Homecoming from Hogwarts

Make a contribution to the wizarding world?
Frommid and the old horseman looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

For a long time, druids were accustomed to migrating between various primitive jungles or border towns on the European continent. If one place became uninhabitable, they would move to another place to continue staying. This time coming to the Forbidden Forest was just a short-term stay for them. They did not realize that they should "pay rent" for occupying the territory of the magic world.

"Mr. Blaine——"

After a long silence, old Horn said stiffly,
"We centaurs belong to the magical world, which is considered heresy to wizards, but wizards have never asked centaurs to make any contribution to the magical world."

"This is different, Horn--"

Amosta stroked the rim of the cup and said calmly,
"You have been integrated into the wizarding world for thousands of years. You are already part of the magical world, part of 'magic'. Therefore, it is natural for wizards to protect you."

"With all due respect, Mr. Braine, the centaurs saw no wizard protection."

Horn said in a deep voice.

"Wizards have enacted laws to combat smuggling and poaching. Isn't this a form of protection for the centaurs?"

Amosta smiled and said something that left Horn speechless.

"Without the wizard's law as a deterrent, Horn, the poachers who show up in your tribe will come in droves, not just the occasional big cat or little cat that sneaks in."

After leaving Horn speechless, Amosta turned to look at the silent Flomid.
"The example of the centaurs is a good inspiration for you. For thousands of years, you have been fighting the Church with your own strength, and the price you paid is that your tribe has been displaced, suffered heavy casualties, and -"

Amosta emphasized,

“You haven’t done a good job of promoting your ideas.”

Fromide opened his mouth but said nothing in the end. The scope of this issue was too broad and it was not something he could decide.

"--If you win the approval of the wizards, then the first benefit will be that the Vatican will be cautious about it. If the Vatican dares to send people to the Forbidden Forest to kill people, they must consider the consequences of going to war with wizards."

There was a rustling noise coming from behind the door leading to the trunk of the huge oak tree, but Amosta ignored the eavesdropping children and sipped his tea leisurely, saying the shocking words calmly.

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

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Fromide'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 horror and cried out,
"You allow us to preach in school. I must remind you, Mr. Blaine, if the Vatican knew, they would be furious!"

This proposal was so groundbreaking that even the old horseman Horn was speechless. He had never expected that Amosta Braine would be so tolerant!
"Why not?"

Amosta smiled and said,
"The mutual exchange and collision between different magic systems will give rise to a more brilliant civilization.

Of course, if you accept this invitation, the ideas you want to impart to the young wizards must be strictly examined. I will not allow some too extreme ideas to enter Hogwarts. As for the Vatican, if they make too extreme moves, then I will personally go to the Vatican as the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards. "

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

For thousands of years, the root cause of the suffering they have endured is that they are unwilling to give up spreading the ideas of the Druids. They still hope to let more people listen to the voice of nature, which is something that the "divine right of kings" church absolutely cannot tolerate.

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

"You belong to this world, and you cannot be separated from this world--"

After looking at the little girl who was clenching her fists excitedly behind the small door, 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 orthodox magical education." Clang!

The small door embedded in the thick branches was accidentally opened, and several children staggered out from the door and rolled around on the wooden corridor like a pile of monks.

"What are you doing!"

Flomid, who was struggling with his conscience, looked gloomy.
"Get out and don't disturb the guests!"

The chirping children who had gotten up immediately hunched their shoulders, lowered their heads, and retreated behind the door one after another.

"Sorry for making you laugh."

Fromide bowed and said apologetically.

"No problem--"

Amosta waved his hand and smiled.
"It seems that the children here are all yearning for Hogwarts?"

This is something that does not need to be concealed. Flomid nodded bitterly.
"Yes, they are very curious about that magic school, especially Loya, who dreams of studying magic there and entering Gryffindor College, but -"

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

"You know, this is not something I can decide. If Miss Cleopatra doesn't come back..."

"The fate of your people should be in your own hands, Flomid, instead of hoping that someone will save you."

Amosta interrupted Frommid, silencing him again.

"Mr. Blaine——"

Old Horn's old voice sounded at the right time. He glanced at Fromide who was obviously moved.
"This matter is of great importance. Can you give them some time to consider it? Also, Mr. Brian, if the druids finally decide to teach at Hogwarts and hope to be protected by the wizarding world, what will they need to pay? 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 immersed in the beautiful promises given by Amosta and completely forgot that all this was not free. They also had to pay "remuneration" to the magic world in order to shut up the people.

"A small personal request--"

Amosta first said,
"Some of my friends may be in danger. If you don't mind, I hope to build a temporary residence for them in this secret place."

"That's no problem, Mr. Blaine."

To Amosta's slight surprise, Fromide agreed without any hesitation and very readily. This made his suggestion, which he had originally had low expectations for, possible to be realized.

"As for the wizards accepting the druids and ensuring the inheritance of the druids, the price you need to pay for this is—"

Under the suddenly clenched gazes of Frommid and Old Horn, Amosta drank the last bit of tea in the cup. He slowly stood up and looked down at Frommid, with a faint chilly wind surrounding him.
"Have you ever heard of the wizard prison, Azkaban?"

(End of this chapter)