Homecoming from Hogwarts

As a city with a pivotal position in the history of Muggle literature and art, this ancient city still retains many ancient buildings from the Renaissance period, such as palaces, city walls, towers and Gothic churches. The rapid development of technology has also brought great benefits to this city. Injected new vitality.

Bologna, located at an important transportation hub, is also a city with strong industrial strength. Its highly developed social welfare allows the native Muggles living in this city to enjoy the joy of life to the fullest.

For an ordinary lunch, Amosta did not carefully choose a place to eat. He just found a simple restaurant on the side of the road in a retro street full of cultural heritage.

After a brief exchange, Amosta waved to the waiter.
"One piece of hair noodles, one piece of fusilli noodles, and one piece of bratwurst. Well, if you have chopsticks, please give me a pair, thank you——"

The meticulous waiter with a brown beard glanced at Amosta in surprise. As a famous tourist city, Bologna often entertains tourists from the East, but it is rare that a British person with an authentic English accent needs chopsticks.

"Please wait, sir--"

But the waiter did not question it, but quickly wrote down the guest's special needs and left in a hurry.

"Chopsticks?"

Louise said the word with a weird pronunciation. Even though she was a trainee reporter from a London daily newspaper and had more knowledge than the average person, she knew what it was, but she was just a little surprised why Amosta would make such a request.

"This is a very good dining tool. I am more accustomed to relying on it when eating noodles-"

Amosta said calmly,

"When I was on a business trip to the East, I came across this kind of tableware——"

Louise curled her lips and nodded slightly.

In normal times, Louise might have discussed with Amosta the pros and cons of the 'chopsticks' used by Orientals, but now, this is not an issue worthy of attention.
"That professor--"

Just when Louise was about to ask, Amosta already took the initiative to tell her,
"Field Wittelsbach, as was his name, predictably, has left the University of Bologna. In fact, not long after his departure, the society to which Fraser was a member was dissolved. It is quite possible that Fraser They left together with him, but of course, in order to avoid being noticed, they may not necessarily go together."

"Wittelsbach?"

Louise was stunned for a moment;

"When I was in college, I took surname studies as an elective. This seemed to be--"

"Some ancient noble surname——"

Amosta nodded.

"But it's hard not to doubt the authenticity of the name, in fact -"

Amosta put his hand into his pocket and took out a photo and placed it on the table.

The photo shows a man with short curly brown hair and a gray beard that is much more delicately groomed than the waiter who just served them. He has a broad face and square-framed glasses with black rims and gold wire. Judging by the wisdom in the professor's eyes and the elegance he exuded, he indeed looked like a scholar who was proficient in research.

Picking up the photo and placing it in front of her eyes, Louise frowned slightly.

It's not because she is familiar with the people in the photo, but this photo. It is not a life photo taken by a camera that people are used to seeing, but based on Louise's judgment, it seems to be a superb sketch. It is drawn by hand, and then through coloring and some special techniques, the photo is finally made.

She told Amosta her guess, and Amosta just nodded calmly.

"Actually, during the years when Fielder Wittelsbach taught at the University of Bologna, he did not leave any photos. The photos you see are from the descriptions of his former colleagues and students when the Massachusetts police wanted him. , a hand-drawn photo. Like the name he left behind, I also doubt the authenticity of this face--"

Louise's eyes suddenly widened. She didn't fully understand everything Amosta said, but she still grasped the key point of the matter immediately.

"wanted?!"

"Oh, the police are not as useless as you think, Louise--" Amosta smiled.
"After Wittelsbach left Bologna, the Magical Research Society he initiated quickly disbanded, except for Fraser. As you told me, some members of the society encountered misfortunes one after another. The police who investigated the matter You won’t be naive enough to think that this is just a simple accident. Field Wittelsbach is the first suspect--"

"Did they find him?"

Louise blurted out, and before Amosta could answer, she realized she had asked a very stupid question.

Sure enough, Amosta shook his head,
"The police made some efforts to find where Wittelsbach went after leaving Bologna, but all efforts were in vain. The identity he used did not have any record of purchasing air tickets, train tickets or buses. It seemed that he left on foot. this country--"

This was of course impossible, it was certain that Wittelsbach was a wizard, and it was certainly impossible for Muggles to find his way out of Italy.

Even if the Italian Ministry of Magic has records, the possibility is very slim.

Therefore, Amosta and Kingsley did not go there to investigate. After all, they entered the country illegally. If the Italian Ministry of Magic knew that Amosta Brain sneaked into the country without saying a word and with unknown intentions, It would be strange for the Italian Ministry of Magic not to send out all the wizards under its control to 'politely' invite Amosta to leave.

"I do not understand--"

Louise bit her lip, looking confused,
"If this Wittelsbach didn't want to reveal the secret of the existence of his evil society, he would have let most people go, wouldn't he?"

The food was served at a satisfactory speed in the restaurant. The departing waiter presented their food and brought the chopsticks Amosta requested.

The conversation was paused for a moment, and the two of them were each handling their own food. Louise secretly glanced at the man sitting opposite her. Amosta, who was skillful in using chopsticks, had an impeccable dining posture, as if he were a man. A nobleman who has been strictly trained in dining etiquette since childhood, even the young girls sitting at the tables next to him frequently looked back and secretly talked about this British gentleman.

Unconsciously, Louise thought about those ridiculous decisions last night again. Her cheeks were slightly warm. She was very grateful that Amosta didn't mention anything about last night again, but when she thought about it, there was a trace of anger in her eyes again. A trace of sadness.
Is my charm really that bad? !
Louise was feeling indignant while cutting the sausage.

"This club is not as simple as you think, Louise--"

Ten minutes later, Amosta put down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth. After picking up the blue glass and taking a sip of lemonade, he said, seemingly unaware of the peeping glances of other guests around him, the unnatural look in Louise's eyes, and the chaotic thoughts in his head.

"--Student groups that seem to be organized just by interests and hobbies actually have a strict internal organizational structure--"

Amosta put his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers into a fist and put it on his chin, trying to organize his thoughts by talking.

"According to Kingsley and I's investigation this morning, the person at the top of this student organization is undoubtedly Field Wittelsbach, and he has some real wizards around him. I mean, his trusted followers are not students, and below these followers, there are students like Frazier, who may, in Wittelsbach's eyes, have research talents. These three levels can be regarded as the core of the organization, while those on the periphery are only They can be considered hobbyists. So, they survived."

"Talent for research"

Louise pursed her lips, and the messy thoughts in her mind died down. Unexpectedly, it was his talent that put Fraser in jail and eventually escaped.

"Mr. Blaine——"

While Louise was immersed in grief, and Amosta was formulating the next course of action through the known information, opposite the restaurant, in the alley where no one was paying attention, a serious-faced Kingsley strode over.

"There are some new discoveries that may interest you--"

(End of this chapter)