Homecoming from Hogwarts

"So, when did the change begin, and what caused us to lose the peaceful life we ​​once had?"

The sharp questioning was loud and clear.

Inside the house, people listening to the speech expressed their opinions, but their voices were still low and unclear.

John clenched his fists, fire flickering in his brown eyes.

There is no need to think too much about this question.

Things have gone wrong since the new minister suddenly came to power.

"Ever since our friendly, kindly Minister Cornelius Fudge was suddenly removed from office and Amelia Bones and Amos Towers Braine took over, the British wizarding world has been a mess!"

Angris said with a grim face,

"Diagon Alley, which has existed for centuries and is famous all over the world, has been reduced to a wasteland overnight. St. Mungo's is filled with wizards injured in the war, and you have lost your jobs because of the war that was hastily provoked by the Ministry of Magic!"

The wind blowing outside the house suddenly became fierce.

The old locust tree at the door bent in the strong wind, and the rustling sounds of the leaves colliding with each other gathered together like someone crying miserably.

"But--"

The eldest of the Shire families raised his hand at this point, and to John's surprise, he actually raised an objection.

"The Ministry is there to catch Death Eaters and fight You-Know-Who--"

"Of course it is!"

Mr. Angelis did not show any blame, but a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.
"It's always right to fight You-Know-Who, but I think we all agree that the way the Ministry chose was not very appropriate, right?"

There was another round of discussion and people nodded.

"Minister Bones and Braine demand that the Death Eaters return to Azkaban on their own accord, or they will confiscate their wealth in Gringotts—"

Angris said coldly,

"First of all, as you may know, the Ministry of Magic has no legal basis for doing this. In other words, they have no relevant legal support at all. It is a completely dictatorial and hegemonic act.

Besides, the Ministry of Magic chose to use the most violent way to provoke the You-Know-Who. Do they expect the You-Know-Who not to fight back?
The Ministry of Magic under Bones has not considered the interests of ordinary people at all. You can all see that the merchants in Diagon Alley are still setting up tents in the open space to sell goods.

The Ministry of Magic hastily identified the leaders of some ancient and glorious pure-blood families as followers of the You-Know-Who. This reckless behavior has directly led to the dilemma you are facing now!"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with dry yellow hair suddenly covered his face and shrugged his shoulders.

"My family has been serving the Notts ever since my grandfather. Oh, but the Ministry of Magic says he was caught in the Battle of Diagon Alley and he's a Death Eater!"

"I think Mr. Nott might have just gone to the discredited Gringotts to take his gold that day."

Angris said sympathetically,
"I know Mr. Nott. He is definitely a good wizard who abides by the law and has absolutely nothing to do with the Death Eaters."

The gray-eyed wizard with a cane stood at the door after entering the house, looking outside with an expressionless face, as if he was on guard against their gathering which would not be welcomed by the Ministry of Magic.

But after hearing what Angris said, he couldn't help but cast a faint glance at him.

"Now, I think you won't be confused about why I want to help you."

Angris sighed heavily.
"I can't bear to see the Ministry of Magic become a mess; I can't bear to see the British wizarding world become a laughing stock; I can't bear to see the kind and innocent people in the wizarding world, that is, you, displaced and without support in life.
Of course, I also hope that my business here will continue to prosper as before."

Angelis suddenly raised his voice.
"So we must make the Ministry of Magic hear our voices, hold them accountable for those irresponsible decisions that have caused disastrous consequences, and be responsible for our lives!"

John gasped. In the past, in the old days, he could still work in Mr. Greengrass's workshop.

Although their lives were not particularly affluent at that time, their fields could guarantee their basic living.

The Galleons earned in the workshop can be used to buy a couple of clothes for Egwene from time to time, and some candies and potions to increase the chance of magical riots for Bona. In addition to his work, he can occasionally go to the Leaky Cauldron to drink a couple of strong whiskeys!

But this 'good life' is gone forever due to the Ministry of Magic's repeated stupid moves!
The discussions in the room gradually became louder. People were no longer "shy" and started to whisper to each other about their anger and dissatisfaction!

"But what should we do?"

Another woman, still wearing an apron, said uneasily,
"Mr. Angris, I-we are not good at magic. We can't fight against the strikers of the Ministry of Magic. Oh, and Brian, he can kill us all with just one spell!"

"Oh, dear lady—"

Angelis looked at him with a pleasant expression.

"I never said that we were going to start a riot or fight against the Ministry of Magic. All we have to do is make our voices heard. Of course, in order for the Ministry of Magic to take us seriously, it is inevitable that we may take some drastic actions!"

Angelis added, emphasizing:
"Our intention is just to get fairness for ourselves. We don't mean to hurt anyone, right?"

The lady nodded, her expression becoming firm.

"First thing we need to do!"

Angris raised a finger and looked at this group of "fools" with indifference and sarcasm hidden deep in his eyes.
"We need to find more people who are dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic's behavior. Only when more people make a louder voice can the masters of the Ministry of Magic pay attention to our demands!"

"We have to work!"

The two brothers of the Charles family suddenly stood up, their faces were filled with enthusiasm, and they waved their fists at the crowd.
"We want a stable life. We want everything in the wizarding world to return to normal. We also want the Ministry of Magic to compensate us for our losses. If Bones can't do it, then let Minister Fudge come back!"

The roars of the Charles brothers ignited new anger in the hearts of the poor people who were suffering from the hardships of life.

Every dirty face is filled with dissatisfaction towards those in power!

Angris looked at the group of fools he had mobilized with satisfaction.

Although these are inferior and weak.

However, when their voices come together, Amelia Bones will have to take them seriously. At that time -
call!
People were so immersed in venting their anger that no one noticed that flames suddenly appeared in John's extinguished fireplace, but Angris and the cold-eyed man noticed it immediately.

After a moment of astonishment, both of them drew their wands at the same time and pointed them at the fireplace with cold expressions.

This extreme action immediately made people stop and they turned around, staring blankly at the fireplace that was spewing flames!
"Have you invited any other guests, John?"

Mr. Anglis asked with narrowed eyes and a sullen look on his face.

"What. An invitation. Oh, I don't have--"

John also looked at the fireplace spewing green flames in confusion.

"Ah, you are."

Under the gazes of many people, a girl with dark golden brown hair, lively silver eyes, and strange carrot pendant earrings jumped out of the fireplace.

The girl in the light pink pajamas ignored the two wands pointing at her, and looked at the crowd and asked excitedly,

"Practice singing?" (End of this chapter)