The Return to Hogwarts

After all, she had only just met them, yet they were willing to come and visit her. Amelia didn't say anything more, just looked at Amosta.

After a moment's hesitation, Amosta glanced at Remus, who shrugged indifferently, as if to say, "It's up to you."

"Then it's settled!"

Before Amosta could reply, Mrs. Dett said with delight,

"There happens to be a kitchen here. Oh, I've never used a magician's kitchen before, I hope nothing goes wrong, but I still need some ingredients."

Mrs. Det looked at Amosta with expectant eyes.

"When we came up, we found a supermarket downstairs, and Remus and I can go check it out."

Amosta, of course, knew the purpose behind Ms. Dett's words. He went along with it, gave Remus a look, and the two quickly left Amelia's ward.

"About this Amosta Blaine—"

Almost the instant the two of them closed the door, Mr. and Mrs. Dert approached Amelia. Mr. Dert's eyes were slightly red, and he spoke to Amelia in a very serious tone,

“Tell me and your mother about him, Amelia. Tell us everything you know about him!”

Chapter 905 Unrecognizable

2024-05-08

For a moment, Amelia even thought that her parents had suffered some kind of shock and become mentally unstable, but when she looked into their eyes, she could see clear rationality in them. She frowned and looked them over for a while.

"All right--"

Suppressing her confusion for the moment, Amelia said with difficulty,

"But what I know about Amosta Blaine comes from The Daily Prophet, Wizarding Weekly, and some reports and interviews. Wizarding media reports, like Muggle media, are not necessarily true."

"It's okay, darling."

Mrs. Dett tried her best not to show too much of a strange expression; she wanted to give Amelia a loving smile as usual.

"All right--"

Amelia muttered something, then went into a moment of silence to gather her thoughts.

“Yes, Amosta Blaine. He has many impressive titles—Vice President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Honorary Vice President of the Anti-Dark Magic League, Senior Advisor to the British Ministry of Magic, member of Wizengamor, and honorary member of several other organizations.”

Oh, but in normal times, he's the Head of Student Safety at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which is practically the school's Vice-Headmaster.

"Oh, Hogwarts, like Ilfamori, is a school that teaches magic, but Hogwarts has a much older history. If you hadn't left London, I probably would have gone to that magic school too."

Despite saying that, Amelia didn't feel regretful. In her mind, Iphamoni was the best magic school in the world. Amelia spoke as she reminisced, her tone gentle.

Many people consider Amosta Blaine to be the most powerful wizard in the modern magical world.

However, some hold a different opinion, believing that Albus Dumbledore remains the best. Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, a legendary wizard who accomplished many remarkable things, but he was quite old.

In short, even those wizards who don't consider Mr. Blaine the most powerful still believe that no one except Dumbledore can defeat him, which is truly remarkable. You all heard that he possesses such profound magical skill at only twenty-five years old, especially considering he doesn't come from any of those ancient magical families. As everyone knows, Amostrath Blaine is a Muggle; both his parents are Muggles.

"Are they all Muggles?"

Mrs. Dett gripped her daughter's hand tightly, while Mr. Dett also showed a clear increase in concern.

Amelia was a little confused; she had explained the word "Muggle" to her parents many times.

"--They are ordinary people who don't understand magic. Wizards call them Muggles, you know. There are some unfair and subjective opinions in the wizarding world. Some people think that wizards whose ancestors were wizards are more outstanding. Even Dumbledore is also a prestigious surname, but the existence of Amostrath Blaine leaves them speechless."

Amelia's eyes gleamed with reverence.

In the last two years at Ifamoni, the courses became much more difficult than before. Sometimes, she couldn't help but doubt herself, wondering if it was because she didn't have a superior bloodline that she found learning so difficult. But Mr. Amosta Blaine's story undoubtedly inspired her.

Wizards from Muggle backgrounds can also reach the top.

One by one, one by one

Amelia told her parents everything she knew about Amosta's rise to fame over the years, and the image of Amosta Blaine gradually became more vivid in the minds of the elderly couple.

It's unbelievable that such a thin-looking young man possesses such powerful energy. Wizards are truly a respectable group!

but--

After talking for a long time, Amelia, whose mouth was dry, drank a lot of water. She refused her mother's help and walked steadily to the bathroom. The elderly couple by the bed looked at each other, their eyes reddening.

"Perhaps it's just a simple coincidence—"

Mr. Dett's voice was terribly hoarse; he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

“I don’t think I have such excellent bloodline, such a young and remarkable wizard. He is also the vice president of the Wizarding United Nations.”

Mrs. Dett knew, of course, that her husband's true thoughts were not like that; he was simply afraid to face the truth.

“Even if the name and age are a coincidence, what about the child’s appearance… We’ve hated that man for years, haven’t we, Amosta? Oh, if that’s true, the child used your name, Amosta, it was… Bena who named her, perhaps, perhaps…”

Mrs. Dett suddenly broke down, burying her face in her hands, her shoulders heaving, but hot tears still seeped through her fingers.

“Amelia doesn’t know any of this, but you’ll make her realize what’s going on!”

Mr. Dett spoke in a stern tone, but his voice was almost hoarse.

If all of this is true, and Bella named her son after herself, Mr. Dett's straight back hunched over, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain in his aged heart.

Their hearts were filled with endless bitterness and regret. Amosta Dett and his wife had resented the man for many years, but they knew very well that he was also a victim, and his faults were not greater than theirs.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye since he turned Bella away.

All the anger and disappointment vanished, and familial love once again took over. Since Amelia was accepted into the magical world, they had secretly returned to London to search for her over the years, but to no avail; the police said she was missing.

They are not unaware of what the word "missing" often means.

But if this Amosta Blaine really is the baby from back then, it might mean that Bella might still be alive?

The elderly couple managed to control their emotions before Amelia returned.

Mr. Dutter gulped down a cup of black tea to mask his hoarse voice, while Mrs. Dutter went into the kitchen, pretending to study the differences between the tableware in the wizard's kitchen and the kitchen in the house, so that Amelia could not see her eyes.

"That Amosta Blaine?"

Mr. Dett said,

"Have your media and newspapers ever covered his family? His parents, cough cough, when your mother and I were in London, I had a friend whose last name was also Blaine. He liked to joke with me back then, saying that if he ever got married and had children, he would name his son after me."

"Oh--"

Wearing her hospital gown, Amelia walked to the wardrobe to pick out a coat. Hearing her father's question, some of her confusion eased. No wonder her parents reacted so strongly to the name Amosta Blaine, but—

"As far as I can remember, those reports only mentioned his Muggle heritage. They only reported what people were interested in; people wanted to know how Amosta himself acquired such power, and didn't pay much attention to his family."

Amelia tilted her head and said.

As a newly emerging nation, the American magical community does not have the same deep-rooted magical history as Europe. More native wizards are of Muggle origin, and these Muggle-born wizards are obviously more accustomed to the Muggle lifestyle. That's why St. Josiah's Hospital for Magical Injuries has specially prepared a supermarket selling groceries.

Amosta deliberately delayed for quite some time before returning to the ward with Remus.

Amelia sat at the table reading a newspaper, Mr. Dett was tidying Amelia's bedding, and the kind-faced Mrs. Dett was making some preparations in the kitchen.

Amosta watched this scene and sighed inwardly, his heart filled with complex emotions.

This scene may seem ordinary, but some people will never have the chance to enjoy this heartwarming time of family gatherings again.

Who can truly say what was right and wrong back then?

Chapter 906 Past Events Gone with the Wind (Seeking Votes at the Beginning of the Month)

2024-05-08

Mr. and Mrs. Dett were trying their best to hide their emotions, but their pretense not only failed to fool Amosta, but even Remus quickly noticed that the hospitable elderly couple seemed to be putting on a brave face when facing them. Only the unsuspecting Amelia remained completely oblivious to her parents' strange behavior.

"Let me do it, madam."

After Mrs. Dett smashed three plates, Amosta couldn't stand it any longer. He went into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, let the shards float into the trash can, and then smiled as he took the cleaver from Mrs. Dett's hand.

"What happened, Mom?"

Amelia ran to the kitchen door with some confusion, first glancing curiously at Amosta, then looking at her mother with concern.

Her mother was always a very skillful person, and she had never seen her mother so unskilled.

"I think it must be because of using the Filunet travel app."

Amosta deftly peeled the potatoes, explaining to Mrs. Dett, who suddenly looked haggard.

"Whether it's Floonet or Apparition, it has a greater impact on Muggles than on wizards."

"Is it?"

Amelia murmured in confusion. She had never heard of such a statement before. But then she put it aside, pursed her lips, and looked at her mother with a face full of heartache and apology.

"I'm fine, darling—"

Mrs. Dett gently stroked Amelia's cheek.

"I'm just a little dizzy. I think I'll be fine after resting for a while after lunch."

Then, Mrs. Dett watched as Amosta deftly sliced ​​potatoes and skillfully fried them and sausages in a pan, while occasionally glancing at the fruit pie in the oven. Her lips twitched slightly.

“It’s amazing, A. Amosta. Few young people are as good at cooking as you. Who taught you your culinary skills? Your mother?”

Mr. Dett, who was chatting with Remus by the bedside, had at least seven-tenths of his attention focused on Amosta. When he heard his wife ask this question, he immediately turned his gaze over, his eyes filled with anticipation.