The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta raised his hand, stopping Whip from continuing.

“I am a professor, VIP, and my primary job is to teach. Moreover, I have many other things to do, and I simply don’t have the time.”

Whee fell silent, and finally, he nodded.

"I want to apologize to you, Mr. Blaine—"

The old demon Bana also came to Amosta's side, and said somewhat uneasily.

"The goblins should inform her about that unreasonable bet. Perhaps that way, Miss Hermione Granger could avoid being harmed. If it's convenient, I hope you can help convey the goblins' apologies to Miss Hermione Granger. I've heard that she is a witch of excellent character and academic achievement, and if she is interested, Gringotts is willing to open its doors to her after she graduates from Hogwarts."

These high-ranking officials are far more knowledgeable about this matter than the general public.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Barna. Even if the wisdom of ten Dumbledores were combined, it would be impossible to see through all the conspiracies in this world."

Amosta patted the old witch's arm reassuringly and said with a smile.

“I was planning to visit her in St. Mungo right after the press conference, and I will pass on your invitation.”

Everyone wanted to talk to Amosta, and Cornelius Fudge also came up to Amosta Blaine and exchanged a few words with him, however...

I watched Cornelius's retreating figure as he quickly left to speak with the German Minister of Magic after exchanging a few perfunctory words.

Cornelius Fudge's wariness of him deepened.

"Mr. Blaine,"

Kingsley approached Amosta, having overheard her conversation with Barna, and whispered a reminder.

“Before you go to see Hermione Granger, you see, I mean, Miss Louise Andelle is still waiting for you.”

Chapter 805 Dream

2024-03-15

As if overnight, London went from a cold, damp winter to a warm, blossoming spring.

A gentle spring breeze rippled the Thames, reflecting the azure sky. On the opposite bank, the cheerful laughter of a group of tourists visiting London startled Louise, who was sitting on the balcony lost in thought. She watched the group of tourists as their figures gradually receded into the distance until they became blurry black shadows in her field of vision.

Several potted ornamental flowers on the balcony have sprouted new buds, swaying in the warm, vibrant breeze.

Louise glanced at them briefly before looking away listlessly. She looked at the glass door separating the bedroom and the balcony, and at the slightly somber face reflected in it.

Without needing to be told, Louise knew that the hot topic sparked by that evil organization would continue to circulate in the magical world for some time, and Amosta Blaine's reputation would rise to another level. In some ways, the magical world was not much different from her own.

But for her personally, it was all over.

Since returning to London, Amosta has placed her in the Auror safe house where they originally housed her, and now she knows what the Aurors do.

Although she had only been involved in the investigation of Frazier's death for about ten days, as a journalist, Louise knew that the information was crucial, and in those ten days, she had already formed a preliminary outline of the wizarding world in her mind.

Click——

Louise turned the handle and went into the bedroom.

"Truly luxurious"

Looking at the room's classic and luxurious decor, Louise muttered something.

This villa is located in a scenic area along the Thames River, and the cost of buying it would probably be an astonishing figure. However, the wizards actually bought it to use as a temporary Auror base, which made Louise marvel at the wealth the wizards possessed.

"How did they manage to resolve their identity issues?" Louise wondered, but then she shook her head, banishing the question from her mind.

"Anyway, magic can solve everything."

puff--

Louise lay down on the soft four-poster bed, covering her eyes with her arms.

The past ten days of running around seemed to have exhausted Louise. Even though she slept in late this morning, she still felt extremely tired. Every cell in her body seemed to be protesting and needed more rest. But no matter how hard Louise tried, she couldn't fall asleep. Amosta's voice kept lingering in her mind.

"It makes no sense."

These were the words Amosta had said to Louise before they set off, in response to her strong request to come along. Now, she understood why Amosta had said that to her.

"That's so unfair!"

Louise pressed her arm tightly against her burning eye sockets, her soft voice echoing in the room.

boom!

A crisp chime rang out in the quiet villa. Louise, who had been lying motionless in bed for over an hour as if asleep, jumped up immediately upon hearing the sound. Her experiences over the past few days had made it clear to her what the sound meant.

Du, du, du—

Sure enough, footsteps came from outside the door. The footsteps became clearer and finally stopped outside her door. Then, there was a knock on the door.

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Louise's heart raced, and she clenched her sleeves, revealing a hint of fear that she couldn't help but show.

"May I come in, Louise?"

Amosta's gentle voice rang out from outside the door.

After a long silence, Louise expressed her agreement in a slightly hoarse voice.

Louise stood at the head of the bed, her hands clenched tightly. Looking at herself, her reddened eyes revealed resistance, or rather, fear.

Have you finished your work?

Before Amosta could speak, Louise spoke first, asking a question that revealed her unease and nervousness.

"Oh, no—"

Amosta entered the room with a smile and said in a gentle voice,

"Actually, there are still quite a few troubles left behind. Many people have suggested that I preside over the trial of those dark wizards, but I don't have that much time and energy to do it."

News from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses says my student has recovered, but I still need to see her. Also, remember I had Kingsley send Onisto Pastory back to London? He's in the hospital now, and if possible, I hope to find a way to get him back to normal. The school is organizing a large magical competition, and the second competition is approaching. I have a lot of time to deal with. Hmm, my teaching schedule is also a bit behind schedule.”

Amosta sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

Listening to Amosta's incessant complaints, Louise pursed her lips, her fear easing slightly, but she still didn't say a word.

Seeing the girl become reserved, Amosta felt a little heavy-hearted. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but he swallowed the words back down.

Just like he said, it makes no sense.

"This experience felt like a dream."

The silence lasted for a long time, then suddenly Louise smiled and said softly,

"It's time to wake up from this dream."

Louise raised her bright eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.

Will it hurt to delete memories?

"will not."

Amosta laughed.

"There's a chance it might cause dementia. Ah, of course, you know my magical skills are superb; I should be able to eliminate such risks. Even if misfortune does occur, it doesn't matter; I'm quite wealthy and can afford the compensation."

Seeing the girl giggling, Amosta's expression softened further, until Louise regained her composure and courage shone in her bright eyes. Amosta then continued speaking in a gentle voice.

"Kingsley will take care of what happens next. He will return Frazier to you in a reasonable way and under a plausible pretext. You and your family will also receive a sum of money as compensation for the harm you suffered as Muggles at the hands of wizards."

Louise nodded slightly, a shadow of gloom creeping back onto her face.

The bright view outside the window could not dispel the sadness that permeated the room.

"I can."

A moment of silence followed. Louise looked up and met Amosta's eyes.

"Can I...not forget you?"

Noticing the hint of apology in Amosta's expression, Louise quickly explained.

"I mean the first time I saw you, at that subway station in the city center!"

Amosta didn't answer immediately. It wasn't until he saw the pleading in Louise's eyes and realized she had misunderstood the reason for his silence that Amosta nodded.

“That’s no problem, Louise. So, is there anything else you’d like to say?”

Louise became hesitant; it seemed she did indeed have some unresolved issues.

“I will do my best to help you achieve it,” Amosta said gently.

You can.

Amosta's promise seemed to give Louise some courage, making her braver. She held her breath, a blush creeping onto her fair and pretty face, but she still looked into Amosta's eyes.

"Could you... close your eyes?"

Even Amosta's breath caught in his throat for a moment. He stared at Louise, whose eyes were filled with cautious anticipation, and watched as the light gradually dimmed. Finally, before the light was completely extinguished, he nodded and closed his eyes.

Louise's heart leaped into her throat, and the rapid beating of her heart even made her feel slightly dizzy.

She could hardly believe that Amosta had actually agreed. In that instant, bright sunlight finally streamed into the dim bedroom.

Biting her lower lip, the girl's cheeks flushed crimson. She tiptoed and slowly approached, her hot breaths mingling as they drew closer. Louise closed her eyes.

Perhaps it touches the lips, perhaps it touches the tip of the nose.

A touch as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.