Hogwarts Homecoming

After Ginny yelled that sentence in a slightly trembling voice, there was no sound in the auditorium, and Harry could feel that at least two-thirds of the little wizard's eyes fell on him.

"Give me some reaction, Harry, you are so suspicious."

Hermione patted Harry's back quietly and said in a low voice.

Harry himself had never encountered such an embarrassing situation. Sirius was innocent, and he had not surrendered to Voldemort. This was something they already knew, but in the eyes of his classmates, Sirius was still the heinous Moreover, according to rumors, he escaped from Azkaban to avenge him, because he was the 'Boy Who Lived' who made Voldemort's plot fail!

So...well, he should act a little happier?

"Oh, really?"

Harry opened his eyes wide, trying to express his surprise and excitement at the news,

"When did that happen ahem, well done - I mean, the Ministry of Magic!"

Ron pinched his thigh desperately, because if he didn't, he would probably roll on the ground laughing, and Hermione's shoulders were shaking slightly, and it seemed that she had endured it very hard.

"The Daily Prophet this morning said it--"

Neville, who was a few steps away, stood up, flicked the Daily Prophet on his hand,

"Ministry of Magic propaganda has had him for a while and the papers say they've been interrogating him, presumably trying to figure out how he got out of Azkaban, after all, he was the first to do it -"

The sights from various colleges put a lot of pressure on Harry. He didn't like being surrounded by people like animals in a zoo, so he walked quickly to Seamus and the twin brothers who made room for him, and took the Neville buried his head in the newspaper in his hands as Hermione and Ron crowded around him.

"Well, did the newspaper say how to 'catch' Sirius?"

After staying in the school hospital for a week, Ron, who had no taste due to being fed various medicines every day, returned to his normal environment and his appetite immediately returned to normal. He couldn't wait to stuff his mouth with pies, and his sense of happiness was overwhelming he asked gruntingly.

"—said it was found while searching for Greyback in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry's attention was mainly on the picture of Sirius in the middle of the newspaper. He was put on a prison uniform by the Ministry of Magic again, but the wounds from that night seemed to be almost healed, but, because of the need to match the acting, he was already plump There was a little helplessness on Duoduo's cheeks.

Fred came back to the question for Harry,

"Black is destined to return to Azkaban, Harry, there is no need to worry about it anymore, tell us about the duel between you and the werewolf, it is rumored in school, Malfoy is finished, He got bitten off by Greyback, please, please tell us that's the truth!"

"almost!"

Ron tried to swallow the food in his mouth, and said with a flushed face, he was going to tell everyone about Malfoy's misfortune, but Hermione kicked him hard on the ankle under the table, and he had to stop.

The Gryffindor classmates gathered around one by one. Many people from the adjacent Hufflepuffs, including Ravenclaw across a long table, came to ask them about it. Ron was still able to hold on at the beginning. Moral bottom line, I told everyone that Professor Lupine, Snape and Hagrid saved them, but five minutes later, I saw him beaming and told everyone how he cut off the ears of a dozen werewolves with a magic spell

"Can they handle the situation?"

Professor McGonagall on the staff table said worriedly,

"Connelly's repeated orders are not allowed to leak in advance. But I'm afraid it will not be easy. They are the age of showing off."

"Oh, what a rare—"

On the other side, Snape's thin and cool lips drew a sarcastic arc,

"It's rare that we see eye-to-eye on Potter and his empty-headed friends."

"Nothing to worry about, Minerva."

Dumbledore shook his beard and said with a smile,

"I believe they can keep it secret. Speaking of which, do I need to sign the statement that Amosta asked Miss Granger to provide?"

"Oh, if you want, Albus, I think you'd better sign it."

Professor McGonagall, who was stunned by Snape, said angrily.

Mentioning Amostar, Snape fell silent, and after a while, amidst the restored melodious sound of knives and forks hitting the plate on the dining table, Snape asked sullenly,

"What is he doing now?"

"Excuse me, Severus?"

Dumbledore turned his head and blinked playfully, "Who are you asking?"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully at Snape's cold glance,

"If you're asking Amosta. Well, I think he's busy solving a little problem for himself right now, and I sincerely hope his style of doing things can be milder. After all, it's not the same today, is it? "

At the beginning of the night, a market in east London full of restaurants and bars has been crowded with Muggles, who are shuttling through various stalls such as Asian barbecue, Latin American barbecue, Mediterranean snacks, and British classic dishes. Different styles of clothing, because most of them are foreigners, who come here because of the fame.

The Muggles who came and went could never have imagined that the two well-known figures in the wizarding world were so close to them.

On the side of the road, in a tea restaurant with Chinese style and retro decoration, leaning against the window, Amosta and Amelia sat on both sides of a wooden table, talking.

Benedict--

After Amosta took a sip of the bitter tea, he put the purple sand teacup, which is rare in England, on the wooden table in front of him. The dim light in the room reflected on his cheeks, outlining his gentle smile somewhat lazily,

"Surprisingly, Amelia—"

Amosta knocked on the wooden table with his fingers, then pointed to the dimly lit world outside the window,

"As a well-known senior official of the Ministry of Magic, you know more about the Muggle world than I imagined—"

"In the Muggle government records, I am a single, middle-aged woman living alone."

During non-working hours, Amelia took off her intimidating attire. She wore a light green loose T-shirt and plain jeans, and she really looked like an ordinary Muggle woman.

Staring at all kinds of Muggle youths passing by the window, Amelia looked a bit melancholy,

"You grew up in the Muggle world, Amostar, what did you think of them?"

"Awesome-"

Amosta was silent for a while, looking out of the window, and said softly.

"yes."

Amelia took a deep breath and then let it out, speaking in a tone as bitter as the tea in the cup,

"Not only London, but also Muggle societies in Europe, America, and Asia—during the years when I served as the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I have visited and exchanged with the Ministry of Magic of other countries several times. The situation is basically the same as ours.

The development of Muggle society is changing with each passing day, and what they call 'technology' has greatly changed the lives of Muggles. They have done many incredible things that even wizards cannot do. They can also talk across an ocean. Destroy a country with weapons, go to the moon

As for us wizards, for hundreds of years, our society has not changed fundamentally—many wizards who were born in the Muggle world were quickly changed by some stubborn things in our world after entering the wizarding world. They did integrate into the wizarding world, But without the enviable aggressiveness and wide-eyed vision of a Muggle--"

Amosta lowered his eyes, staring at the glistening liquid in the teacup and remained silent.

The magic world needs to change, otherwise sooner or later, the dignity and self-confidence of wizards will be shattered under the Muggles' iron hooves of technology. I've made it clear.