Hogwarts Homecoming

"Master Blaine!"

Lawrence, who was still exhausted just now, stood up from the hospital bed with a groan and stared at Amosta in surprise.

The old housekeeper thought he was hallucinating. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked carefully at the young man beside the bed with his eyes wide open under the dim light of the desk lamp.

"It's really you, Master Blaine!"

Lawrence lifted the quilt and was about to get up, but Amosta held Lawrence's shoulders and covered him back with the quilt.

"Since you are sick, just rest in bed, Lawrence."

Amosta said calmly,

"Also, you don't have to call me 'Master Blaine', just call me Amosta."

"But that's so rude, Mr. Blaine."

Lawrence blurted out, but when his eyes touched the young, indifferent, yet majestic face in the darkness, Lawrence's heart trembled and he couldn't help but stopped talking.

It seems that Master Blaine is not as simple as he thought.

Lawrence suddenly realized this.

Following the first two generations of heads of the Blaine family, Lawrence, who has spent most of his life in London's upper class society, never thought that he was a big shot, but under the influence of his ears and eyes, he was quite confident in his vicious vision. Master Blaine's movements In the meantime, the magnanimity displayed cannot be concealed at all.

A superior person is a superior person. Even if he is approachable, the confidence and power he inadvertently reveals cannot be imitated by ordinary people.

But the strange thing is that when he investigated the name 'Amosta Brain', he did not find any young hero with this name in any industry.

"As you wish, Amosta—"

Lawrence couldn't resist Amosta's calm gaze, so he had to continue to stay on the bed. Although there was a soft pillow behind his back, Lawrence still kept his back straight, and even so, he still looked a little restless.

The face with handsome, deep features next to the hospital bed was almost exactly the same as Mr. Blaine's. He was used to maintaining a respectful posture when facing this face, which had been engraved in his instinct.

And now, he was sitting on the bed, and Master Blaine was standing beside the bed. This feeling was too weird for Lawrence.

Amosta ignored Lawrence's uneasy look. When he saw that he was willing to stay on the bed, he released his hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and looked at the simple room that did not match the luxurious manor. He found that here There isn't even a stool.

"Oh, I asked Sank."

"No need."

Amosta waved his hand to stop Lawrence from calling people in.

However, it was really inconvenient to talk while standing, so Amosta put the lamp on the bedside table next to Lawrence's bedside, briefly packed away the scattered pill boxes, and pulled out the bedside table to use as a stool.

After sitting down, Amosta looked at Lawrence, who was looking at him uneasily, and asked calmly,

"What's wrong with your illness?"

"It rained a little -"

After hesitating for a moment, Lawrence whispered,

"As I get older, my body is not as good as before."

A Muggle's lies are undoubtedly ridiculous in front of the leading magician in the wizarding world. However, when getting along with others, you must learn to tolerate each other's lies.

Amosta did not expose Lawrence's lies, but just nodded. Then, he turned to look out the window at the quiet manor, remaining silent.

The clear moonlight casts on the lush grass in front of the villa, and the criss-crossing cobblestone paths reflect the moonlight. This tranquil night scene dilutes the decay of the manor.

"You've taken good care of this place, Lawrence."

Amosta said with a smile.

"it is my responsibility."

Following Amosta's gaze, Lawrence also looked out the window at the manor where he had worked and lived for most of his life. Every inch of the land here had his footprints and sweat.

"It was,"

Amosta punctured this point with a rather cold tone,

"But if it is just a burden to you now, Lawrence, then I can give you a sound suggestion, throw it away. No matter how much effort you have put into it, it is no longer valuable. I believe At your age, you must understand that no matter how much you miss the past, you can never get it back."

Lawrence opened his mouth, but an unspeakable emotion filled his throat, making him speechless.

He wanted to ask the young man sitting next to him if he really resented the manor and its former owner so much, but he felt that the question was meaningless.

"I want to apologize to you, Brian Amosta—"

Lawrence did not face Amosta's warning, but lowered his head and said apologetically,

"I went to that orphanage to make a donation without your permission."

"This is certainly not what I wanted to see happen, Lawrence."

Amosta said calmly,

"But I won't blame you for this. After all, you did help the children in the Haas orphanage. Moreover, donation is your freedom, and I have no right to restrict your behavior."

Lawrence was silent, but his heart was filled with a feeling of decadence. After a brief exchange, he finally realized that he could not persuade Master Blaine to return to his manor.

The leak of energy made Lawrence look a little sluggish again.

Recalling his life in the manor like a revolving door in his mind, he entered here when he was still a young boy. He studied here, grew up here, and even his wife made the name 'Brain' glorious. The first family introduced him, the young master's father, who died of illness wrote a letter of introduction to his child so that his child could enjoy an excellent education.

The Blaine family was very kind to him, but after the two kind-hearted old masters passed away, there was not even an heir. At this moment, Lawrence also felt a little resentful of the woman Belina Det.

Objectively speaking, she undoubtedly ruined Master Blaine's life, making him discouraged and reluctant to get close to women anymore, and she also failed to fulfill her role as a mother. Otherwise, Master Blaine would not have grown up in an orphanage. .

Looking at the old butler who frowned and said nothing, Amosta sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that Lawrence had gotten into trouble.

Amosta didn't have much emotion towards the so-called 'Brain family' from which he came, but he had a good impression of the old butler. He was a kind-hearted person.

In the past, when the woman took him, who had just been reincarnated into this world, outside the manor, hoping to enter the house, she was blocked by an angry man. Lawrence couldn't bear it, and secretly wanted to help him with some money. Belina Det, it's just that the despairing woman didn't accept it.

"What are you worried about?"

There was a bit of silence, Amosta looked at Lawrence calmly,

"Or maybe you called me here because you wanted me to do something?"

"I"

Lawrence hesitated for a while, hesitating, "I hope you can return to the manor and inherit the Blaine family."

"In your mind, is this old house the Blaine family, Lawrence?"

Lawrence was stunned and looked at Amosta blankly, not understanding what he wanted to express.

"What is my name?" Amosta said patiently.

"Your name?" Lawrence's lips quivered, "Amosta Blaine, but I don't understand, Master—"

"Now that you know-"

Amosta smiled,

"I have not abandoned this name or this surname, so what do you have to worry about? Could it be that in your heart, the Blaine family is this house? You can only be satisfied if I return to this house ?”

What represents the family's survival is not wealth, but people. As long as Amosta is still there, the Blaine family will be there. This is determined by the blood flowing in his body and will not be changed by his will.

The room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. In the darkness, Lawrence's dark eyes became brighter.