Hogwarts Homecoming

"You are right——"

Lawrence's voice was hoarse, his gray temples were beaded with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed as he was recovering from a serious illness. In fact, this was indeed the case.

But Lawrence's eyes became brighter, and the aura of decadence that had gone through his ideological transformation was gone. At such an age, he actually showed a bit of vitality.

"You're right, Amosta--"

Lawrence repeated again, gazing deeply at Amosta, as if observing a treasure, "The important thing - is the person!"

Amosta smiled happily, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the bedside table.

"I'm glad you figured that out, Lawrence. So,"

Amosta looked at the old housekeeper gently,

"Have a good rest. I'm leaving. If you still want to talk to me in the future, you can go to the Hass Orphanage during the Christmas holidays every year. Generally speaking, I am there during the Christmas holidays--"

Excitement flashed in Lawrence's gray eyes. Although there were only a few holidays a year, Master Blaine allowed him to go to the orphanage to find him. This was already very good. However, during a burst of excitement, he remembered what Master Blaine had just said. , he showed surprise again,

"You're leaving!" Lawrence looked out the window in surprise.

Since Mr. Brian passed away and the family assets were sold and donated, in order to save money, all the street lights and lighting in the yard were turned off after midnight. Now the outside has been shrouded in deep night, and only the path of the manor can be seen. On both sides, there were neatly arranged weak lights.

"Stay here one night, Amosta, and leave tomorrow."

Lawrence got off the hospital bed, took Amosta's wrist, and spoke sincerely.

Looking at Lawrence's pleading eyes, Amosta pondered.

At St. Mungo's, Dumbledore is in charge of negotiating with Mrs. Longbottom. If Mrs. Longbottom doesn't agree in the end, it won't have anything to do with him. If he agrees, Dumbledore will also need some time to collect and sort it out. The memories associated with Frank and Alice did not urgently require his intervention.

"All right--"

Amid Lawrence's ardent expectations, Amosta nodded. Today's task of implanting memories and reshaping Muggle personalities was not an easy job. It brought him as much fatigue as a fierce battle. He really needed a good rest for the decisive battle.

"I'll prepare your room!"

Overjoyed, Lawrence quickly took off his clothes from the hanger and was about to go out. The sudden energy made Amosta unable to hold him back.

"I'm not picky about where I sleep, Lawrence, any room will do."

Looking at Lawrence who was running out of the door, Amosta said slightly helplessly, but there was tenderness in his eyes.

Half an hour later, Lawrence happily led Amosta to the most luxurious bedroom in the manor. After stuffing him into the room impatiently, he closed the door and left directly for fear that Amosta would refuse.

Oh, right!

Lawrence only remembered that incident after leaving the room, but when he turned his head and looked at the door that had been closed and not opened again, he hesitated and still did not go back.

To be honest, Amosta didn't sleep very well that night. He was used to his camp bed at Hogwarts, and suddenly he changed into a luxurious and soft big bed. He didn't sleep very well. Moreover, he was On the shelf in the study room connected to the bedroom, there are photos in a row of photos of faces that are eighty-nine times similar to mine, ranging in age from immature to vicissitudes of life, and I always feel a little distorted.

So the next day, when the morning light was dim and the birds were chirping, he had already sat up from the bed, ready to pack up and leave, but when he looked sideways at the door, Amosta looked helpless.

Opening the door, a young man was already waiting behind the door with a respectful face.

"I'm Sank, Mr. Blaine!"

The young man bowed and said,

"Mr. Lawrence asked me to ask you whether you would like to dine in the study or in the dining room?"

"Let's go to the restaurant," Amosta said.

After following Sank through the maze-like villa for five minutes, he arrived at a small hall on the top floor with full-length floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, facing the rising sun. Judging from the decoration style here, this small hall should be a manor. The owner's exclusive breakfast room is not open to the public.

Some exquisite meals have been placed on the dining table covered with velvet tablecloths, with fresh bouquets and exquisite tableware. In the kitchen across the wall, Lawrence is also leading the two remaining chefs in the manor who are busy. Lawrence seems to know Amosta couldn't stay here for long, so he sent someone to buy fresh ingredients before dawn, intending to let Amosta enjoy a hearty breakfast.

This was the old butler's wish, and Amosta did not refuse. He just stood behind the glass curtain wall and quietly admired the morning scenery.

When Lawrence pushed the dining cart into the small restaurant, he saw Amosta standing there with his hands behind his back, looking dazed for a while, and his eyes were red.

"You seem to be recovering well, Lawrence." Amosta turned to look at the old butler and said with a smile.

"This is the luck you brought me."

Lawrence also said with emotion.

At Amosta's request, Lawrence also sat at the dining table and had breakfast with him. But what made Amosta feel strange was that when he asked Sank and the chef in the kitchen to come and have breakfast with him, , but Lawrence insisted on letting them leave, and during the chat during breakfast, he always looked like he was hesitant to speak.

"I plan to transform the manor into a welfare school, Amosta, what do you think?"

The fog in Amosta's heart cleared, and he understood the reason for Lawrence's anxiety.

"I don't have any objections, Lawrence, you can do whatever you want."

Amosta said gently. But after thinking about it, he reminded again,

"I'm afraid this matter will encounter certain obstacles. I know that the people living nearby are dignitaries. They may not agree with you transforming Blaine Manor into a college. Moreover, the construction of the project will probably require a large amount of funds."

"There are still some valuable antiques and furnishings in the villa. If these things are auctioned, it should be able to pay for the renovation costs. As for the nearby neighbors, you are right. They may indeed encounter objections, but I will propose Proper plans will ensure that their lives will not be disturbed.”

Lawrence had already thought about how to solve these problems, and the only thing he worried about was Master Blaine's opinion. Hearing that he did not object, Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, but then he pursed his lips again, with hesitation in his eyes.

Converting the manor into a school would not be that simple, but Amosta had no intention of getting involved. Since Lawrence said so, he must be certain.

"Amosta."

After hesitating for a long time, Lawrence put down the tableware in his hand, left his seat and walked quickly to the door. He looked around a few times, but after finding no one eavesdropping, he stepped back and closed the door heavily.

Amosta didn't say anything, just looked at this scene with a raised brow.

After returning to the dining table, Lawrence took a few deep breaths, his eyes flashing with panic and a trace of fear.

interesting--

Amosta thought faintly, what happened to make Lawrence so scared? He realized that perhaps Lawrence wanted to see him in this way, and he was probably not just hoping that he would accept the manor as the heir to the Blaine family.

"Do you remember the little boy who came with you the last time you came to the manor?"

Seemingly summoning up the courage, Lawrence stared closely at Amosta's face, lowered his voice, and said,

"That's it. Oh, I seem to remember that he has a scar on his forehead. He is Vernon Dursley's nephew."

despair--

Amosta put down his silver fork, leaned back in his chair, clasped his fingers together and smiled with interest.

"Harry Potter?"

"Oh, yes, that's the name. You said at the time that you had taught this child some self-defense skills,"

Lawrence held his breath and looked solemn,

"Are you still in contact with him? Is this child in any trouble?"