Homecoming from Hogwarts

Amosta Brain, in the past two years in the European magic world, no one has shone more dazzlingly than him. Resisting such a wizard's request is undoubtedly a very difficult thing for a house elf. However, Hain still stared at the strong pressure and bent down, saying in an infinitely apologetic tone,

"I'm very sorry, dear Mr. Blaine. The master doesn't want to be disturbed in his peaceful life. Apart from old friends, he has not received guests in nearly twenty years -"

"Sorry, Hain, I'm afraid I have to meet with President Vogel today--"

Amosta did not get angry, but calmly repeated his request, but his firm stance undoubtedly made Hain understand his determination.

The old elf gasped a few times, fear and a hint of despair flashed in its cloudy eyes. The fingers that were hanging by its side and could almost touch its knees trembled slightly, as if it was planning how to kill Amosta. ·What is the possibility of Blaine's expulsion?

But in the end, Hain made a rational judgment,

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Brain-" Hain bowed to Amosta and disapparated away in a bit of panic.

"It's unbelievable that Anton Vogel is still alive. I thought he had been there for a long time. How old is he?"

After Hayne left, Kingsley could no longer hold himself back. He was in a rare state of confusion and looked at Amosta in astonishment.

"About one hundred and ten years old, right?"

Amosta glanced at Louise, whose mouth twitched in surprise when she heard this age, and said with a smile,
"Since Dumbledore is still alive, it's not unbelievable that Vogel is not dead, right?"

Although he said that, Kingsley still couldn't digest the shock that this incident gave him. At the same time, he finally understood why he felt a sense of familiarity when he heard Jasna Vogel.

"Please don't forget, there is another Muggle here!"

Louise looked at Amosta, then at Kingsley, and said angrily,
“Can anyone kindly tell me who Anton Vogel is?”

"Sixty years ago, he served as president of the International Confederation of Wizards--"

Amosta said succinctly.

"Wow, a retired big shot--" Louise clicked her tongue again, and then she blinked and asked a little confused,
"So, you think, well, Jasna Vogel is his descendant? Oh, how did you judge it? Vogel is not a rare surname. One of my classmates in college is called this --"

Kingsley also looked at Amosta, hoping to get a convincing explanation, but Amosta just smiled faintly.

"It's just how I feel-"

"Feel?"

Louise wrinkled her nose,

"Okay. But what if President Vogel doesn't want to see us? You wizards probably won't allow you to break into private houses, right?"

boom--
Before Amosta could say anything, Hain appeared in front of him again. From the surprise on the elf's face, Amosta knew that his group was not blocked from the door. .

"Please follow me, Mr. Blaine--"

The house elf didn't talk too much. It nodded at Amosta, turned around, and slowly raised its long arm, erasing something in the void.

Louise only heard the sound of chains snapping in the void, and then Amosta walked forward and followed the ugly dwarf named Hain who had a bad sense of dressing. Oh, yes Elf!

"I've never been a guest in a wizard's home—"

After crossing the fence, Louise became obviously nervous. She didn't dare to look around anymore. She felt that every inch of space around her was filled with mystery. She swallowed nervously, turned her head, and whispered to Kings. Lai asked,
"Do you wizards have any strange habits? Oh, if the old president asks me to kneel down, I will not agree--"

Hain, who was walking at the front, heard Louise's mumbling. He turned his head and glanced at Louise. The wrinkled skin on his face trembled a few times, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes -
Of course it can see that this woman is not a wizard at all. A humble Muggle stepping into his master's house is undoubtedly an insult to his master. If it weren't for the fact that she came with Amosta Brain, the old man Haine would even throw her directly into the river.

"Shut up, Louise--" Kingsley's soft scolding also showed a little nervousness. Although Anton Vogel was not loved by wizards when he was in office, because of what the public knew For that reason, people may even cheer for his resignation, but after all, this is a respected wizard who has left a mark in the history of magic. He is the former president of the International Federation of Wizards. At that time, the president of the Federation had real power. figure.

Kingsley did not have the strength and status of Amosta, so he would inevitably be a little nervous when facing such a legendary wizard.

Where there are house elves, hygiene can't be bad. Although this room is very old, it has been cleaned very clean, and the wooden floor that is full of traces of corrosion from time is spotless.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, the room seemed much gloomier with only candles lit.

Walking into a wizard's home for the first time, and moreover, it was the home of a former big shot. Louise could no longer restrain her curiosity and peeked around. However, after a few glances, her disappointment was visible to the naked eye. There weren't many things related to magic in the room. Everything in the room was primitive and backward, as if this was the home of a decadent old man who had been away from civilized society for many years.

Hain led them through the living room and to the yard at the back door.

There is a banyan tree planted in the yard, which was probably planted when the house was first built. The huge canopy almost covers a quarter of the backyard, and countless aerial roots hang down from the treetops, like a forest.

At the edge of the shadow formed by the tree canopy, there is a deck chair, and an old man wrapped in a nightgown is lying on the deck chair.

This is indeed a very old man. The wrinkles on his face are like the bark of the banyan tree in the yard. He has a short, easy-to-manage beard on his chin, but like his hair, it is gray and colorless. .

Life is slowly but surely passing away from this old man's body, and there are not many years left for him.

Even Louise had a realization when she met Anton Vogel.

Anton Vogel, who was once a famous figure in the European magic world, is now a frail old man lying on a recliner, watching a group of people led by Hain enter the backyard through the back door and walk towards him. Finally, Ah Mosta positioned himself a dozen feet away from him.

The breeze was blowing, and Amosta's soft and shiny gray hair and Anton Vogel's gray beard were fluttering in the wind at the same time.

The eyes that are turbid but have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, as steady as stagnant water, and as sharp as the peaks piercing the sky, but as unshakable as the rocks in the angry sea, also meet in mid-air.

Silence -
Looking at the two wizards looking at each other calmly, Kingsley's heart began to beat uncontrollably as he stopped further away. In a trance, he seemed to see two eras confronting each other, and a wave of excitement surged into his ears. Magnificent sound!

Louise seemed to want to follow the most basic Muggle etiquette and say hello to the old man, but the inexplicable atmosphere permeating the place made her feel slightly suffocated and kept her quiet.

"The look in your eyes reminds me of an old friend, President Brain -"

The silence was finally broken. Vogel leaned on the recliner, his vicissitudes of voice sounding like the echo of history, with a touch of nostalgia.

President Brain?
This is an interesting title. It seems that this is the first time someone has called him this since he was elected as the vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards after he expelled Vitia on the night of the Quidditch final in the middle of last year.

"I hope it's not Dumbledore, Mr. Vogel -"

Amosta said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)