Homecoming from Hogwarts

Paris, Gringotts World Bank Headquarters.

Light and shadows overlap in the sky, and the hazy half-moon reflects the green valley.

A clear stream flows along its winding riverbed into the small town located in the valley, and passes through thousands of households through the canals on both sides of the ancient stone road.

It was a town with completely ancient architectural styles. Every household on the roadside had an iron stove in their house, and several sets of shining silver armor hung in front of their doors.

Walking to the fountain at the intersection of four roads, Amosita stopped and looked around the ancient town. His nostrils moved slightly, and he could smell a sense of ancient vicissitudes from the breeze wandering in the deserted streets of the town.

"amazing--"

Amosta clapped his hands in praise,

“Is this the place where your ancestors lived?”

"You're right, Mr. Blaine.

According to human chronology, the ancestors of the fairies built this town around the third century AD. According to historical records, the name of this town is Shuangyue Town. "

Bana nodded slowly and introduced Amosta calmly, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Amosta's gaze was directed towards the mountains on both sides of the town, which were not particularly tall but still exuded a majestic and magnificent feeling. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this was not an illusion created by magic, but a real mountain.

Amosta shook his head slowly, shocked by the goblins' madness.

"You actually built a replica of this town in this building. Is it to be used as a last resort?"

"Unlike humans, I, the goblins, have to respect our history more."

Bana said in a slow tone,
"We recreated it more to commemorate the arduous history of our ancestors. Of course, your guess is not wrong, this is indeed a solid fortress."

Amosta remained silent. He clenched his hands into fists behind his back and rubbed his knuckles with his thumbs.

The greenery covering the mountains has also 'eroded' this ancient town.

The roofs of every townhouse are covered with verdant vines, and the brightly colored flowers dilute the earthy atmosphere of the "blacksmith town".

This makes this quaint town look like a fairy tale.

“This can indeed be called a solid fortress.”

Amosta's eyes moved, and a faint purple light filled his eyes.

"Even I can't open a passage to this town by violence."

As one of the only two or three great magicians left in the world, it is only fitting that he has received such high praise from Amos Tower Braine, the town that the goblins spent countless money, energy and time to build.

However, the old goblin Bana did not show any joy. He just looked at the town with melancholy as the breeze blew and the swirling smoke made it dim.

"A great wizard like you must understand that there is no impenetrable fortress in this world. The most perfect shelter is the one that will never be used.

If we activate this place, it means that the fairies are about to face disaster, so I sincerely hope that this place will always be just a place for the fairies to appreciate history."

Old Bana looked at Amosta, who was standing beside the fountain in the shape of an ancient fairy hero at the intersection. His eyes, which were covered with a layer of white film, showed hesitation, but in the end, he still spoke his mind.
"It is undoubtedly a great pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Brian. Whether it is the Learning Machine Workshop or the broadcast of the Triwizard Tournament, the goblins have benefited a lot, but--"

Bana tapped the floor with his cane. The dull thumping sound echoed in the town like a death knell, making this ancient town look somewhat lonely and decadent.

"--If we agree to do what you just asked, Mr. Blaine--"

The old goblin came to the Amosta trial, speaking with sincerity,
"Then I'm afraid the time before the fairies use this shelter will begin to count down."

"Bana, the purpose of our existence is not just to survive."

Amosta glanced at the old goblin and said solemnly, "Ever since the goblins led the intelligent and magical creatures to fight against the wizards and lost the war a century or two ago, the goblins have largely abandoned the traditional alchemical equipment manufacturing and luxury goods industry and turned to the emerging financial industry.

This was undoubtedly a very wise decision. The goblins who made this decision had extraordinary wisdom. In a short period of time, they collected unimaginable wealth for the goblins and helped them regain their foothold in the magical world—"

Amosta and Bana began to move again, walking along the ancient streets with gurgling water.
"The future of fairies is bright and everything seems to be going well, but if this trend continues, what do you think will happen?"

Now, the silent man has become Old Bana.

"What awaits you will be a massacre far more brutal than any previous one."

call!
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from outside the valley, and the armor and exquisite cold weapons hanging in the streets and alleys jingled in the wind.

A mysterious and ominous atmosphere shrouds the fairy town of Shuangyue.

"You have wealth far exceeding that of wizards, but you lack the power to protect it."

Amosta's calm voice was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"The wizard's butcher knife will eventually chop off your heads, and the wealth you have seized in the past two centuries will be piled up on the goblin's corpses and blood. It's only a matter of time. If Voldemort doesn't do it and I don't do it, someone else will do it."

"But you once promised me that you would help the goblin at the right time."

The old goblin Bana could no longer maintain the calmness he pretended to be. His old body trembled, as if he was terrified of the horrific future of the goblins that Amosta had portrayed.

"Now is the right time, Bana."

Amosta said solemnly.

"But forgive me for being blunt, Mr. Brian, if we really allow your plan, then before the day comes when wizards raise their butcher knives, the Dark Lord will not let us go and we will lose the trust of wizards!"

Old Bana panted slightly, his hoarse voice filled with indignation.

"For the greater good, Bana."

Amosta was as calm as ever;
“A short-term sacrifice for a greater good.

The return of the Dark Lord will bring about huge changes to the entire European magical world. If the goblins do not take this opportunity to integrate into the wave of change and try to find their new position in the new pattern, will they still cling to their old ways and wait for the wizards to wield their butcher knives? "

A drizzle began to fall in Shuangyue Town, and the fog grew thicker. Amosta and the old goblin Bana seemed to be standing in a lost secret realm, surrounded by a raging and roaring haze.

"I've been having an idea, Bana—"

With a dignified look at Bana, who was hanging his head in confusion and anxiety, Amosta stared at the swaying Twin Moon Town.
"Thousands of years ago, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, four legendary wizards with forward-looking vision, realized that magic education must break through the family blockade and face a wider range of people, otherwise magic will decline.

Over the past millennium, successors have indeed implemented the ideas of the Big Four very well, but again, there has been no fundamental and commendable progress.

I personally think that Hogwarts should become a more comprehensive magic school."

Wow!

Old Bana suddenly raised his head and stared at Amosta Blaine in astonishment.
"Your. If I understand correctly, you mean"

Old Bana was speechless and then shook his head suddenly, his tone full of bitterness.

"That's impossible, Mr. Blaine—"

"hehe."

Amosta finally laughed. His clear and hearty laughter penetrated the mist and rain, pierced through the haze that enveloped Shuangyue Town, and resounded throughout the valley.
"Nothing is impossible, my dear Bana, everything depends on human effort, isn't it?" (End of this chapter)