Homecoming from Hogwarts

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Amosta was woken up by a quick knock on the door. He rubbed his sore eyes, looked out of the window, and found that the dazzling sun was hanging high in the sky, and the floor in the office was covered with gold. The sunshine, the dust floating in the air, one of the quiet years of the weather.

He sorted out his image a bit, muttered dissatisfiedly and walked towards the door.

"Professor Blaine, everything is clear, it is Lucius Malfoy, Dobby is free, the diary is Lucius's bag in Ginny, and Principal Dumbledore has been reappointed by the school board As the principal of the school, Lucius was kicked out of the school board!"

Looking at the excited and incoherent Harry outside the door, Amosta rubbed the messy hair on the top of his head and took a breath. He couldn't help but lament the vigorous energy of these little wizards.

"That's very welcome, Potter, is Hagrid back—"

Amosta blinked sleepily, and said indifferently.

Having received a "political education" of love and courage in Dumbledore's office early in the morning, the effect was remarkable. Harry, who was eager to fight the basilisk again, froze, because he found that Professor Brian's tone seemed to be Not particularly happy?
"The Ministry of Magic has released Hagrid. Professor Bryan, they are watching the basilisk in the courtyard. Principal Dumbledore asked me to tell you that the Minister of Magic hopes to talk to you in person."

Harry said eagerly.

Amosta moaned helplessly, he closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows,

"Understood, you go back to your command first, Potter, I have to take care of myself first, this appearance is not suitable for meeting with a big man like the Minister."

When Harry left, there was still a puzzled look in his eyes, why did Professor Brain end the last shadow that had hung over the young wizards this year, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood?
It is probably around lunch now, but the school auditorium is empty, and no one pays attention to the delicious food on the table. Almost everyone in the whole school is crowded in the courtyard, even the trees and the top of the corridor. It is full of little wizards watching the fun.

When Amosta appeared at the door, the sudden burst of applause and cheers almost overturned the entire castle. People looked at Amosta with a slightly astonished expression in awe, as if they were watching a rising Rising star!

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With the saliva secreted from his mouth, Amosta swallowed the bread that was conveniently stuffed into his mouth from the long table in the auditorium, his brows raised high.

"Come here, Amosta!"

Professor McGonagall, who was in the center of the crowd, stood on tiptoe and waved his arms, calling out to Amosta who was standing on the steps. Her eyes were sparkling, and she blew her nose violently.

The crowd was automatically divided into two halves. Amosta saw Dumbledore and the school's professors standing in front of a cage where the basilisk that was suppressed by Dumbledore himself was imprisoned, and walked through the crowd. When the Weasley twin brothers shouted their thanks to him,

"You saved Ginny and Ron, Professor, and we can't thank you enough!"

To be honest, Fred and George had never talked to anyone so seriously.

Amosta smiled and nodded at the twins as he strode across the crowd to Dumbledore, who was smiling and folded his hands on his stomach.

"What did you tell everyone?"

"Just telling the truth, Amostar."

Dumbledore also answered Amosta's question with his eyes.

Cornelius Fudge was still in his odd outfit from last night, but his attitude towards Amosta was so different from last night that he was laughing from thirty feet away Stepping forward to meet Amosta, he got closer and hugged Amosta's arm affectionately,
"It seems that we have welcomed another young hero with extraordinary strength, right?"

Fudge winked playfully at Amosta, as if they were such close friends, but in fact, this was only the second time they had met, and the first time they hadn't said a word.

"All of this is inseparable from the wise decision of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Minister, after all, the school board followed the advice of the Ministry of Magic and sent me back to Hogwarts to deal with the Chamber of Secrets incident—"

"Oh, ahem, of course, no, I mean, it's your fault in the end, Amosta!"

The smile on Fudge's chubby face froze for a moment, but then, the gleam in his eyes couldn't be described as eager. He patted Amosta's shoulder hard, and his smile was as bright as a flower. blooming chrysanthemums,
"The Ministry of Magic played only a small role!"

"Tsk tsk, dirty politics--"

In the gradually quiet crowd, George Weasley glared at Cornelius Fudge with contempt, and muttered something under his breath, but Percy, standing in front of him, gave him a hard look, ordered him to shut up, and then , looking reverently at Professor Brian and Minister Fudge who were talking, pricked up their ears and studied the 'art of politics' desperately!
"Nothing, Amosta!"

Fudge was laughing all the time as if someone had cast a happiness spell on him,

"A Merlin Order of Merlin [-]rd and [-]nd class is worthy of your credit. You saved the lives of several young wizards, ended the threat that has haunted Muggle-born children for thousands of years, and returned to the Ministry of Magic. Donated this incomparably precious basilisk, the Ministry will not have any opinion on it, the procedure can be simplified, I will arrange for someone to send the badge tomorrow cough cough, "

Fudge lowered his voice a little, and said at a volume only Amostar could hear,

"As long as you mention it in passing during the next interview."

Noticing the strange expression on Amosta's expression, Fudge quickly explained,

"Don't worry, boy, I'll explain it in advance. Oh, I'm so glad that Rita Skeeter, that annoying woman, was blocked by me. She got the news from nowhere and already knows what happened in the school!"

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Amosta cast a veiled glance at Dumbledore, but did not get any information from Dumbledore's smiling eyes.

"I'll go talk to Rufus if you want,"

Fudge's arm seemed to be glued to Amosta's arm, and he was unwilling to take it off no matter what,

"I think you will be a very good Auror, Amosta, you can be Rufus' right-hand man, oh, let me tell you a secret, Rufus is not young, he may not be able to do it for long, If you excel in the role of Auror, maybe I can."

After hearing Fudge's words, many professors secretly showed contemptuous eyes, but due to the occasion, they didn't have much to say.

"I will seriously consider your suggestion, Mr. Minister—"

Amosta said politely, pointed at Hagrid who was lying on the cage, eager to squeeze in through the gap between the bars, and asked curiously,

"Why do you look unhappy about being free, Hagrid?"

"You shouldn't hit it so hard, Professor Blaine!"

Hagrid wiped away his tears and turned his head to stare at him 'sadly', "Look at this poor little guy, it looks like it has suffered quite a bit. Also,"

Hagrid looked at Dumbledore and the somewhat apologetic Fudge again,
"Can't you really leave this poor little guy in my care? With all due respect, Mr. Minister, since Mr. Scamander retired, there are not many people in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures who know how to do it."







(End of this chapter)