The Return to Hogwarts

When Amelia saw the two men walk in, she was stunned for a moment, then asked incredulously. She hadn't expected them to come to visit her, because no matter what, she was sent by Mr. Grevis to monitor them. They should be happy that she was injured and hospitalized.

But Amelia quickly regained her senses and prepared to get off the hospital bed. Although one of her arms was wrapped in bandages and her face was a little sallow from inhaling the toxic gas, Amelia knew that she was not seriously injured.

But Amosta stopped her.

"Neither Remus nor I wanted to disturb your rest, Amelia—"

The strangeness that had been outside the ward earlier had completely disappeared from Amosta's sight. He glanced at the elderly couple at the foot of the bed, smiled politely at them, and then looked at Amelia and said...

"How are you feeling, Amelia?" Remus asked with a smile.

“The therapists think I don’t have any problems.”

Amelia remained in the hospital bed, nodding gratefully to Amosta and Remus.

"But my therapist still thinks I should stay in the hospital for a few days of observation because the venom of the venomous leopard can have different effects on different people, although the amount I inhaled was not enough to be fatal--"

Amelia looked at her parents and understood perfectly why they seemed a little surprised. To be honest, it made her feel a little embarrassed as well.

But she knew she should still formally introduce her parents.

“These two are wizards from London, Mom and Dad. This is Remus Lupin, and that one... well, he has the same name as you, Dad. My current mission is... Amosta and Remus are quite famous in the wizarding world, and the Magical Congress believes they should be protected, so they sent me on this mission.”

Amelia lied with difficulty and shame.

Because telling her parents that she was actually spying on them would embarrass Amosta and Remus, and her parents would be confused as to why the person being spyed would come to visit the person who is spying on them.

Mr. Dett glanced at his wife and saw the same emotion in her eyes. It turned out that they had not misheard; the gray-haired young man in front of them really did share the same name as them.

"What a wonderful coincidence, Mr. Dett—"

Amosta smiled and extended his hand to Amosta Dett, who hesitated for a moment before shaking Amosta's hand.

"You're right, it is indeed a strange coincidence--"

Amosta Det looked at the gray-haired young man in front of him. He didn't know why he felt a sense of kinship with this young man. He did feel a slight familiarity with this young and handsome face, but for a moment, he couldn't figure out why.

Mrs. Dett shared the same feeling as her husband; she didn't know why she felt close to this young man who shared her husband's name, and she also felt a certain familiarity with Amosta's face.

"I think I should apologize—"

Amosta said to the elderly couple in front of him.

“It was because of some of my poor decisions that your daughter was hurt last night.”

An ill-advised decision?

Mr. and Mrs. Dett glanced at their daughter. The explanation they received from Amelia's colleagues who had come to inform them was that the important mission Amelia was protecting had been attacked by a magical creature in the city, and Amelia had been injured in the process of repelling the creature.

But it seems there are some hidden reasons.

"You shouldn't apologize, Mr. Blaine!"

Amelia was somewhat agitated, but with her parents present, she quickly regained her composure and earnestly said,

"If you hadn't held that venomous leopard back, it's unimaginable how much damage it would have caused in New York. It's my fault for being incompetent and causing you trouble—"

Mr. Blaine?

Upon hearing the surname, Amelia's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dett, were struck dumb as if by lightning, and both of them froze as if they had been petrified!

Chapter 904 Inquire

2024-05-07

Amostabryan?!

The name, the surname... Mr. and Mrs. Dett's faces stiffened and turned pale as they walked toward their aging hearts, which pounded rapidly in their chests, and the rush of blood to their heads made them both slightly dizzy!

Mr. Dett turned his head and stared blankly at his wife. After a lifetime of marriage, the couple had long understood each other's thoughts. They both knew what the other was thinking. After all, it was the most painful thing in the first half of their lives!

Mr. and Mrs. Dert moved their dry lips, their gazes meeting in unison on the handsome face of the gray-haired young man, trying to find the source of their familiarity with him. As painful memories from the depths of their hearts resurfaced, their breathing grew heavy, and Mrs. Dert involuntarily leaned against Mr. Dert's arm.

Amelia is learning from Amosta and Remus what happened after last night.

She didn't witness what happened later, because shortly after Amosta chased after the venomous leopard, she fainted after being exposed to some of the poisonous smoke. She only heard about what happened afterward from her colleagues who took her to the St. Josiah Magical Injury Hospital.

Amelia was also very disappointed that she hadn't been able to meet the legendary Newt Scamander, but the most important thing was to suppress the venomous leopard.

Of course, this matter is not over yet. It is also very important to catch those three audacious dark wizards who dared to trade the venomous leopard. Amelia also hopes to join the hunt, but she knows she will not have the opportunity. She is just a newcomer who has not received systematic training, and she is also injured. Maybe by the time she is discharged from the hospital, the three dark wizards will have already been brought to justice.

"What's wrong, Mom and Dad?"

Filled with regret and anger towards the lawbreakers, Amelia suddenly realized that something was wrong with her parents.

They were looking at Amosta Blaine, their expressions seemingly somewhat lost and dejected.

"Oh!"

Mr. Dutter snapped out of his daze, took a few shallow breaths, and struggled to tear his gaze away from the young man with the same name as him. Just as he was trying to figure out how to explain his own obviously terrible complexion, Mrs. Dutter moved her bloodless lips.

"We're alright, darling--"

Mrs. Dett forced an awkward smile. "It's just... oh, you know, your father and I aren't used to your kind of transportation... the FlooNet. It's a bit too much for us."

"It's just a small matter; they shouldn't have called you here!"

Amelia bit her lip, looking at her parents with heartache. Her parents were much older than the parents of other children her age, and she shouldn't let them worry anymore.

Don't talk nonsense, darling--

Mrs. Dett paused for a moment, then sat down beside her daughter's bed and tenderly stroked Amelia's hair.

"How could your father and I leave you alone in the hospital?"

So you see—

Mr. Dett's voice was a little hoarse, and he forced himself to give Amosta a friendly smile. "You're from London, right? Um. Amosta, are you a native Londoner?"

Amosta seemed oblivious to everything that was amiss; he nodded slightly and smiled calmly.

“Yes, Mr. Dett, I grew up in London.”

"Yes, what a strange coincidence--"

Mr. Dett murmured absentmindedly, but then he realized his expression was a bit off, took a deep breath, and forced a smile.

“I mean, we share the same name. Jennifer and I are also from London, oh, then some things happened, so we decided to move to New York to settle down, but London is a nice place, isn’t it? Speaking of which, where does your name come from?”

“From my mother.”

Amosta said politely.

"dad."

Amelia pursed her lips, her gaze towards her father slightly displeased. Generally, she wouldn't dare show such a look to her stern father, but she genuinely felt that he had been somewhat rude; he shouldn't have inquired about these things from Mr. Amosta Blaine.

"Oh, I think your dad is just curious--"

Mrs. Dett brushed a strand of hair from her daughter's temple, gazing at her daughter's youthful and beautiful face on the sickbed. A mixture of love and sorrow flashed in Mrs. Dett's eyes. She glanced sideways at Amusta, but her gaze quickly shifted away as if burned. She blew her nose, her voice damp with tears.

"This Mr. Amosta Blaine is a big shot in the magical world, isn't he? But he looks so young. Oh, may I ask your age?"

"mom!"

Amelia was genuinely embarrassed and annoyed. She didn't understand what was wrong with her parents. Knowing them as she did, they would never ask such questions to strangers they had just met.

Seemingly finding the scene quite amusing, Remus's lips twitched. Perhaps the Muggle couple were particularly pleased with Amosta Blaine and therefore wanted to know more about him?

Amosta chuckled, indicating that he didn't mind.

"I am twenty-five years old, madam. Oh, I dare not call myself any great person, I can only be considered a fairly qualified wizard."

Amosta said modestly.

Amosta Blaine, a Londoner, whose name comes from his mother, is 25 years old.

These were the messages that kept running through Mr. and Mrs. Dett's minds. These messages were suffocating to them. Every single one of them matched up, but they couldn't believe that such a coincidence could happen!

“Well then, perhaps we should take our leave, Amelia.”

Having achieved his purpose of the visit, Amosta, not wanting to intrude on Amelia's family's intimate time, smiled and said to Amelia...

“We probably won’t be going out for the next few days except to visit Newt. You can focus on recovering and don’t worry about us causing any damage.”

This was, of course, a joke. Amelia's smile faded, and she was about to say something when Mr. Dett suddenly snapped out of his reverie.

"Are you leaving? Oh, no!"

Mr. Dett's words brought an immediate silence to the room. Amelia raised her delicate eyebrows, puzzled and confused, genuinely annoyed with her father.

Oh, I mean—

The tall Mr. Dett wiped the sweat from his brow and said to Amosta, who was looking at him questioningly,

"I mean"

Mr. Dett racked his brains, then glanced at the stormy world outside the window and immediately had an idea.

“We can’t let your friends who came to visit leave in this heavy rain, can we? That would be too rude. Since it’s lunchtime, why don’t you stay and have lunch with us?”

call--

Amelia relaxed. She wanted to tell her father that the wizards didn't need to rush. Once Amosta and Remus left the area where Apparition was forbidden, they could return to their hotel in an instant.

But on second thought, it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave Amosta and Remus here for lunch.