The Return to Hogwarts

Is there really no way to treat this?

Hermione opened her mouth as if to ask the question, but before she could speak, she wisely closed her mouth again.

She believed that Mrs. Longbottom must have done everything she could. Since Neville's parents had become like this because of resisting the mysterious man, perhaps Professor Dumbledore had even come to visit them in person, but was powerless to help.

And what about Professor Blaine?

Hermione couldn't help but think this, not because she believed that Professor Blaine's magical skills were deeper than Dumbledore's, or that his professional healing skills were better than St. Mungo's healers.

Earlier this year, when Professor Moody was explaining the three Unforgivable Curses to them, Professor Blaine added some theoretical points, and his views on the three Unforgivable Curses surprised even Professor Moody, who had been fighting against dark wizards for most of his life. Perhaps he had some brilliant ideas?

Hermione was thinking when she suddenly saw a figure jump up from the bed next to Neville's mother's, which was separated by another curtain!

That was probably Neville's father—Hermione immediately realized.

Wow!

Neville's father, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly pulled back the curtain, exposing himself to everyone's view.

"Oh, get out of here!"

For the first time, the usually composed and capable Mrs. Longbottom showed a hint of panic.

"Frank tends to take his anger out on strangers when he hasn't slept well; he used to be quite mild-mannered!"

Mrs. Longbottom hurriedly stood up and went around to the other bedside to stop the equally haggard-looking man with gray hair and bloodshot eyes filled with rage from smashing the vase on the bedside table at them.

"We'd better get out of here quickly and call for help!"

Knowing that staying would only make things worse, Tonks hurriedly pushed Hermione's wheelchair away. In the ward, only Mrs. Longbottom remained, still struggling with her son, and Neville's mother, huddled helplessly at the head of the bed.

Chapter 764 Agent Amostrabrain

2024-02-17

Chapter 764 Agent Amosta Blaine

“We found Friedel, Nila, and Bagdal, and obtained from them the list of all the wizards who smuggled themselves out of the country in the days following the shipment of the package. It’s here, Mr. Blaine—”

It was undoubtedly a terrible day. The snow on the roadside flowerbeds and rooftops had not yet completely melted, and in the early morning, a light drizzle began to fall from the gloomy sky. The damp, cold air caused a layer of misty, ever-changing fog to rise from the Thames, and with the disturbance of a gentle breeze, the fog began to seep into the row of houses along the riverbank.

Amostella, who was standing by the bed, withdrew her gaze from the misty world, turned around and took the list from Kingsley, and began to look at it carefully.

There were indeed a few familiar names on the list, but that didn't prove anything. Looking at the countries these illegal immigrants went to after leaving Britain, he thought for a moment and then offered a new suggestion.

"--We have limited manpower, Kingsley, and we can't investigate and interrogate everyone individually. In my opinion, we should focus on tracking down those who went to France, Germany, and Albania--"

Kingsley reacted quickly, pausing for only two seconds before realizing why Amosta Blaine had given such an instruction.

"You mean it coincides with the country where the wizard skilled in curses you provided is located?"

"That's right--"

Amostah pinched the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat tired.

"This judgment isn't entirely rigorous, but we're pressed for time and can only choose the most likely option—"

This was a very rational and wise decision. The capable Kingsley nodded silently, preparing to leave the guest room to arrange work. But before leaving, he paused, turned back, and hesitated before speaking.

“That Muggle girl, Mr. Blaine, I just heard she’s awake—”

Last night, when they brought the Muggle girl named Louise Andelle to the room where the Muggle youth named Frazier had died, although Louise had already suspected that something bad had probably happened to Frazier, she immediately broke down when she actually saw Frazier's body lying on the bed.

She cried so hard she couldn't speak, and no matter how much Amostall or Kingsley tried to comfort her, they couldn't stop her from sobbing. Louise's sadness was understandable, but her clinging to Fraser and refusing to leave the house was a real problem for Kingsley and the others.

So Amosta had to quietly cast a stun spell on her and give her some calming sedatives before bringing her here.

The house they were in was a three-story villa in a small garden on the banks of the Thames. The garden was surrounded on three sides by high iron fences, preventing people from entering. Muggles who liked to stroll around the area assumed it was the private holiday villa of some wealthy person who preferred peace and quiet. In reality, it was a well-protected safe house set up in London by the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic.

Upon arriving here, the Aurors quickly rearranged the interior to ensure they wouldn't give themselves away to the Muggles.

"Something that Muggle said casually last night really bothered me—"

After a brief silence, Amosta said,

"I have to go and talk to her."

The fireplace, burning brightly, made the dark-toned hall warm and cozy, but it couldn't dispel the somber atmosphere that permeated the villa. Amosta stepped out of the room, glanced at the dark green plants in the yard washed by the rain, and then turned and went up the spiral staircase along the wall to the second floor.

A row of oil paintings hanging on the wall directly opposite the stairs depicts famous deceased Aurors. Amosta glanced at them and could see the anger in the eyes of these Aurors' stiff faces.

Last night, the Aurors who were cleaning up here didn't take down the portraits of their predecessors. They just did some special treatment to make the figures in the oil paintings temporarily unable to move.

After giving an apologetic smile, Amosta turned to his right and followed the corridor to the innermost bedroom.

The door was ajar, not closed, and Amosta went in without knocking.

The four-poster bed with its blue curtains was empty, and the steaming breakfast on the bedside table showed no signs of being touched. The room was as quiet as if no one lived there.

After letting out a soft sigh, Amosta walked past the foot of the bed toward the balcony.

Amosta drew back the woolen curtains, brightening the dim room slightly. Then, he pushed open the wooden door with glass panels between the balcony and the bedroom and stepped onto the balcony.

Louise André was huddled in the corner of the wall, her arms wrapped around her bent legs. Her eyes, filled with confusion, stared at the gloomy, stormy world, and a few unshed tears clung to her long eyelashes.

She didn't put on her coat, only wearing a thin sweater. Moreover, the eaves of the open balcony couldn't completely shield her from the fine, icy rain. The dark, wet marks on the floor stretched all the way to Louise's feet and had quietly crept up her trouser legs, causing her body to tremble involuntarily, but Louise seemed oblivious.

Amosta pursed his lips, moved his fingers slightly, and then the wind and rain passing in front of them immediately changed course, and the chill in the air was quickly dispelled by a hidden force, making the temperature no longer so unbearable.

"Would you like to talk to me?"

Amosta walked to Louise's side, his downcast gaze filled with a hint of pity.

Louise's eyelashes trembled. She looked blankly at the gray-haired young man who had appeared beside her at some point and who exuded mystery in every way. An instinctive fear made her curl up even tighter.

The grief of losing a loved one cannot be soothed by pale words of comfort. Amostah, who had experienced this torment in both his past and present lives, knew this all too well. He didn't say anything more, but turned around and went back inside.

A moment later, he came out again with Louise's own coat.

When the man named Amosta Blaine approached with her own clothes and draped the coat over her, Louise suddenly felt an urge to burst into tears again, but she ultimately restrained herself.

"Thanks--"

Louise spoke in a hoarse, dry voice, while the man in front of her simply pursed his lips and gave her a gentle smile.

Louise recalled all the beautiful memories she had of her brother before she awoke from her desolate world. During this time, Amosta Blaine remained silent beside her.

Louise was incredibly grateful. As a journalist, she knew very well that Amosta must have had many questions for her, but he said nothing.

"He's a very understanding man," Louise thought.

Who are you?

When Louise began to speak, even Amosta breathed a sigh of relief. If this Muggle girl remained unable to control her grief, he would have to resort to some unconventional methods. To be honest, he was unwilling to do that to a girl who had lost a loved one, whether she was a Muggle or a wizard.

But this question was destined to receive no sincere answer—Amosta thought regretfully.

You can think of it as—

Amusta didn't look at Louise; he gazed at the ripples on the river's surface caused by the drizzle, and said in a low voice,

"We are an organization affiliated with the government, and our duty is to investigate... well, special cases that ordinary police officers cannot handle—"

"Are you secret agents?"

Louise's eyes widened slightly, and she blurted out instinctively.

You can understand it this way—

Amosta smiled.

No wonder the man told her during their last encounter that he wouldn't stay in the country often. Louise thought, a sense of curiosity rising within her.

After all, being a secret agent is a profession shrouded in mystery for ordinary people.

However, the thought that immediately arose in her mind extinguished Louise's previous curiosity, and her face darkened, even her golden hair lost its color.

"May I ask you something at a convenient time?"

Louise brushed her wet hair aside and said in a sorrowful voice,

How did you find Frazier?

Chapter 765 Magic

2024-02-18

"How did you find Fraser?" Louise asked in a sorrowful tone.

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A strong gust of wind disrupted the trajectory of the drizzling icy rain falling to the ground, and the doors and windows between the bedroom and the balcony shook violently. The intense cold impacted the warm barrier created by Amosta, and Louise shivered from the chill.

"Why don't we go inside and talk, Louise—"

Amosta did not answer the girl's question immediately. He spoke softly, stepped forward, and helped Louise up from the ground by taking her arm. Louise remained silent and did not resist.

The fireplace in the bedroom had been lit at some point, and the room was as warm as a hot spring. Louise, who had been shivering from the cold, relaxed her beautiful features, and her bad mood was somewhat calmed down.

Amosta helped Louise to the upholstered sofa by the fireplace, then went to the bedside table and brought over the breakfast the Aurors had prepared for her, placing it on the coffee table in front of her. However, judging from Louise's indifferent expression, she seemed to have little appetite.

"If you don't want some hot pumpkin soup to warm your stomach, I can also have someone bring you a cup of coffee to perk you up—"

Amosta said with a smile.