The Return to Hogwarts

"So, would you like to work for the Security Department, Amelia?"

As Amelia walked out of the office, she still looked dazed. Half of what had happened in the office went as she expected, while the other half was completely beyond her plans. She never imagined that she would so unexpectedly get the opportunity to enter the department in Congress with the most elite wizards—Mr. Grevis promised that if she could complete the task well, then she would have passed the entrance test, which was something she had dreamed of ever since she learned about the Auror profession!

As Amelia passed by Ms. Ross, who had curly hair, she was so excited that she almost forgot her future boss's instructions. It wasn't until they reached the elevator lobby that she rushed back to Ms. Ross, who was organizing the records of the missing magical creatures, and said...

“I’m sorry, Ms. Ross, Mr. Grevis would like you to come to his office—”

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Knowing her boss's decisive style, Ms. Ross didn't dare to delay. She put down what she was doing, grabbed her notebook, and hurried to Mr. Grevis's office. Just half a minute later, she came out in a hurry, while Amelia had already left the security department.

About ten minutes later, Ms. Ross got what Mr. Grevis wanted and jogged back into the supervisor's office.

"Here is the file on Amelia Dett that you requested, sir—"

"Thank you."

Grevis, who was usually stern and unsmiling in front of his subordinates, nodded, indicating that Ross could leave.

This is a very detailed file, including objective evaluations of Amelia's daily performance and abilities from the heads of the two departments she has served in since joining the Magical Congress.

This includes Amelia's exam results during her time at Ifamoni, the honors she won for the academy, and the school rules she broke;

Includes Amelia's family information: brief introductions of family members, their places of residence, ancestral origins, etc.

As he read, Grevis's expression gradually became serious. His sharp gaze fell on some of the words, and his brow furrowed deeply.

Could it be a coincidence?

After a while, Grevis looked away from Amelia's file, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Suddenly, at one moment, Grevis stood up from his chair, quickly gathered the documents on his desk into a box, and walked towards the fireplace on the other side of the office.

In theory, fireplaces in congressional offices are not allowed to be used for private purposes, and Grevis would not normally violate the rules. However, he had something he urgently wanted to understand, so he couldn't care less about these formalities.

Enveloped in a tornado of emerald flames, and amidst a dizzying spin, Grevis left his office and appeared in his house in New York.

Sensing the return of the head of the household, the lights in the room automatically turned on, and the flames in the fireplace did not go out even after Grevis left.

There was no one else in the house; his real home wasn't there. This was just a safe house he owned in the Bronx, New York.

Stepping up the spiral staircase, Grevis strode into his study. He placed the file box on his desk, and when he saw the letter from the renowned expert on magical creatures, urging him to take the lost magical creatures seriously and address the potential risks, a fierce glint flashed in Grevis's dark red eyes for some reason.

He folded the letter and stuffed it into the drawer, then took out a brand new sheet of paper, seemingly preparing to write a letter to someone. But before his hand could even touch the quill pen stuck in the ink bottle, Grevis's expression suddenly changed.

vomit!

With a suppressed, painful vomiting sound, a mouthful of blood gushed from Grevis's mouth. The blood, which was not bright in color but rather filled with a grayish hue and a faint stench of decay, immediately stained the letter he had just pulled out.

In an instant, Grevis's face turned ashen, everything before his eyes became blurry, and he staggered and fell back into the chair.

The pain continued; large drops of cold sweat seeped from his graying temples, trickling down his cheeks and forming dark yellow stains on his clean white collar.

Judging from his expression, Grevis was not shocked by the situation he was facing, which was obviously not the first time. After catching his breath, he struggled to his feet and staggered toward the fireplace in the room, where a niche was embedded in the wall.

The niche contained a bronze alchemical instrument, but that was not Grevis's target. He supported himself with his arm on the lower edge of the niche, fiddling with the instrument whose purpose he did not know, while his hand blindly caressed something on the white relief on the inner wall of the niche.

Click——

After the sound of the machine gun opening rang out, the relief panel fell down, revealing a hidden space.

A bottle of crimson potion stained with streaks of gold, and a spellbook.

Glug, glug, glug--

Grevis couldn't wait to pull out the cork and gulp down the potion. As the last drop of the scalding golden potion slid into his mouth, Grevis let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground.

The effect was immediate. The gray and putrid blood seeping from his mouth and nose instantly regained its vibrant color. As the red mist rose, the blood stained with his lips and clothes seemed to flow backwards and fly back into Grevis's throat, causing him to tremble slightly.

A long silence followed, broken only by the ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock.

The moon, tinged with a rosy hue, was shrouded in wisps of black smoke. Several crows, driven by the cold wind, took flight, their mournful cries echoing as they flew over the rooftops of the detached houses.

Finally, Grevis stood up silently, his hand tightly gripping the empty glass bottle, a few gray strands of hair falling from his neatly combed sideburns.

Deciphering Cutting-Edge Black Magic

Grevis stared intently at the magic book hidden behind the niche, his expression subtly ferocious, as if he were trying his best to restrain himself.

Click——

The machine closed, and the glass bottle in his hand disappeared with a wave of his magic wand.

Grevis returned wearily to his desk and sat down with a somewhat dejected air.

He was breathing slightly, his gaze falling once more on Amelia's file. After staring at it silently for a long time, he shook his head and looked away, pulling out Newt Scamander's warning letter from the drawer again.

"Oops."

After a long while, a weary sigh echoed from the study.

Chapter 887 Ancestral Home

2024-04-29

By the time Amelia returned to the hotel where Amosta Blaine and his assistant were staying, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Considering that the two had traveled a long way that day, she assumed they were already resting, so she planned to inform them the next morning that Mr. Blaine's request had been granted.

But when she checked into the Muggle hotel where they were staying and was walking down the corridor in front of their room with her suitcase, the door, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

Amelia glanced over warily and found that Mr. Blaine and Mr. Lupin were not resting. Mr. Lupin was holding documents and talking to Mr. Blaine in the small dining room of the presidential suite, while Mr. Blaine sat in the main seat, his chin resting on his fists, and smiled gently at her.

"Are you all done?"

Amosta said softly, glancing at the suitcase beside Amelia.

Amelia nodded subconsciously, then frowned slightly, quickly looked around to make sure no one was there, and went into the room, asking seriously,

"You possess other wands, Mr. Blaine?"

"I don't necessarily need a wand to cast spells."

Amostah chuckled and looked at Remus.

"Well then, I think we all need some late-night snacks to soothe our rumbling stomachs, Remus?"

"certainly--"

Remus quickly packed up the documents, nodded amicably to Amelia, and then strode out of the room.

"Would you like something to drink?" Amosta strolled over to the wine rack and asked politely.

Looking at the young man standing in the soft light and shadow, Amelia pursed her lips, a strange feeling creeping into her heart. Officially, she was the person Congress had sent to monitor Amosta Blaine, but the man before her was surprisingly good-natured, showing no hostility or resistance towards her or Congress.

Perhaps, this can only be explained by the magnanimity of the great mage—Amelia thought.

"Either is fine, Mr. Blaine—"

Amelia suppressed her inner thoughts and said somewhat reservedly, after all, Amosta Blaine was undoubtedly a legend in the contemporary magical world.

"Just call me Amosta. And then, some sweet sherry will help you sleep."

Amostah smiled, and Amelia saw that he simply beckoned with his finger, and the cork sealing the bottle neck slid out smoothly.

Wandless and silent casting. Although it was just a trivial little spell, the effortless and fluid movements demonstrated Amosta Blaine's extraordinary magical skill.

So you see—

Amosta walked over with a wine glass in his hand, and glanced at Amelia's suitcase again.

"The Ministry of Security has approved my request, right?"

In a short while, Amosta had already cast two spells in front of her. Amelia didn't know if this was a violation of the rules. Although she didn't agree with Mr. Grevis's point of view, since the matter had been settled, Amelia would still take her mission seriously. If the Security Department taking away the wand was meant to deprive Mr. Blaine of his ability to cast spells, then...

"Oh, um"

After a moment of surprise, Amelia nodded. "Yes, Braamosta, Mr. Grevis has agreed to your request. I will be responsible for your safety while you are in New York, well, for your safety, since you have temporarily lost your wand."

Amelia said this without mentioning at all that she had helped Amosta stand up for him, only to be rejected.

"Thank you so much--"

Across the table, Amosta raised his glass to Amelia, smiling, and said...

"I believe my safety will be fully guaranteed. Hmm, you see, Amelia, for reasons we both know, we'll probably need to spend some time together. In that case, perhaps we should introduce ourselves?"

Amosta Blaine didn't need to introduce herself; Chocolate Frog's card already listed in detail the remarkable achievements Blaine had made in recent years. Amelia knew that it was her turn to introduce herself.

“Yes, I am Amelia Decker, and I work in the Immigration and Exit Administration Office under the International Magic Cooperation Division of the Magical Congress of the United States. I mean, before. Now Mr. Grevis has assigned me to intern in the Security Department.”

Amosta smiled and nodded.

"You graduated from Iphamoni?"

"Yes, Iphamoni Magic School, Thunderbird Academy."

"How's it going there?"

"very good,"

Mentioning the school, Amelia's brown eyes lit up, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. Almost instinctively, she said...

"Ivermony is the best magic school in the world, and Thunderbird Academy is the best in Ivermony!"

But after she said that, she suddenly realized that Amosta Blaine, who was standing in front of her, was working at another world-renowned magic school, and that what she had said might have been perceived as a provocation by Blaine.

But Amosta didn't pay any attention to these 'arrogant' remarks. He nodded with a smile, and then looked Amelia over carefully with a scrutinizing gaze.