Hogwarts Homecoming

"vomit!"

A slight explosion squeezed out the dust floating in the air. At six o'clock in the morning, the bustling and lively city center was at the point where day and night alternated. Energetic young people ended their wonderful nightlife and went home to rest and run for their lives. The middle-aged people have just left the warm and comfortable bed, and they are tidying up and grooming.

"Looks like we were lucky, Hagrid, not to have those crazy reporters—"

Amosta's eyes left the majestic and magnificent office buildings on both sides, and landed on the desolate small street where there were only a few companies that seemed to have been closed for a long time and dilapidated taverns. on Hagrid.

"What's the matter, Hagrid, not quite used to showing?"

Amosta frowned somewhat in surprise.

"I'm sorry, Professor—"

Hagrid wiped the snot and tears from his face, and said weakly,

"The longest form of transportation I have ever used is the train and my own legs. Apparating, honestly, the last time I experienced this was when I was expelled from Hogwarts and Professor Dumbledore took me to the Ministry of Magic for trial. "

Amosta couldn't help laughing, he took out his wand to help Hagrid clean up the vomit stained on his clothes, and by the way, helped him cover up the smell from his body.

"Next—"

Amosta wandered around blankly, looking for memories about the Ministry of Magic in his mind. To be honest, he hadn't been to the Ministry of Magic for two years.

The last time he visited here was when he had just graduated. It was the first time he had entered the underground world of Diagon Alley. Because the mission required him to go abroad, he was quite abiding by the rules at that time, so he specially came here to go through the entry and exit procedures for wizards.

"This way, Professor—"

Hagrid, who often runs errands for Dumbledore across the country, is obviously more experienced. He led Amosta to a dilapidated red telephone box - the paint on it was peeling off in large chunks, and the glass on three sides was basically broken It was cleaned up, and the only microphone in the pavilion was also hanging in the air. It seemed that a vandal wanted to tear him off.

"Still the same--"

Amosta looked like a toothache,

"Why didn't anyone bother to fix it?"

"Maybe it's because there are wizards like me."

Hagrid smiled shyly,

"Let me tell you a secret, Professor Blaine, the pieces of broken glass on the ground were caused by me—"

Very good, very strong reason.

Amosta had thought that the phone booth would not be able to accommodate both him and Hagrid at the same time, but the facts were unexpected. The walls of the booth were squeezing the bodies of the two people, but they did manage to squeeze in.

"Well, please, Hagrid, put your hand up to make room for me to dial—"

Amostar's face was deformed against the innermost iron sheet, he grunted.

"Oh, sorry, Professor!"

Hagrid's body shook, and the phone booth immediately squeaked, and half a piece of broken glass mounted on the window frame slammed outside.

"I hope the Ministry of Magic won't come to me for compensation. Let me think about it, 62442?"

A cold female voice immediately appeared in the phone booth,

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what you are going to do."

Amostar struggled to lift his face off the cold iron,

"Well, Amosta Blaine, and Rubeus Hagrid, were invited to the press conference and honors."

"Thanks--"

The woman's indifferent voice sounded again, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Two square silver badges slid out of the metal chute, and it took a lot of effort before Amosta and Hagrid successfully placed the badges on their clothes.

Wizards seem to like to put important institutions underground, whether it is the Ministry of Magic, the goblin's bank, or the underground world, they are all buried deep underground, and the key is that the way to enter is equally bad.

A minute later, they were standing at the end of a long, resplendent hall with polished wooden floors and a peacock-blue ceiling inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing. , like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls were paneled with black and polished floorboards, and many gilt fireplaces were set in wood panels. The official employees of the Ministry of Magic basically commute through these fireplaces, or go on business or even visit all over the country.

The press conference is scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, and the Ministry of Magic's normal working hours are eight o'clock. The hall of the Ministry of Magic is empty, and there are not many people to be seen. Only next to the famous Magic Brothers fountain, there are A person is dozing off on the table.

"call--"

As soon as he entered the magnificent underground hall of the Ministry of Magic, Hagrid visibly tensed up, even though he knew in his heart that he was here to receive awards and not to be judged.

"Don't worry, Hagrid—"

Amostar smiled and comforted,

"Your appeal is simple, and Fudge will help."

Hagrid swallowed, nodded nervously, and followed Amosta forward.

The two approached the Magic Brothers fountain one after the other, and the young wizard with the 'Safety Check' sign on his head was more vigilant than expected. Originally, Amostar didn't intend to disturb his rest, but Hagrid's heavy footsteps Woke him up.

"Hey, wait-"

Eric, who was watching the gate in Fudge's mouth, tried his best to blink his sleepy eyes, and stood up unsteadily,

"Don't forget to follow the rules, gentlemen—"

Eric said to Amosta with a hutch.

"Oh, sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your rest."

Amosta backed away smiling.

"Oh, it's Hagrid and you don't have to bother, I remember you don't have a wand."

Although there were still many figures in front of him, the huge figure in front of him immediately let Eric know who was coming. He stretched out his hand and took the wand that Amosta handed over.

He threw the wand into the brass balance, and the machine began to vibrate slightly. While waiting, Eric let out a few breaths one after another, complaining in a low voice, "Why do I always have to be on the night shift?"

"Oh, let me see-"

Eric rubbed his eyes and struggled to identify,

"Ebony, twelve inches long, the core is the heart nerve of the dragon. Well, it's been used for twelve years."

Eric muttered weakly, he poked the parchment with the test results on the brass nail, and slowly handed back the wand, and when his eyes fell on Amosta's hand, When the face with a warm smile appeared on it, Eric Munch trembled suddenly, his sleepy eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

"My God!"

Eric rubbed his eyes again as he exclaimed

"Amosta, it's you?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a while, Munch, how are you doing recently—"

The smile on Amosta's face deepened, and he nodded.

"Why, do you know each other?"

asked Hagrid, scratching his beard in wonder.

"Of course I know Amostar, Hagrid, have you forgotten that Bill and I are in the same class!"

Eric suppressed his excitement, but his voice trembled,

"You alone killed nearly a hundred werewolves including Greyback, right? That's what the ministry said, hiss. Big guy!"

Eric Munch is indeed in the same class as Amosta, but one is Gryffindor and the other is Slytherin, and the two have nothing to do with each other when they are in school, but the two colleges are often together He took Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so he looks familiar.

"I am not the only one responsible for killing Greyback's werewolf tribe. The Ministry of Magic played a big role in it."

Amosta smiled restrainedly,

"Speaking of which, in our class, there were not many jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Bill was originally invited, but unfortunately, he finally gave up."

Eric nodded with a smile, he didn't seem to care what Amosta was talking about at all, just being able to talk to him was a great honor.

".Last year, there was a party for the graduates of Gryffindor College, and Prien and Filoa also attended. When I told them that I heard from the Ministry that you overturned the rumor In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, when the basilisk was subdued, both of them were still trembling, oh, ho ho, it seems that you really scared them too much!"

Eric talked about the events back then with great interest, and the two people who caused Amosta to be furious at that time, when they heard his name again many years later, they only made him smile knowingly.