Hogwarts Homecoming

Seeing Amosta Brain and Kingsley's eyes falling on her, the heavy pressure in their eyes made Louise Aundair shrink her shoulders in fear. She was in a daze for a moment, and then, immediately aware of how they might arrange themselves,

"I'm not staying here!"

Although the two men in front of her belonged to the government's secret agency, Louise still screamed indignantly,

"I'm going to Italy too. I'm going to find the bastards who killed Fraser and send them to prison. He's my brother, I have to do this!"

Kingsley frowned, but instead of expressing his opinion, he looked at Amosta Brain.

"You should understand, Louise, we are dealing with a group of extremely vicious villains who do all kinds of evil--"

Amosta said calmly,

"As the investigation deepens, we will inevitably have to fight with them. This is very dangerous for you without training, so I suggest you stay here. Trust us, we will catch these people. Come out and we will make those who killed Fraser pay."

"No, you have no right to do that!"

Louise shouted indignantly. She moved away from Amosta and Kingsley, and picked up a spoon from the dinner plate and gestured at them.

"You have no right to order me to stay here, even if you are agents. Oh, two gentlemen, this behavior is illegal house arrest. If you dare to do this, I will expose your illegal behavior in the newspaper!"

Amosta always looked at Louise with calm eyes. This look without any emotion made Louise feel scared. However, she still responded firmly to Amosta's gaze to show that she Determination,

"I don't need to be with you guys. I'm a reporter. I have my own way of digging out clues, but you can't imprison me here. No way!"

Louise looked determined.

Kingsley's thick lips moved, and he felt helpless.

This Muggle girl had no idea what she was facing. She was facing a completely unknown world and a group of extremely vicious dark wizards who dared to turn Muggles into inferi. If Mr. Blaine hadn't been here , even if he faces this group of dangerous guys, he still needs to apply for support from the ministry.

"That doesn't make sense, Louise—" Amosta shook his head.

"Pointless?!"

Louise's eyes were filled with resentment, and she shouted angrily,

"Is it pointless to investigate the murderer of my biological brother?"

Louise failed to understand the meaning of Amosta's words.

Amosta looked at Louise, who was showing his teeth and claws, with deep eyes. Although Louise was frightened by the special temperament lingering around Amosta, she refused to give in. The two sides were in a stalemate. There was silence for a moment.

"I want to get out of here!"

Louise's eyes turned cold. She was a little disappointed with Amosta Blaine, whom she had a crush on when they first met. She turned around and walked to the clothes rack, picked up her coat and put it on her arm, and then, regardless of it, Just get ready to leave the room.

"etc--"

Amosta finally spoke. Under Louise's wary gaze, he said slowly, "You are determined to investigate this matter, aren't you, Louise?"

This was an obvious thing. Louise did not answer, but quietly put her hand into her coat pocket. In the pocket were some gadgets that she had prepared to protect herself before going to Cokeworth last night.

"Okay, you can follow us, Kingsley. Can you please help prepare the air tickets? Our original travel plan needs to change. I hope we can taste authentic pasta for dinner-"

Amosta nodded slowly.

Before Louise could reveal her surprise, Kingsley's expression changed. He stared into Amosta's eyes and spoke in a solemn voice.

"Mr. Blaine, you know-"

"It doesn't matter, Kingsley, leaving Miss Aundair here is indeed unfair to her and a cruel disregard -"

Amosta turned his head to respond to Kingsley's sharp gaze and said softly,

"She will eventually forget these painful memories."

Kingsley was stunned for a moment, then looked at the confused Muggle girl, a ray of sympathy emerged in his heart, and finally nodded.

The gloomy weather blurred the boundary between day and night. In the heavy and swaying rain, the snow in the city quickly melted away, also erasing the last traces of winter. In the new year of spring, plants and trees were reborn in the flower beds on both sides of the road. It is reflected in the green buds.

178 Frinker Street, Haas Orphanage.

The bad weather slowed down the return of the children who were going to school, but the departure of most of the children did not make the orphanage look cold. Because of this surprising donation, the atmosphere in the orphanage seemed very warm.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence, you are a kind and generous gentleman!"

Led by Mrs. Reagan, the permanent staff of the orphanage rarely changed into brand new clothes. With grateful and excited smiles on their faces, they treated a sixty-year-old man in a decent black tuxedo and meticulously groomed gray hair. The young men were surrounded by people, constantly expressing their inner gratitude.

"It's my honor to be able to contribute even a small amount to charity, madam--"

Lawrence smiled politely. He looked around, and his eyes fell on the side of the stairs next to the wall, a wall covered with photos.

"Oh, those photos are of the children who walked out of the orphanage. They often send some of their latest photos to us. We put the photos here as a reminder-"

Mrs. Reagan enthusiastically introduced the kind old gentleman who suddenly came to the door through the government. The crowd surrounding Lawrence dispersed to make way for him and Mrs. Reagan.

"Ms. Reagan, this is--"

Lawrence purposefully scanned the photo wall, and it didn't take him long to find a gray-haired young man in front of a magnificent pyramid with a bright smile waving to the camera. He immediately leaned forward and looked attentively at the people in the photo. Young man, with hidden sadness in his expression,

"Ah, that is also a child who grew up in our orphanage. His name is Amosta Brain--"

Mrs. Reagan didn’t notice the strange look on Mr. Lawrence’s face. She proudly introduced Lawrence,

"Even after leaving the orphanage, Amosta still cares about the children here very much. Although he is busy with work, he returns here to live here almost every Christmas. He is also one of the managers of the Haas Orphanage. The new building where the children live was built with his funding——"

"Is it."

Lawrence took off his gold-rimmed reading glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice,

"Then Mr. Blaine, what is he doing now?"

"He is the business manager of a company called Groning Drilling Rig Company. You know, his main job is to negotiate new business for the company, and he often travels, so if you want to meet him-"

Mrs. Reagan hesitated. She now noticed that Mr. Lawrence's expression was not quite right. She thought that Mr. Lawrence was not happy because Amosta did not show up at the thank-you party.

Lawrence was certain that Amosta Blaine was not employed by the Groning Drilling Rig Company and that he was entirely responsible for the sale of the company.

"Amo left us an address, Mr. Lawrence--"

Seeing the elderly gentleman's silence, Mrs. Reagan became even more uneasy. She added,

"If you want to talk to him, we can write him a letter and ask him to take the time to come and thank you. Although he is busy with work, I believe he will not refuse-"

"Oh, not at all, ma'am!"

Lawrence came back to his senses, and he said almost panicked,

"I'm just a little curious. It's just a small donation, ma'am. It's nothing at all. Well, it's not worth telling Mr. Blaine... You really don't need to do this..."