Hogwarts Homecoming

"I was across the road, picking up my hat from the gap between two buildings. It was given to me by the master."

Lawrence's face turned pale and he swallowed, his heart pumping faster in his chest, as if he had returned to that rainy day again.

"Just when I got my hat and was about to go out, I suddenly heard two noises. Two men appeared on the street. He... they suddenly appeared in front of the postman."

Amosta nodded slightly and glanced at Lawrence, who was in turmoil.

"Sit down and talk, Lawrence, don't be afraid, they didn't notice you, did they?"

"Sorry, Amosta, I've never seen anything so ridiculous,"

Lawrence sat back down as instructed. He took off his reading glasses and wiped them with a napkin. Then he looked at the young master with a calm expression, feeling a little awe in his heart.

There is a group of people, their number is probably not small, they have wonderful abilities, and they have their own circle. The organization and the government may or may not know about their existence, but if they know, the government must be helping them and informing the public. Hidden, and the young master is a person with status and status in this circle.

That was all Lawrence could deduce.

"...One of them pointed a little stick at the postman who should have seen something was wrong, and then he couldn't move, as if..."

"Petrified." Amosta said for him.

"That's right, it's petrification."

Lawrence stared into those unpredictable eyes, clenched his fists under the tablecloth,

"I didn't hear what they were discussing, but after the two men petrified the postman, they checked the packages he delivered. They opened a box and waved the stick. The contents of the box flew everywhere, and several They picked out a black chocolate frog and they made one of them fly into the postman's throat and that's what happened."

Judging from the young master's expression, Lawrence knew that everything he outlined was very important to the young master. He looked at the young master nervously, sincerely hoping that what he saw could help him.

But he didn't ask anything out of curiosity. After serving the Blaine family for a lifetime and witnessing many business secrets, Lawrence knew very well that the less known about some things, the better.

Du, du, du—

After tapping the table with his fingers a few times, Amosta asked,

"After those two men left, you checked the postman's delivery, didn't you, Lawrence?"

"You are right——"

Lawrence was in a trance for a while, and the solemn young master looked more like a master. At many important moments in the development of the Blaine family, when the master was making important decisions, Lawrence often accompanied him. He was very familiar with this kind of solemnity with a little indifference. eyebrows,

"After they left, I hid in the gap for a few minutes. It was raining heavily and no one was passing by. Before the police came, I went to check the express delivery and found the sender of the opened package. It's Harry Potter. From a village called Hogsmeade. There are two other packages from this address, belonging to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."

Lawrence remembered this incident very clearly. Only a small part of the reason why he was bedridden during this period was because of the cold rain, but mostly because of the stimulation and fright.

It was the day Hermione was attacked.

Amosta realized it immediately. No wonder, when he saw these three little guys in the Three Broomsticks bar, they looked guilty. It turned out that they secretly donated things to the orphanage.

There was another sigh in my heart.

Emotionally, he was slightly touched by the kindness of Harry, Ron and Hermione, but intellectually, Amosta had to say that they were stupid and unlucky.

He himself would also take some special candies from the magical world to the children in the orphanage, but didn't he choose them before sending them? No, with Hermione here, she would definitely not forget this, unless, what happened at that time? Something diverted Hermione's attention.

This is indeed the case. Harry lost his temper because he met Cedric and Cho Chang who were dating by chance. Hermione only cared about his emotions, which left a mark.

And it was precisely because of Hermione's attack that the Ministry of Magic urgently began to trace the package at Hogwarts, and it finally fell into the eyes of someone with an intention.

"I need to see your memory, Lawrence."

Look at my memory?

Listening to the young master's blunt words, Lawrence was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. However, when he saw the young master's finger flicking and the black, straight stick slipped out from the cuff, Lawrence's His lips suddenly tightened, and he felt the urge to escape.

"This is a magic wand. The two people you saw are wizards. The method they used to kill the postman is called magic."

Amosta smiled and looked at Lawrence, who was breathing heavily.

"As you may have guessed, I am also a wizard."

"Wizard. Magic, this - this is -"

Lawrence's eyes were unfocused and he murmured,

"It's incredible."

"Things about 'us', Lawrence—"

Amosta said gently,

"I know you will be curious, but it is not convenient for me to reveal too much, but what you saw is very important, and I need to witness it with my own eyes. You can rest assured that extracting your memory will not cause any harm to you."

"Extract memory--"

Lawrence moved the corners of his mouth, trying to smile to ease the atmosphere, but the expression he put on was more like a convulsion after a stroke.

"Sounds like a craniotomy."

Lawrence took a deep breath and his expression softened, "How do you need me to cooperate?"

It was as if a thread of ice had been pulled out from his temple. Lawrence didn't feel any discomfort, but instead felt a faint sense of coolness. He watched as the silver thread extracted from his head was wrapped around the tip of the wand in the young master's hand. Then, the young master's wrist dexterously moved around a few times, and the silver thread began to spin rapidly, rendering a A dazzling halo!

Wow--

With a crisp response, the halo expanded rapidly under Lawrence's stunned gaze, and finally, a slightly gloomy three-dimensional picture filled the luxurious small restaurant.

"It's incredible."

Staring at the street in front of him that gave him nightmares, Lawrence murmured, but Amosta ignored Lawrence's shock. He walked into the picture and came to the two people wearing black windbreakers and wide-brimmed dome hats. In front of men.

The pictures flowed quietly, and everything was similar to what Lawrence had just described. Amosta watched quietly, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, but at the end when the Muggle fell, his expression became solemn again.

"Deluxe"

In the frozen gloomy world, Amosta closed his eyes.

"Stupid"

Amosta sighed again, and asked Delis and another Auror to do this. Is the person clear about the consequences of doing so?

He had just declared to the European wizarding community that he would uproot a dark wizarding organization that treated Muggles cruelly. Then he turned around and revealed that Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic were killing innocent Muggles under the instructions of high-level officials. This is what can make Britain The egregious events that brought down the Ministry of Magic!

Amosta has long known that there is no limit to political struggle, but he did not expect that these people could actually do this.