Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Hey, Dumbledore?"

It seemed that Amosta's words had triggered some emotions. Anton Vogel, who was just one breath away from being buried, coughed violently. The tremors caused by the body made people worry that this rotten body might collapse. Ribs of the body.

The elf Hein quickly came to Vogel's side, patted Vogel's back gently, and handed the herbal tea on the three-legged stool to Vogel's mouth.

"Feel sorry--"

After finally stopping his chaotic breathing, Vogel raised his eyes and saw Amosta and his two subordinates still standing in the yard.

"I haven't entertained guests here for a long time. I have neglected etiquette. Look, Hain, can you get some stools from the house and make a pot of tea for the guests?"

"Ah, don't bother—"

Amosta said suavely.

He pulled out his wand and shook it slightly. Three soft polished chintz armchairs appeared in front of Vogel out of thin air. Amosta greeted the somewhat reserved Kingsley and Louise, and took the first seat himself. He came down and connected his slender fingers with a polite expression.

But Hain still disapparated and left, preparing tea for the "evil guest" who was coming.

"Now that Dumbledore is mentioned -" Vogel croaked slightly, "how is he doing?"

Since the half-buried old man in front of him calls him 'President Braine', it shows that he is not ignorant of what is happening in the outside world, and Dumbledore's every word and deed is the focus of people's attention, so there is no need to waste time. You can find out what's on your mind.

Amosta kept smiling politely and did not point out this. He looked directly into the pair of eyes whose fire of life was getting weaker and weaker by the second, but which was as calm as a master of Occlumency. ,
"Dumbledore. Well, he is still engaged in the work he has dedicated his life to-"

Vogel smiled hoholy. It was hard to say what this smile meant.

"Dedicate your life. You are right. A wizard like him spends most of his life in Hogwarts——"

"Oh, that's not what I mean, Mr. Vogel--"

Unexpectedly, Amosta shook his head slightly,
"I mean, he is still working hard for the tranquility and peace of the European magic world——"

Tranquility and peace in the wizarding world?
"He could have done so much more—"

Vogel's gray eyebrows moved, and some emotion seemed to break through the ice blockage in his eyes, but in the end, he just shook his head slightly and said softly,
"The rights of the International Confederation of Wizards came to an end with Dumbledore's tacit approval——"

"It is undeniable that this is indeed the case -"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"But that's not a bad thing, is it? Excessive concentration of power can easily breed dictatorship and dictatorship, which can more easily push the entire European wizarding world into dire straits -"

Vogel's eyelids moved, as if he didn't quite agree with Amosta's point of view, but he did not directly refute it, but smiled hoarsely.

"No wonder people call you Dumbledore's successor, President Brain -"

Vogel said softly as he stared at Amosta Brain, who was in a high position at a young age but was not slick.

In the current overall poor educational environment in the magic world, he is able to possess such profound magical attainments at such a young age, and he does not seem to have any ambition to change the situation.
Vogel looked behind Amosta with his eyes covered with a layer of ashes. Kingsley was not worthy of his attention, but he stayed on Louise for a few seconds.

Although his old eyesight was dim, Vogel could tell at a glance that the young girl Amosta had brought was a Muggle. The current vice-president and retired former president of the International Federation of Wizards, in front of a It is indeed very interesting to think about it when you think about it, in front of Muggles, violating the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy by chatting about things related to the wizarding world.

Hain appeared from the air, holding a teapot with white hot steam on the tray and three simple teacups, and carefully prepared tea for them.

"Oh, thank you--"

Louise took the teacup handed over by Hain, and stood up a little flustered and flattered. She also bowed to Hain. When she straightened up, she found everyone in the yard, including the one serving her tea. All the seans are watching her,
"what happened?"

Louise's face suddenly turned red, and she looked at Amosta at a loss.
"I-I did something wrong, oh. Sorry, I don't understand your rules very well!"

Louise said apologetically to Haine again.

Hain did not reply, but looked at his master. After receiving the prompt, he placed the teapot on the triangular stool, ignored Louise's apology, and apparated out of the backyard.

"There is nothing rude about you. Sit down first, Louise——"

Amosta said gently. There was a moment of silence, and no one spoke first. Amosta looked at the endless and refreshing rapeseed fields for a while, then looked back at the old wooden house where there was no sound, and then he said in a casual tone,
"Have you been living here alone since you retired?"

"President Brain——"

Vogel looked at Amosta calmly, "I believe that you came here specifically not to care about the living conditions of a dying old man, right?"

"What's wrong with this?"

Amosta smiled slightly, without any embarrassment on his face.
"I have always believed that we should pay more attention to the living conditions of those wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the magical world after their retirement, organize regular condolences, and perhaps invite them to give lessons to the new generation of young wizards. They realize that today’s peace is hard-won—”

Amosta said meaningfully.

It cannot be said that Vogel's face looked very good after hearing this. After all, during the years he was in office, the European magic world was in turmoil, but he did nothing. In fact, because of his well-known decision, it helped to The flames of war spread across the land.

"All right--"

Vogel's eyelids were closed and he didn't speak, as if he had fallen asleep. However, from his pursed dark-colored lips, it could be seen that this old president who had retired for many years was not so calm.

Seeing that the heat was almost done, Amosta also suppressed his smile.

"Jasna Vogel. Mr. Vogel, does she belong to the Vogel family?"

Vogel seemed to have really fallen asleep, his eyelids closed, and there was no reaction at all after hearing the name. However, this did not make Amosta unhappy, but he turned slightly sideways, allowing Louise to be more The good ones were exposed in front of Vogel,

"This is Miss Louise Aundair, and as you can see, Mr. Vogel--"

Amosta said,
"She is a Muggle. Currently, Miss Aundair has encountered some unfortunate things - her brother, also a Muggle, was killed by a group of evil wizards -"

Amosta paused and said calmly,

"Inferi."

Inferi?

Louise blinked with a heavy heart. What does this mean, the magic spell that killed Fraser?
Anton Vogel's eyelids trembled slightly, but still did not open them.

"According to some clues provided by Miss Aundair, we discovered that her brother's murder was not an accident. The murderers were a group of fanatics who wanted to understand how magic was born. Of course, many wizards and scholars in the magic world are also studying this. subject, but there is clear evidence that this group of madmen conduct experiments on Muggles - babies and pregnant women. They will also induce talented Muggles to serve them. If these Muggles lose their value, they will directly kill them. This is exactly what happened to them, Miss Aundair's brother, and according to our investigation——"

Amosta said calmly,

"Jasna Vogel is one of the core members of this organization——"

The breeze carried away the warmth in the courtyard, and the temperature dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Vogel suddenly opened his eyes. On his old face, his sharp gaze broke through the shadows above his eyes and fell on the face of Amosta Brain.
"Are you seeking justice for these Muggles?"

"Do not--"

Amosta said in a cold tone,

"I'm just trying to clear my name for justice——"

(End of this chapter)