Homecoming from Hogwarts

Looking at the man walking out of the fireplace, John pursed his lips gradually and his breathing became tight. His hands seemed redundant, and he felt that no matter where he put them, he could not show his respect!

There is no doubt that this elegantly and well-dressed man is a respectable gentleman.

John worked in the Greengrass family's broom workshop for seven years and had seen many 'big shots'.

In addition to the foreigners who came to the workshop to inspect and place orders, John had also met the tax officials of the Ministry of Magic, the young masters and young ladies of the Greengrass family, and even Mr. Greengrass himself several times!

But John had to say that the big shots he had met in the past, although they also wore clothes made of exquisite fabrics, none of them could compete with the elegant gentleman in front of him in terms of temperament!

"I assume you must be Mr. John Cena, right?"

The slightly hoarse voice of the middle-aged gentleman is very attractive.

But what made John even more delighted was that such a gentleman actually called him 'Sir'!
"I am. Oh, I am not. I, I mean, you can just call me John, sir!"

John's heart was pounding and his cheeks were flushed!

"Ah, John. I hope my visit did not bother you, but the two gentlemen of the Charles said that you are trustworthy, so."

John straightened his chest and raised his voice.
"Of course, Mr. Angris, I am completely loyal to our cause!"

"I have every confidence in you, John—"

The man called Angris took off his hat, stretched out his hand and shook hands with John, but the ecstatic John did not notice the hint of mockery that flashed in Angris' eyes behind the frame.

Angelis looked at John's house with great interest. He could easily tell that the house had just been thoroughly cleaned.

John stood beside Angris uncomfortably, like a soldier being inspected.

Angelis raised his head and his eyes followed the staircase against the wall to the dark second floor.

"No one's home except me—"

John, who was smart, immediately realized what Mr. Anglis was worried about, and he hurriedly explained,
"Egwene and Bona, my wife and daughter, are sleeping at a friend's house tonight."

"Please forgive me--"

Angris nodded, his voice gentle,
"You know we have to remain vigilant, for the Ministry under Amelia Bones is not as tolerant as I remember it being."

John nodded timidly.

John was awed by the understatement in Mr. Angris's tone when he mentioned the Ministry and the Minister of Magic.

"I came here first to check the environment. Oh, no problem, I can notify them to come over."

Angris turned around, reached out and picked up the bag of Floo powder from the alcove, but the empty bag made his eyes flicker again.

Soon, another gentleman walked out of the flames.

It was also a noble gentleman, walking out of the flames with a cane.

The gentleman's gray eyes just moved away as soon as John landed on them, and he looked around John's house indifferently, without paying any attention to the hand John extended to him.

John blushed and drew his hand back. Compared with Mr. Angliss, this gentleman made him more awed.
Because he smelled the same scent from the second gentleman as he did from Mr. Greengrass.

The next person who came to his house through the fireplace made John feel less stressed.

First, there are the Charles brothers who work in the Crucible Workshop in the village.

These two brothers were obviously born from the same mother, but they look nothing alike. One is strong and the other is thin. They have been working in the crucible workshop for many years, and their skin is as black as if it was burned by flames.

Next came a corpulent woman of whom John had only a vague recollection.

It seemed like he worked briefly in the broom workshop for two months, but later resigned because he was not satisfied with the salary!

"I have only notified so many people for now--"

The eldest of the Charles family was the thinner of the two brothers, with a pair of dark, lively eyes, but John, who was squeezed against the wall, discovered that his eyes had become cloudy and lifeless.

It must be due to unemployment.

John thought.

"Thank you, Love--"

Mr. Angris, sitting on a creaking wooden stool, bowed politely to the eldest son of the Charles family. This graceful move caused a commotion in front of a group of laid-off workers.

"I think I should first introduce myself to everyone here--"

Under the gaze of many people, Mr. Angelis stood up from his stool and smiled at everyone.

"I'm Drogo Angris, a businessman who travels around the world all the time, but I'm British. I spent my childhood and youth here. Like you, I love this land and our magical world—"

"Mr. Anglis is a kind and elegant gentleman. We met him unexpectedly—"

The second child of the Charles family said in a silly voice.

John looked at the second son of the Charles family, and found no difference between him and usual, still looking dull as always.

"Mr. Anglis sympathized with our situation and decided to help us."

The second son of the Charles family continued speaking.

Everyone who came here was feeling uneasy, and the words of the second son of the Ciel family made everyone hesitate.

"Are you helping Mr. Angris just out of sympathy?"

The middle-aged woman who had worked in the workshop where John had worked for two months hesitated.

John also began to feel doubtful.

A respectable person from the upper class decided to help them fight against the Ministry of Magic because he felt sympathy for these poor people, or as the second son of the Ciel family said, Mr. Angris was an extremely kind wizard.

Everyone expressed their doubts in a mumbling voice.

Mr. Angelis did not show any impatience. He just smiled and listened quietly.

"First of all, please allow me to express my respect to you all--"

When the buzzing sound in the living room stopped, Mr. Angelis suddenly said that he actually bowed to them in public, and this 'frivolous' behavior scared the group of workers.

"Everyone who appears here tonight is a warrior with a sense of justice and a precious spirit of resistance!"

In the dim candlelight, Mr. Angelis's voice suddenly became excited.

"I want to answer the question you asked me: why do I want to help you? Oh, actually you misunderstood. I am not only helping you, but I am also helping myself!"

In front of the surprised faces, Angris spoke with great emotion.

"I have just introduced myself to you all, growing up in the British wizarding world during my childhood and adolescence.

The magic world back then, it makes me sad and nostalgic when I talk about it now--"

Somehow, John felt uncomfortable watching Mr. Angliss, who was over fifty years old, take out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his eyes.

Although it’s been less than a month since his life changed, he’s already missing the past.

"Freedom, equality, and a sense of justice. People only need to work hard to make their lives better day by day!"

Mr. Angelis sniffed.
“Whenever I visit other countries around the world, my new friends ask me about my country and I always introduce it to them with great pride!

I will confidently tell them responsibly that the people in the British wizarding community are the happiest; our Diagon Alley is the most prosperous; and our Ministry of Magic is humane!

I have seen many countries, but none is as beautiful as this. France, Germany, Italy, the United States, Japan."

The audience listened attentively to Mr. Angelis's words with their eyes fixed on the topic.

"I enjoy the envious looks from my new friends when they hear me describe everything here. They envy me for growing up in such a great country, which is what I am most proud of!"

The impassioned voice echoed in the house, overwhelming the whistling breeze outside.

"But what about now? What has become of the British wizarding world?"

Mr. Angelis looked at everyone, his expression gradually becoming sad.

"All prosperity is gone!" (End of this chapter)