"I'm Louise—"

Facing the calm gaze from the gray-haired man who was standing there, Louise's heart was beating fast, and she suppressed her panic.

"Louise Aundair, that's my name, I'm a reporter for the London Daily News --"

"Hello, Ms. Aundair, I'm Amosta Brain--"

Amosta pursed her lips.

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?"

Amosta Blaine.

"Oh, no--"

Louise clenched the fists hidden in her sleeves and kept the name firmly in her heart. She was ashamed of her behavior. To be honest, this was the first time she had ever taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with a man she had just met on the street!

"I was just thinking-"

Louise gasped slightly,

"I was thinking-Mr. Brain, if I want to see you again, where should I go?"

Amosta blinked. He was neither surprised nor surprised. He just nodded slightly to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Andale, I don't appear in this country often. If you want to buy me a cup of coffee, I'm afraid it will take a long time -" The meaning of refusal in the words was obvious, and Louise was lost. He nodded and exited the alley.

boom! A sudden soft noise in the alley surprised Louise - she could at least leave her phone number, couldn't she?

And when Louise rushed into the alley again, the man who called himself Amosta Brain just now was no longer in his original position. As far as his eyes could see, there was no one in the straight alley, and the people on both sides were The shops are all closed. There is no way he could break into the store.

"Damn it, can you do magic and walk so fast?"

The cold wind blew up a few old newspapers on the ground. In the deserted alley, there was only a Muggle girl stamping her feet in annoyance.

"I am Arnold Peacegood, Mr. Brain. I am a registered canceller of the team that reverses accidental magical events. Professor Brain, it is such an honor to meet you. Can I shake your hand?"

"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I am Raimundo White. I work at the Apparition Testing Center. How can I help you?"

"You must be here to discuss something important with the minister, Mr. Blaine. If you need it, I can send you a message!"

A short, middle-aged wizard with a square face excitedly squeezed in front of Amosta.

"By the way, I'm Eugene Jenkins. I work in the centaur office. Hoho, I'm very free and I have time to go out for you!"

It wasn't until the elevator ascended that those enthusiastic smiling faces disappeared before his eyes. Amosta, who had always maintained a friendly smile, removed his smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the Quidditch final night, Amosta helped the Ministry of Magic hunt down some notorious dark wizards. During that time, he frequently visited the Ministry of Magic, and every time he showed up, he basically caused quite a disturbance. He thought that after a few months, his enthusiasm would dissipate somewhat, but unexpectedly, the situation did not change at all.

Barty's office location is familiar to Amosta. After all, the two of them worked together when they were trying to qualify for the Triwizard Tournament. He took the elevator up to the International Magic Cooperation Department on the fifth floor. After arousing another wave of exclamations in the solemn corridor, he finally arrived at the door of Old Barty's office.

"Please come in--"

The clear voice of the young man came from behind the door, with a deliberately pretended calmness. Amosta moved the corners of his mouth and pushed the door open.

Whizzing--

There were many light purple paper airplanes flying around in the huge office space. The chaos was like a plane crash scene, but the fireplace in the room was still continuously sending out paper airplanes stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic. .

Amosta's gaze pointed to the innermost part of the office. Old Batty was not behind his desk. This was not surprising. There was a new assistant's desk under the bookshelf on the side of his original desk. Weiss The third son of the Le family, Percy Weasley, immediately jumped up from his seat when he saw Amosta walking into the room. He hurriedly walked out from behind the table, and hovered above his head. Seemingly dissatisfied with Percy's desertion, the dozens of planes swooped down from mid-air and aimed at Percy's head and pecked him.

Clang!

"Oh, damn, you guys-"

The paper airplanes obscured Percy's sight. By accident, Percy fell out from behind the table. He staggered up, but the paper airplanes still refused to let go and were spinning around the room. The paper airplanes seemed to have had enough of waiting, and they all attacked Percy. For a moment, Percy was wrapped in countless paper airplanes.

Seeing this, Amosta's lips moved. He took out his wand and swung it cleanly. A tangible wave swept across the entire office, as if time had stopped, and the paper airplanes swept by the wave were hovering in mid-air. , and Percy himself took advantage of this opportunity to crash out of the siege of paper airplanes.

His hair was extremely messy, and he lost one of his shoes during the fight with the paper airplane.

Percy lowered his head and looked at the foot on the woolen floor, blushed, and rushed into the pile of papers to search for it.

"Brain teaches...ahem!"

When Amosta asked the paper airplanes to line up aside, Percy, who finally found his shoes, turned red and straightened his body. Facing Amosta, he put his fist under his lips and coughed twice, making a deep sound. road,

"--I mean--welcome, Mr. Blaine. How's the journey going?"

"Ho ho, I'm doing pretty well, Mr. Assistant——"

A brisk smile appeared on Amosta's face. He put his wand back into his pocket. As he walked towards Percy, he picked up a paper airplane and glanced at it.

"I'm sorry, if I had known about you earlier. Oh, it says that the toilet in the bathroom at the International Federation of Wizards branch office exploded. I hope you can go over and take care of it. Can I wait for you for a while?"

(End of this chapter)