The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta smiled and said that he hugged Sirius after Remus.

There were still many Muggles in the passageway. They couldn't Apparate, so the three of them walked together toward the airport exit, chatting about the recent situation.

"It can't be said to be very good."

When this was mentioned, Sirius's expression became much more solemn.

"The foolish Fudge and the Ministry of Magic still refuse to believe that Voldemort has been resurrected. The news is being tightly controlled. Not only has the Daily Prophet not reported a single word about it, but they, I mean the Ministry of Magic, are also interfering with Dumbledore telling people the truth."

"Intervening in Albus?"

Remus glanced around warily, and only after confirming that there were no wizards nearby did he say, puzzled,

"How did they do it?"

"Oh, that's simple--"

Sirius gave a cold laugh.

"They privately spoke to many people, forbidding them from inviting him to speak at public events. That leaves Dumbledore helpless, doesn't it? He can't exactly lead a group of underage wizards to fight Voldemort at Hogwarts, can he?"

Remus immediately became worried, and he turned to look at Amosta, who was not surprised at all.

"So, you've always insisted that to defeat Voldemort's plan to dominate the world, you must complete the purge of the Ministry of Magic, Amosta?"

"In the eyes of most residents of the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic has always been an unshakeable authority, especially given that the people themselves lack the courage to face war. It would be extremely difficult for Dumbledore to bypass the Ministry of Magic and convince people that the shadow of war is approaching."

Amosta said

"For most of the Ministry of Magic's employees, the pursuit is also a stable life, so even if they believe Dumbledore deep down, Fudge's choice is currently more in line with their own interests."

"madness--"

Sirius scoffed dismissively.

"The Ministry of Magic is covering up the truth, which gives Voldemort a precious breathing space, and he is taking every opportunity to strengthen his power."

Perhaps you're unaware, Amosta, Remus, the crime rate in the wizarding world has been skyrocketing lately. Many dark wizards from abroad—perhaps they've heard rumors, or perhaps they've received invitations from the Death Eaters—are flooding into Britain. If it weren't for you and Dumbledore here, the situation would be far worse!

"Does Albus have any solutions?"

Remus frowned, asking with even greater concern.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​also expanding."

Sirius's expression also turned somber.

"Frank and Alice have joined the Order of the Phoenix's operations. As far as I know, Arthur's son, Bill, has answered Dumbledore's call and decided to return home to support the Order of the Phoenix's work. But as Amostall said, there are not many people with the courage to stand up against Voldemort, but there are quite a few dark wizards who want to take advantage of the chaos to do evil."

After a moment of silence, the three of them quickly walked out of the airport. As they passed a Muggle vending machine, Remus looked at Amostella, wanting to hear what new ideas he had, but when his gaze fell on Amostella's face, he suddenly froze.

Amosta's face was solemn, with a hint of helplessness between his brows, but his eyes shone with a gentle light.

"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Remus blurted it out.

Amosta pursed his lips and sighed.

"We're being followed."

Instantly, Sirius and Remus's expressions turned sharp.

They both trusted Amostella's judgment, and neither of the experienced men turned around to find out who was following them, but their bodies were already tense, and their wands had slipped from their sleeves into their loosely clenched palms.

"Do you know who it is, Amosta—"

Sirius's eyes were sinister, and his lips moved.

"Is he a Death Eater, or one of Fudge's men?"

Amosta did not answer the question. He remained calm and said softly, "Follow me." He then turned into a side path by the corridor, and Sirius and Remus immediately followed.

Half a minute later, a slender figure wearing a gray trench coat and a round hat suddenly emerged from the crowded throng. The gray-clad man cautiously approached the side passage where Amosta and the other two had slipped in, peeked out quickly, and when he saw no one, his expression turned panicked. No longer caring about concealing his presence, he rushed in hastily.

Da da da--

The rooms on both sides of the narrow corridor are mostly warehouses and offices for airport staff. A heavy rain disrupted the airport's operations, and the Muggles here were also going in and out of the rooms, busy solving various problems.

The man in gray strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the hurried faces of the Muggles, peering through the observation windows embedded in the wooden doors to see if Amosta and his companions had entered a particular room.

But even after venturing deep into a deserted area where there were no more footprints on the ground, the gray-clad man still couldn't find any trace of the three.

Standing there, the man in gray lowered his head, a look of disappointment and sadness creeping onto his face.

Just then, the door behind the man in gray suddenly opened. He instinctively turned around and saw two agile figures darting out of the door. With sharp expressions, they grabbed his arms without warning and slammed him against the opposite wall.

boom!

"Whom do you obey, and why—wait?!"

Sirius's eyes were cold and sharp, but before he could finish his question, the gray-clad man, startled and jolted by the impact, instinctively cried out, causing Sirius's expression to change.

pat-

The gray-clad man's round hat fell off, and his smooth, glossy chestnut hair cascaded down his shoulders.

Sirius and Remus were completely stunned as they stared at the pretty girl pinned against the wall.

"How about it?"

In the dark room, Amosta strode out, looking at Amelia with a mixture of helplessness and annoyance.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

Chapter 965 Care

2024-06-09

boom!

A crisp popping sound awakened the oil lamps embedded in the walls of the narrow entrance hall, and fresh air rushed into the room, restoring some vitality to the somewhat dull old house. Then came a few more crisp sounds, and Kreacher, the butler of the Black mansion and an old, toothless house-elf, appeared before them.

"Welcome back, Master Blaine, Sirius Black, Mr. Lupin, and this gentleman."

Kreacher's ears, covered in creamy white fur, wrinkled, and its fleshy nose sniffed. Then, as if it had smelled something unpleasant, it shrank its shoulders, but under the scrutinizing gazes of Amostella and Sirius, it said in a muffled voice,

"Kreacher did not know the young lady's name, but he welcomed her to the noble and immortal Black family mansion."

"Oh, thank you!"

Amelia was a little surprised to see such an old house-elf here. She nodded to Kreacher.

“I am Amelia Dett. You can call me Amelia and that’s Kreacher.”

Some deeply ingrained ideas existed in Kreacher's mind, and the fact that an unfamiliar 'Mudblood' called him by his first name made him uncomfortable, but ultimately, he restrained some of his old bad habits.

"Dinner will be served in a while, Master Blaine, and Young Master Sirius."

“It’s alright, we need to chat for a while before dinner. Go do your own thing, Kreacher.”

Amosta said.

After bowing, Kreacher disappeared before their eyes.

"Didn't it almost lose its life just now, Amosta?"

Sirius pursed his lips and joked.

"Don't be so demanding, Sirius—"

Remus said in a friendly tone,

“I think Kreacher has become much better now. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard him call me ‘you wretched wolf cub’ in private.”

Master Blaine and young master Sirius.

Both names are quite ordinary, but when put together they seem rather strange. Amelia blinked as she looked around the old house, which exuded an extraordinary taste and luxurious style in many places, her mind filled with doubts.

Since this house-elf calls Amosta the master, it means that it and the house belong to Amosta, but isn't he Muggle-born? And Kreacher's welcoming speech just now also said that this house belongs to Black.

Let's go--

Amosta glanced sideways at Amelia.

"Let's go to a restaurant and talk about your situation."

As he spoke, Amosta took the lead and walked forward, but his gloomy face and low aura made Amelia feel a sense of unease.

"don’t worry--"

Sirius smiled slightly and said...

"From what I know of Amosta, although he doesn't seem very happy, he's not actually angry."

Sirius witnessed the scene of Amosta and Amelia recognizing each other at the World Trade Center hotel that night. Their account was vague at the time, and Sirius didn't pursue it further. However, through what he overheard and his later in-depth discussions with Remus, the two of them roughly grasped the relationship between Amelia and Amosta.

“You’ve spent time with Amosta, Amelia—” Remus also gave Amelia a gentle smile.

"You know he's actually a very easy person to get along with."

Amelia nodded cautiously and followed Sirius and Remus.

They stopped in front of the underground door that Amosta had just entered through, and Remus suddenly said, "Sirius, if you don't mind, could you help me pack my luggage?"

"Oh--"