Homecoming from Hogwarts

Both Madame Maxime and Viktor left Amosta's office.

Before stepping out the door, both of them looked back at Amosta and Furong sitting on the sofa.

Madame Maxime was mainly looking at Fleur, her eyes full of pity. It was obvious that she was aware of Fleur's admiration for Amosta.

The emotion revealed in Viktor's eyes was simple. He was a little worried that Furong had asked to stay, and whether she wanted to ask Professor Brian for some additional information about the final competition.

Click——
After the door lock spring mechanically closed, the office fell into silence for a while.

Furong sat gracefully on the sofa, gazing at Amosta with a look that was as blazing as fire and yet also full of tenderness.

"If you were hoping to get some extra information about the competition from me, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you, Furong."

Amosta leaned back on the soft sofa, interlaced his slender fingers, and smiled gently at Furong.

"I didn't even have time to congratulate you—"

Of course, Furong didn't think that Amosta really suspected that she wanted to get information. It was just a joke.

She raised her fair, delicate nose, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her clear blue eyes showing her undisguised admiration for Amosta.

"You have solved another crisis for Hogwarts. I have never seen a wizard like you. It seems that nothing can be difficult for you!"

Amosta moved the corners of his lips, revealing a restrained smile.

He did not modest himself, nor did he continue to delve into the topic raised by Furong. He just nodded gracefully to express his gratitude, and then changed the subject.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Fleur?"

After being in contact with Amosta for a long time, Furong has become accustomed to his habitual style of changing the subject when touching on "sensitive" emotions.

Apart from a silent sigh in her heart, Furong did not show any extra disappointment. She straightened her body slightly, and the blue silk school uniform that fitted her body well immediately made her graceful figure even more perfect.
"Oh, I just want to ask your opinion on something."

Furong said that although she acted nonchalantly, Amosta could read a hint of pride and provocation beneath her disguise.

"what is it then?"

Amosta asked calmly.

"That's it—"

Furong raised her chin slightly.
"I have discussed this with my father and mother and gained their support. They agree that I will stay in the UK to work after I graduate from Beauxbatons this summer—"

Furong raised a finger and touched her plump pink lips. She noticed the helplessness in Amosta's eyes and smiled playfully.
"I'm hesitating, Amosta, whether I should apply to join the British Ministry of Magic. Alternatively, your Learning Machine Workshop is also a very good company. I would like to seek your advice."

Silence suddenly fell. Amosta said nothing, but just looked at Furong with complicated eyes.

Although he had sighed in his heart many times, after Furong's words, Amosta felt the same way.

Whether by hinting or saying it explicitly, he had tried to deny her feelings, but Furong remained unyielding and had not lost her tenacity and courage in her feelings.

Amosta stared at the girl, whose appearance and attitude towards feelings were impeccable, and moved his lips.

It is undeniable that he was somewhat touched.

After a long silence, Amosta lowered his eyes and fell on Furong's face with bright eyes and white teeth again, and said in a low voice,
"I don't particularly admire your choice, Fleur, and I think you should know--"

"Of course I know."

Furong seemed to have anticipated what Amosta would say, and she interrupted him in advance.
"You mean to say that You-Know-Who has been resurrected and the British wizarding world is no longer safe--"

Furong said calmly and firmly that she came to Amosita not really to consult his opinion on whether to join the Ministry of Magic or study the Machine Workshop, but just to tell him her decision.

Furong stood up from the sofa, smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt with her slender fingers, and looked at Amosta with a calm and determined look.
"But I want to tell you that I have made up my mind to stay here."

After saying that, Furong did not wait for Amosta's response, but directly left the sofa, held her chin high and walked quickly out of Amosta's office.

At noon, the scorching sun filled the office space, rendering the entire room a dazzling golden color.

Amosta suddenly felt a little hot. He tugged at his collar impatiently, frowning as he stared out the window at the distant green mountains that looked somewhat lifeless under the scorching sun.

After a long time, a sigh echoed in the room, and Amosta slowly stood up and left his office.

It seemed like just a moment, and the sun fell from the center of the high sky into the boundless abyss of the universe behind the horizon.

But as it was approaching midsummer, Hogwarts was still shrouded in scorching heat on that first night.

The little wizard went out for exercise when the sun was setting. Before he had even walked two laps around the playground, he was already sweating profusely.

Amostasi spent the afternoon in Severus' office because it was underground and cool enough.

Rarely, Amosita had the idea to discuss with Severus the troubles that Fleur had brought to him.

However, considering that this topic might cause extra harm to Severus, Amosita restrained his impulse. "By the way, has Voldemort done anything interesting recently?"

After talking about this and that for a long time, Amosta finally asked a question related to the main business.

"You know what he's been planning lately, Amosta."

Severus tapped the figs in the wooden frame on the table with his wand. He watched expressionlessly as the fig skin in front of him gracefully peeled off the flesh and flew onto the iron rack to dry, while saying to Amosta.

“Tsk tsk—”

Amosta shook his head and uttered an ambiguous sigh.

But his disrespectful attitude caused Severus confusion.

"You're not worried at all?"

Severus tilted his head and squinted at Amostra, who had occupied his desk and was particularly badly knocking her feet on her desk.

"You thought the Dark Lord would fail."

"Do not--"

Amosta interlaced his fingers and placed them behind his head, staring at a large jar of fire ash snake eggs hanging under the dark brown ceiling slabs, with a strange smile on his face.
"I think he will succeed. If Voldemort can't plan this well, then he won't be able to accomplish anything."

"In this case--"

Severus looked away from the figs he was peeling, and looked suspiciously at Amosta, who looked relaxed and happy.

"Why aren't you worried at all? You know that if the Dark Lord succeeds in saving his Death Eaters, the wizarding world will be at peace again. And you seem to be looking forward to this happening?"

“I am indeed looking forward to it.”

Knowing that Severus would be confused, Amosita smiled and said,
"I have a plan, the success of which depends on whether Voldemort can rescue his loyal Death Eaters."

"what's the plan?"

Severus immediately asked,

"What do you want to take this opportunity to plan?"

Amosta smiled, and when he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed and he turned his head to look at the wall.

Before he could even stand up from the chair, a beautiful phoenix shining with silver light penetrated the wall and hovered in front of Amosta.

"Ah, you're back Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Good evening, Amosta and Severus. I trust I have not disturbed your conversation."

Severus was too lazy to respond and started to deal with his figs again.

"Of course not. We were just chatting."

Amosta stretched himself. He knew Dumbledore would definitely talk to him.

"I'll go to your office, Principal, and we'll have a meeting."

Ten minutes later, Amosta appeared in Dumbledore's office.

When he saw Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the thin-legged desk and looked exhausted with a trace of sadness between his brows, he knew what was going on.

"So, we failed again this time?"

"Ah, you have guessed it, Amosta?"

Dumbledore smiled, and revived from his statue state. He leaned back in his chair, his azure eyes fixed on the intricate patterns on the dome of the office.

"Yes, as you expected, my old friend, Professor Horace Slughorn, is still unwilling to tell me the truth."

Pulling out a stool, Amosta sat opposite Dumbledore and also fell into silence.

Dumbledore has been trying to break through this man's defenses for some time, but has always failed. However, this man may hold extremely critical information.
"otherwise"

The flickering candlelight reflected on Amosta's cheek, creating a light and shadow of varying brightness.

"How about letting me try to contact him?"

(End of this chapter)