Homecoming from Hogwarts

"It's just a misunderstanding, Mr. Blaine!"

With a swish, the centaur elder Horn jumped in front of Amosta and the rash druid with agility that was totally incompatible with his age, and shouted anxiously,

"Flomid doesn't know why you're here. He thinks you're an intruder!"

Druids wearing sackcloth robes and holding staffs of various shapes came one after another and stood behind Frommid.

Most of the druids who entered the secret realm of Amosta showed great hostility, but a few who entered Frommid had strange expressions at this moment, and more of them were surprised.

"Mr. Blaine is not an enemy!"

Horn was afraid that some impatient druid would attack Brian again and bring disaster to this paradise.

It opened its arms to the druids, stopped in front of Amosta, and eagerly told everyone,

"Mr. Brian is the guardian of the castle. He is here to find you on behalf of the castle."

Horn, who didn't know Amosta's true intention, turned his head and looked at him, hoping to get some inspiration.

"Okay, Horn, I know this is just a misunderstanding--"

Amosta said calmly as he walked out from behind Horn and looked at Flomid who had just attacked him.

This druid knows him.
This wasn't a strange thing to say, as he had already become famous in the magic world long before the druids migrated here. It wasn't strange for the druids who paid attention to the magic world to know him, but Amosita didn't think it was that simple.

"You know me, don't you?"

Amosta asked directly without hiding his confusion.

The expression of this druid with profound cultivation became even stranger after Amosta asked this. The hostility emanating from him completely disappeared, and there was even a hint of gratitude and embarrassment in his eyes.

After exchanging glances with the druids behind him who also had strange expressions on their faces, Flomid nodded respectfully to Amosta.
"Yes, Mr. Blaine, we know you. Oh, I wonder if Miss Cleopa has mentioned it to you. We have been looking for you before."

A flash of lightning flashed through Amosta's mind, and a look of understanding flashed across his eyes.
"Ah, I see. Have you followed Miss Cleona to the underground world deep in Knockturn Alley to look for me?"

"Later, Miss Cleona came to you alone—"

Flomid nodded honestly.
"You helped us, just as the prophecies of the past generations told us. You helped Miss Cleopa and helped us get the Staff of the Twin Snakes."

Amosta pursed his lips, and it was obvious that it was not a pleasant memory for him.

Only a few of the most important druids knew this story, while the others learned about it from conversations and were all surprised. However, their hostility towards Amosta disappeared quietly.

"Ah, that's what happened."

Amosta's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Come to think of it, that double-snake staff is indeed the most powerful alchemical item I have ever seen. It is still in your hands, right?"

These druids who believed in "harmony with nature" didn't have so many tricks. Flomid nodded happily.

"Miss Cleona showed it to us once, and she is keeping it now. Oh, Mr. Blaine, you are from the outside world, do you have any news about Miss Cleona? Do you know when she will return?"

As soon as this question was asked, the druids all showed expectant expressions. The courageous little girl named Loya also poked her head out from behind Frommid, staring at Amosta with her bright eyes flashing.

Horn, on the other hand, was desperately winking at Amosta.

Amosta was silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly, which made all the druids look disappointed.

"So what are you doing this time?"

Frommid had completely let down his guard. In his opinion, since Mr. Brian had helped the druids get the Staff of the Twin Snakes back from the Island of Avalon, and entered the secret realm accompanied by the centaurs, it was obvious that Miss Cleona had informed him in advance that he could do this.

Miss Cleon must have thought that Mr. Brian was completely trustworthy, so she gave him the right to enter the secret realm.

"I came here this time to discuss something with you, and also to return something."

Amosta said with a smile. Several thick branches intertwined together, forming the support of the mid-air terrace under his feet.

Amosta stood on the edge of a platform hundreds of feet above the ground, sniffing the refreshing fragrance in the breeze.

Wherever you look, you can see lush jungles, golden waves of wheat, sparkling lakes, emerald green lawns, men farming and women weaving, and the harmonious coexistence of man and nature.

Turning around, Fromide had already made tea for Horn and himself who were sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Amosta walked back to the simple, primitive square table and sat down. He picked up the wooden cup with a few unknown green leaves floating on it, sniffed it, and a cool feeling rushed to his forehead.

"Thank you for your help with the Druids, Mr. Brian—"

Fromid raised his teacup to Amosta and said sincerely,

"You helped us get the double snake staff, gave us supplies, and even sent it back to the altar for us. We will remember your help."

Cleona's assistant said that last winter, Cleona, in the form of Moody, came to him to sign the salary in advance. At that time, Amosta gave Vitia some gold to help her people get through the difficult times.

It seems that Vitia did not embezzle his credit. She probably told Frommid and others that the food came from the support of the castle managers.

As for the altar—
During the second match, Vitia used the altar with a large-scale teleportation function to teleport Harry and others out of Hogwarts.

Later, after Voldemort was resurrected, the altar seemed to want to carry them back to Hogwarts, but unfortunately the transmission was interrupted by Voldemort, and the altar returned to the bottom of the lake by itself.

When Amosta returned, he fished the altar out of the water again.

The altar that can teleport over a large area is a very precious alchemical item, but unfortunately, the power that drives it is the druids' divine arts, not the wizards' magic.

Divine magic is a power that is a mixture of the druids' beliefs and magic. In other words, unless you believe in the druids' beliefs, you cannot possess the power of divine magic.

Returning it to the druids was not something Amosta had planned in advance, but an idea that just came to his mind.

"It's just a small favor, Frommid, don't worry about it."

Amosta smiled and said,
"After all, we are neighbors now, right?"

"I also need to thank you, and Elder Horn--"

Frommid said,
"We know that this ancient forest is under the jurisdiction of the Centaur tribe and Hogwarts. We cannot stay here without your permission."

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

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

Amosta took a leisurely sip of the drink that could be considered tea, but did not show any humility in his gratitude to Fromide.

"Now that you have settled here, Frommid--"

Amosta said gently,

"Have you thought about the future?"

Things in the future?
Amosta's question made Fromide look confused.

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

As if he knew the doubts in Fromid's heart, Amosta said calmly,

"I want to correct one of your mistakes, Frommid - the Forbidden Forest is neither the territory of the centaurs nor the territory of Hogwarts. It is the territory of the British wizarding world."

Under the stern gaze of Flomid and Horn, Amosta remained calm.
"Since you have chosen to settle down here, it is equivalent to telling everyone that you have decided to give up the past, give up the life of wandering under the pursuit of the Church, and officially join the British wizarding world. So, have you considered how to integrate into this group?"

(End of this chapter)