Hogwarts Homecoming

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After the livid-faced Furong slammed the door and left, the atmosphere in the office became a little heavy.

Amosta remained expressionless, but there was a hint of apology in his heart. Just now he drove away Fleur almost in a mocking manner. To be honest, he knew that using this method to treat a young witch who had a great affection for him was extremely excessive.

But on the other hand, this is a good thing for Furong. After all, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Alastor Moody also remained silent, unlike Fleur who was in a rage because of Amosta's indifference and rudeness. As an outsider, she had been watching his intentions towards Amosta Brain with cold eyes. See clearly.

Looking at Amosta, whose expression was slightly dull, Moody's eyes in his eye sockets trembled rapidly a few times. He hesitated for a while and said in a low voice,

"That's not necessary, is it, Blaine?"

Professor Moody's face tightened slightly as he attracted Blaine's attention.

"That's just a young witch who is in love with love, just like those girls who give you chocolates. At her age, it is a very normal thing to be interested in handsome and powerful people of the opposite sex. To be honest, if any little girl It would be strange for a witch not to be obsessed with a wizard like you!"

Amosta shook his head slightly. Fleur was actually very different from the other little witches. He could feel that the emotions Fleur placed on him were more intense and sincere, rather than the adolescence girls' admiration and instinctive tendency to favor handsome and powerful members of the opposite sex.

"lets change a topic"

Amosta sighed slightly. Although he didn't want to admit it, the reality was that he personally avoided personal emotions. This is not only caused by his deep inner loneliness caused by his status as a time traveler, but also because during the weak years when he first came to this world, he did not establish a friendly relationship with the world. connect.

"Tell me about your situation, Professor Moody -" Amosta suppressed all his emotions, "You seem to have encountered some difficulty, and it is very urgent."

Did you just see it?

Even with Vitia Cliona's tough heart, she couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness when she heard these words.

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

Professor Moody said gruffly. He took out the folded application form from his pocket, unfolded it and slapped it in front of Amosta.

"I came to you for this application form for salary advance. If you have any objections, Brian, I would like you to sign it!"

Amosta glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little puzzled.

"I found that it already has Minerva's signature on it. Professor Moody, according to the process, you only need to go to Principal Dumbledore to sign it. After that, give the application form to Minerva for record, and then you can get it from her Then get the other half of your salary. It doesn’t seem like you need to go through me?”

"That's the problem, Blaine!"

Moody tapped the floor with his cane, looking very impatient.

"I don't want to disturb Albus with such an innocuous matter, but Minerva told me that if the application does not have the principal's signature, you must also sign it, so that you can report it to the school board. The board of directors is really very lenient. When I was in the ministry, if I decided to give bonuses to someone, it was not Amelia or the Minister of Magic’s turn to dictate!”

Amosta nodded understandingly, but he did not write. Instead, he stared at the application form on the table and became slightly silent.

Gulu gulu——

Alastor pulled out the cap of the wine bottle he carried with him and took two swigs. After letting out a comfortable breath, he did not rush, but waited quietly.

"what happened?"

Amosta interlocked his fingers to support his chin. He looked at Professor Moody, his searching eyes falling on the pair of blue eyes of different sizes.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Professor Moody, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy, but since you need me to sign an application that I shouldn't have signed, I think I should have the right to know the cause and effect-"

"Oh, of course you have the right, Blaine!"

Professor Moody put the capped wine bottle back into his pocket. Perhaps he drank too quickly. He coughed a few times, and then gasped and said,

"I already said it once to Minerva, and I don't mind saying it again!"

Professor Moody patted his wooden leg hard and said angrily,

"Some of my old subordinates and old friends, like me, have spent most of their lives fighting against those evil dark wizards and preventing crimes. They have all worked for the Ministry of Magic for most of their lives. But look, when they get older, they will have to How does the Ministry of Magic treat them when they don't use their wands!

Each of their bodies is riddled with holes. Some guys have to take sleeping pills every day to suppress the damage caused by black magic to their minds and fall asleep. Some guys need to live in St. Mungo's for a period of time every month to survive. Survive. You see, Brian, their Weibo pensions are not enough for this kind of trouble, and the Ministry of Magic is not willing to pay their extra bills! "

Perhaps out of anger, Professor Moody almost roared about this,

"Umbridge is the most unpleasant woman I've ever met, but she holds the purse strings of the Ministry of Magic. I wrote her many letters about this matter, but got no response, and I guess my letters She must have thrown them into the fireplace! But what about my poor old friends? In order to fight against the dark wizards, some of them even have no family members. I have to help them!"

Looking at Blaine who was listening carefully, Professor Moody continued to yell,

"Except for buying wine, most of my pension is spent on this. To be honest, it's a drop in the bucket. Oh, I don't want to say that part of the reason why I agreed to Albus's offer to work as a professor is It’s because of that, but that’s the reality.”

Amosta whispered "I see" and then nodded slightly.

The sun outside was still bright, and the howling north wind picked up the floating snow that fell on the ground and roofs. The flying snow was like mist, dyeing the earth into a vast white patch.

After hearing what he said, Blaine fell into silence. He neither refused nor nodded in approval. He just stared at the application form on the table, his purple eyes flashing with light from time to time. As time went on, Moody's uneasiness became more intense. He didn't know whether Blaine had seen something. After all, it was very likely that Blaine had already

"Okay, that's no problem."

In silence, extraordinary pressure lingered silently around Blaine. Moody, shrouded in this pressure, couldn't help but hold his breath. Before he almost suffocated himself to death, Blaine finally relaxed.

Amosta quickly wrote down his name on the paper, and then returned the application form to Professor Moody.

"Thank you for those old guys, Blaine!"

Professor Moody breathed a sigh of relief, took away the application form when he stood up, and simply prepared to leave.

"Wait, Professor Moody—"

But before Moody could take two steps, the sudden call from Blaine behind him made his heart tighten. He involuntarily clenched the application form, twisted around and looked back. Then, a shocked expression solidified on his face. got up.

Amosta took out an empty money bag, then took out his own money bag and opened it. Under the reflection of the white sunlight, those shining galleons emitted a dazzling golden light and a beautiful and sweet tinkling sound.

Gold Galleons flowed into the brand new purse like a waterfall, and Moody noticed that Amosta's expression gradually twisted into an expression that seemed to be of physical pain.

Finally, after about three to four thousand gold coins fell, Amosta Brain grabbed his money bag and stuffed it back into his arms.

Although he was mentally prepared, when Amosta Blaine handed over the new money bag on the table, the frozen shock on Moody's face still did not thaw. The two eyes in his sockets, whether it was real Whether it was the fake one or the other, both were stuck motionless as if there was a malfunction. He didn't look at the gold, but stared at Blaine's face.

"Take it, Professor Moody, it's nothing else, it's just my thoughts on your old friends-"

Amosta smiled and said,

"We can't let our heroes bleed and cry, right? Professor Moody--"