Homecoming from Hogwarts

When the word "Voldemort" appeared in the crowded square hall of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, there was a collective gasp.

Before the previous decade or so of peace, the British Ministry of Magic had existed for several decades in a period of turmoil.

The man his followers called the Dark Lord had forged a fear of that name through countless cold-blooded murders and bloody massacres.

Even the Ministry of Magic, an official organization, only referred to him as 'the mysterious man' and did not dare to call him by his name.

This also directly led to the entire British wizarding community being afraid of this name, and being laughed at by wizards from other countries.

Many years later, Minister Amelia Bones mentioned this name again, and in a trance, everyone seemed to see that a new era had arrived!

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow!
There was applause from St. Mungo's Hospital, so loud that one could hear a pin drop. The applause became louder and louder, deafening and seemed to blow the roof off!
"amazing!"

Sirius cheered loudly and waved his arms at Minister Bones below.

"She's really amazing, isn't she?"

Hermione's cheeks flushed with excitement, she clapped her hands hard, and her eyes flashed with admiration!

"It is indeed remarkable—"

Ron was also clapping, but he looked a little uneasy.

"But this isn't a wise move is it? The You-Know-Who won't let her go."

“That’s why it’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Neville said,
"In fact, I have long thought this is a bit strange. I mean, using 'Your Highness' to replace Voldemort -"

Despite saying so, Neville still shuddered violently, with discomfort flashing in his eyes.

"Please forgive me——"

The crowd was so enthusiastic that they surrounded Minister Bones, and Scrimgeour had to use his wand to amplify his voice.

"Minister Bones will have to visit some seriously injured people next!"

"let's go--"

The people standing on the stairs gradually moved back, and Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder.

They met Neville's parents when they were on the second floor.

The couple had gentle faces, and Harry saw a bit of the Weasleys in them.

They also suffered heavy casualties in this war.

Mr. Longbottom was using a cane, while his wife had one arm heavily bandaged.

"Did you hear what Minister Bones just said, Frank, Alice?"

Sirius asked with great interest.

"certainly--"

Neville's father said that he also seemed very excited.

"Minister Bones' courage is admirable. The Ministry of Magic will surely achieve great things under her leadership!"

Alice rolled her eyes at her husband, then looked at Neville tenderly.

"These must all be your friends, right, Neville, why don't you introduce them to us?"

"That's what I was planning, Mother--"

Neville held Alice's uninjured arm and said with a smile,
"Look, that's Hermione. You know her. The others are Ron, Ginny, George and Fred. They are all from the Weasley family."

"Hello-"

Mrs. Longbottom nodded at them, then, with a frown on her face,
"Your father was also injured, right? Is he okay?"

"Arthur is on the fourth floor, we were just about to go see him—"

Sirius took over.

As it should be, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom joined them.

As the finale, Harry was grandly introduced by Neville.

"Neville has told us a lot about you over the past month—"

Frank just glanced at Harry's scar quickly and looked away, then said with interest,

"He said you were very brave. Apparently, you had the guts to run onto the battlefield. For an underage wizard, this is truly extraordinary!"

"Don't praise him for that, Frank!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and said, making Harry's cheeks red. "We all know that it wasn't just Amosta who defeated Voldemort yesterday -"

Frank smiled innocently, but then confusion appeared between his brows.

“Honestly, I thought the Ministry was going to make a big fuss about this!

Harry Potter defeated Voldemort again, but I heard that Minister Bones seemed to have strictly prohibited the spread of this matter for some reason, and she also did not allow the Daily Prophet to publish this matter.
It's not fair to you, is it, Harry? This will make you famous. After all, even Amosta, you are already here, Amosta!"

They chatted all the way and unknowingly arrived at Mr. Weasley's ward. They saw Amosta sitting next to Mr. Weasley's bed, who looked like a dumpling.

The two people seemed to be discussing some serious topic, and there was a hint of hesitation in Mr. Weasley's frown.

"Ah, you guys are here--"

Seeing a group of people coming in one after another, Amosta stood up from the stool, smiled and nodded to them.

"When did you come here, Amosta?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"In fact, I came here with Amelia."

Amosta slowly pulled out his wand from his sleeve and conjured up a row of chairs, smiling and asking,
"How was Amelia's speech?"

"The effect is remarkable--"

Sirius sat down, picked up an apple from the fruit basket on Mr. Weasley's bedside table and started to eat it.

“But why don’t you show up and say something to people?

People know that you stood up to the enraged Voldemort. If it were you, people might have more confidence. "

Professor Blaine did not consider the little wizards when he prepared the chairs.

Harry complained in his heart, but when he heard Sirius ask this question, he cast a curious look at Professor Brains.

"I can't steal all the limelight, can I?"

Amosta laughed twice.

"Otherwise, it will be difficult for Amelia to do it."

Sirius curled his lips, seeming to disagree with this statement.

The exposed skin on Mr. Weasley's face was still pale.

However, when he expressed his gratitude to these people for coming to visit him and greeted the Longbottoms, his voice was much better than the weak voice he had yesterday.

"My therapist told me that if I'm lucky, I'll be discharged at the end of this month--"

When asked about his injuries, Mr. Weasley said with a sad face,
"I'll go crazy if I stay here for a month!"

"Oh, it's not that hard, it will pass in the blink of an eye--"

Mr. Frank said humorously,
"It's the same feeling between Alice and I. More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye!"

A burst of happy chuckles appeared in the ward. As long as Mr. Weasley could recover without any root cause of the disease, it would be a very good result.

"Don't worry, Arthur—"

Amosta smiled and said,
"Use this free time to weigh the pros and cons and think carefully about my proposal. After all, this matter is of great importance."

The sadness on Mr. Weasley's brow suddenly disappeared, and his expression became the same as when they first entered the ward, solemn and hesitant.

What was Professor Blaine talking about with Mr. Weasley?
Harry and Hermione both looked at Ron at the same time, but Ron just responded with a confused expression.

"Come to think of it, you were just--"

Sirius asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Amelia and I have discussed setting up a new department in the ministry, and we need to rely on Arthur's integrity, so I came here to consult Arthur's opinion--"

Amosta did not try to be mysterious and spoke directly.

New Department Integrity?!
From the hesitant look on Mrs. Weasley's face as she stood at the end of the bed, Hermione could sense that she seemed to hope that Mr. Weasley would take over the position.

After all, it is worth it for Professor Brian to come in person. It is hard to say whether the head of this department is powerful, but he must be very important.

"What is it?"

Sirius didn't hide his curiosity, he asked with interest.

"The Supervisory Department—"

Amosta showed a meaningful smile. (End of this chapter)