The Return to Hogwarts

"Many worlds ago, centaurs lived on the island of Avalon alongside druids. Fromed, our ancestors were taught by the great Merlin, and we should help each other."

Horn said in a hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on Amosta.

Amosta leisurely sipped what could be considered tea, but did not show any humility in response to Fromed's gratitude.

“Now that you have settled down here, Frommidth—”

Amosta said gently,

Have you thought about the future?

What about the future?

Amosta's question left Frommid looking puzzled.

Their plan for the future is to live and recuperate in the forbidden forest.

As if aware of Freud's doubts, Amosta said calmly,

“I must correct one of your mistakes, Frommides—the Forbidden Forest is neither the territory of centaurs nor the territory of Hogwarts, but the territory of the British magical community.”

Under the stern gazes of Frommid and Horn, Amosta remained calm.

"Since you have chosen to settle down here, it is as if you are telling everyone that you have decided to give up the past, give up the life of wandering under the persecution of the Holy See, and officially join the British magical community. So, have you thought about how to integrate into this group?"

Chapter 1010 Have you heard of Azkaban?

2024-07-03

To contribute to the magical world?

Fromed and the old man looked at each other, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

For a long time, druids have been accustomed to migrating to various primeval forests or border towns across the European continent. If they can't stay in one place, they will move to another. This time, their arrival in the Forbidden Forest is just a short-term stay for them. They are completely unaware that they should 'pay rent' for occupying the magical world's territory.

“Mr. Blaine—”

After a long silence, old Horn said cautiously,

“We centaurs belong to the magical world, and are heretics to wizards, but no wizard has ever asked centaurs to make any contribution to the magical world.”

“This is different, Horn—”

Amustamo stroked the rim of his glass and said calmly,

“You have been part of the wizarding world for thousands of years, and are part of ‘magic’. Therefore, it is only natural for wizards to protect you.”

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Mr. Blaine, but the centaurs did not see any wizard protection."

Horn said in a deep voice.

"Isn't it a form of protection for the centaurs to legislate against smuggling and poaching?"

Amosta's smiling words left Horn speechless.

“Without the wizard’s laws as a deterrent, Horn, poachers would appear in your tribe in droves, instead of just a few big cats or little cats sneaking in occasionally.”

After silencing Horn, Amosta turned to look at the silent Fromed.

"The example of the centaurs should serve as a good lesson for you. For thousands of years, you have been fighting against the Papacy with your own strength, and the price you have paid is that your people have been displaced, suffered heavy casualties, and—"

Amosta emphasized, raising his voice.

"You haven't promoted your ideas very well either."

Frommed opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. The issue was too broad to be decided by him.

"--If you gain the wizards' approval, the first benefit will be that the Vatican will be hesitant to act against you. If the Vatican dares to send people into the Forbidden Forest to kill people, they will have to consider the consequences of going to war with the wizards."

A rustling sound came from behind the door leading to the trunk of the giant oak tree, but Amosta ignored the children eavesdropping, calmly sipping his tea, and uttered a startling statement.

"Have you considered offering an elective course at Hogwarts to spread your ideas and magic to the children in the castle?"

pat!

Fromid's hand trembled, and he immediately knocked over his cup. But he didn't bother to clean up the mess; instead, he stared at Amosta in utter horror and cried out...

“You allow us to preach in schools, I—I must remind you, Mr. Blaine, that if the Vatican knew, they would be furious!”

This proposal was so groundbreaking that even the old man Horn was speechless with surprise, never expecting that Amosta Blaine would be so tolerant!

"Why not?"

Amosta said with a smile

"Only through interaction and collision between different magic systems can a more brilliant civilization be born."

"Of course, if you accept this invitation, the ideas you intend to impart to the young wizards must undergo rigorous vetting. I will not allow any overly extreme ideas into Hogwarts. As for the Vatican, if they take any overly extreme actions, then I will personally travel to the Vatican in my capacity as Vice President of the International Confederation of Wizards."

The howling wind high in the sky could not take away Fromid's heavy breathing, and the great surprise made his cheeks blush slightly.

For thousands of years, the root of their suffering lies in their unwillingness to give up spreading the Druidic ideology. They still hope to let more people hear the voice of nature, which is something the 'divine right of kings' papacy can never tolerate.

In fact, in the world of the extraordinary, wizards are also heretics in the eyes of the Church. However, the power of this heresy has grown to a point that they cannot resist, so they can only tolerate it.

"You belong to this world, and you are inseparable from this world—"

Looking through the small door, at the excited little girl clenching her fists, Amosta said gently,

"If you are willing to teach at Hogwarts, then your descendants will also have the right to study at Hogwarts and receive a proper magical education."

Clang!

The small door embedded in the thick branches was unexpectedly pulled open, and several children stumbled out and rolled around on the wooden corridor like a human pyramid.

"What are you doing!"

Freud, who was struggling with an internal conflict, frowned.

"Go outside, don't disturb the guests!"

The children, who had been chattering and getting up, immediately shrugged, lowered their heads, and retreated behind the door one by one.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh."

Fromm bowed slightly and said apologetically.

"It's alright--"

Amosta waved his hand and smiled.

"It seems that all the children here yearn for Hogwarts?"

This was something that needed no hiding, and Frommed nodded bitterly.

“Yes, they are very curious about that magic school, especially Loya, who dreams of studying magic there and getting into Gryffindor, but—”

This simple and sincere middle-aged man pursed his lips.

"You know, this isn't something I can decide, if Miss Clona doesn't come back..."

"The fate of your people should be in your own hands, Frommead, not in the hope of someone to save you."

Amosta interrupted Frommide, silencing him once again.

“Mr. Blaine—”

Old Horn's aged voice rang out at the opportune moment, as he glanced at Fromid, who was clearly already interested.

"This matter is of great importance. Could you give them some time to consider it? Oh, and Mr. Blaine, if the druids ultimately decide to enter Hogwarts to teach and hope to receive the protection of the magical world, what will they need to give up? If I remember correctly, you just said that the druids need to make contributions before they can enjoy the fruits of their labor."

Frommid's expression changed slightly. He was so engrossed in the wonderful promises Amostah had made that he completely forgot that none of this was free. They also had to pay 'rewards' to the magical world to silence the gossip.

"A small personal request--"

Amosta first said,

“Some of my friends may be in danger, and if you don’t mind, I would like to build a temporary place for them in this secret realm.”

“That’s no problem, Mr. Blaine.”

To Amosta's slight surprise, Fromid agreed without the slightest hesitation, which made his suggestion, which he had initially held low hopes for, a possibility of being realized.

"As for the price you will have to pay for the wizards to accept druids and ensure the druidic lineage—"

Under the suddenly tightening gazes of Frommide and old Horn, Amosta finished the last drop of tea in his cup. He slowly stood up, looking down at Frommide, a faint, eerie wind swirling around him.

"Have you ever heard of Azkaban, the wizarding prison?"

Chapter 1011 Submission or Destruction

2024-07-04

A heavy rain disrupted the daily routine of Harry, his friend, and his companion. After dinner, the floodwaters that had accumulated on the marble steps completely dashed their hopes of running exercises.

However, this also brought some fun to the young wizards. Fred and George were the first to take off their robes and jump into the ocean to play in the water, followed by Neville Longbottom and several of Hufflepuff's students, and then more and more boys jumped into the water and went crazy.

Dozens of heads bobbed up and down in the undulating water. Professor McGonagall, who had just finished her meal and was working overtime in her office, saw the little wizards 'struggling' in the water through her window and was so frightened that she almost jumped out of her office window.

When she rushed downstairs and found out the truth, the burst of anger she felt made the flames of the torches in the hallway tremble.

Every young wizard who went into the water lost ten points and was about to face a week of confinement.

Judging from the number of junior wizards who received punishments, Filch had no shortage of helpers until the end of the semester.