Homecoming from Hogwarts

The recent chaos has caused Diagon Alley, which had finally regained some popularity after the war, to become deserted again.

Amosta led several little wizards through the streets.

The streets were in a state of desolation.

Many shops on both sides of the rammed earth avenue had closed their doors and fled urgently when the marching team pushed down the walls and caused a riot, fearing that their lives would be endangered.

Amosta led a few anxious little wizards to the Leaky Cauldron.

There was not a single customer in the huge bar.

However, since the department had previously spent a lot of money ordering lunch for the parade, Old Tom, who had made a big deal, didn't mind the current bleak business.

He hummed a light tune and wiped the wine glasses behind the bar.

"Oh, Mr. Blaine?"

The people who walked into the bar made Old Tom's eyes sparkle immediately. He ran from behind the bar to Amosita nimbly like a young man in his teens or twenties.

"May I have the honor of buying you a drink, Mr. Blaine, to celebrate the great victory you have just won?"

"Oh--"

Amosta laughed.

"I was just going to have something to eat, but okay, give me a glass of sherry, please, original flavor--"

Amosta turned his head and looked at the students behind him.

"Five more glasses of orange juice, please."

Old Tom immediately went to work excitedly.

"Sit down—"

Looking around, Amosta chose a seat by the window, merged two tables, sat down first, and then motioned Harry and others to sit down.

"How's your summer homework going?"

Amosta folded his hands and placed them on his crossed legs, his calm gaze cast over the several young wizards who were sitting upright.

Everyone answered in the affirmative, except Harry and Ron, who shrank their heads guiltily when they answered.

They weren't lying, they had done their summer homework, but the quality of their work had plummeted since Hermione went home.

Then there was silence.

Looking at the little guys who were silent in front of him, Amosta also fell into a trance.

He admitted that he was not a person who liked to show off his authority, whether in front of students or other adult wizards.

However, as his reputation grew, more and more people unconsciously adopted a respectful attitude towards him.

During the few weeks he assisted Amelia in governing the country as an advisor, he encountered many wizards who were so nervous that they couldn't even speak in front of him.

Why.
Amosta sighed softly.

Not to mention other people's faults, he himself has become more and more accustomed to maintaining a dignified attitude in front of others. In this regard, Dumbledore is more able to control himself.

"I'm sorry, Professor!"

With a thud, Hermione stood up and said with a sad face. Harry also stood up with a dejected look.

Next up was Luna.

Her dust-free eyes revealed a rare hint of nervousness.

As for Ron and Lavender, they were a step slower than the others, but they also left the bench nervously.

Amosta raised his brows but said nothing.

"I shouldn't have let Harry pretend to be kidnapped by Luna"

Hermione pursed her lips together, ashamed.

"I shouldn't have used Polyjuice Potion to become John"

Luna also admitted her mistake.

Amosta had a confused expression.

He hadn't asked any questions yet, but the two girls admitted it straightforwardly.

Old Tom trotted over with the tray in his hand, put it on the table, and said nothing with great observation. He bowed and quickly retreated.

"Sit down—"

Amosta picked up the wine glass, touched the crystal wall of the glass with his fingertips for a few times, and said after pondering for a moment.

"Youth means you have the right to make mistakes--"

Professor Brian did not rebuke their impulsiveness as they had expected, but said calmly,

“It’s just that people with wisdom can learn from their mistakes and help themselves grow.”

Harry also lowered his head in shame. He was definitely not the wise man that Professor Brain said.

Amosta didn't want to be too harsh on these kids. After all, their intentions were good.

As for the strange habit of being impulsive, this is an old problem inherited from ancestors for the young wizards of Gryffindor College.

He couldn't ask them to be like him, a calm and composed person from the day he was born into this world.

Besides, if Harry and his children really learned to judge the situation, that would be a troublesome problem.

"Let's end this matter here--"

Amosta brought the wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and felt the light spicy flavor blooming among his taste buds. He exhaled slowly to relieve his tiredness, and then, his eyes were fixed on Hermione.

"In fact, there is something I have wanted to talk to you about for a long time, but the Ministry of Magic delayed me--"

Hermione's heart, which had just been put at ease, rose to her throat again. She fluttered her long, slightly damp eyelashes and stared at Professor Brains nervously.

Harry and the others immediately cast curious glances at Hermione.

"The one you built. Um--"

The memory was a little fuzzy, and Amosta thought for a few seconds.
"Well, I think it should be the House-Elf Rights Protection Association. Do you have any plans to continue it?"

Silently, Harry and Ron opened their mouths in astonishment.

Professor Blaine specifically talks to Hermione about her ridiculous agreement. It sounds ridiculous!
Even Hermione herself was totally unprepared for this. She was frozen in place for a long moment before she came to her senses.

"Oh, I have every intention of continuing her, Professor!"

Ignoring Ron and Harry's strange expressions, Hermione suddenly became alert and said excitedly,
"Professor Brian, I have a new plan on how to mobilize more students to participate in the movement to liberate the house-elf slaves!"

"Oh?"

Amosta showed an interested expression.

"Tell me about it—"

breathe.
Hermione exhaled heavily, her eyes sparkling.

"I realize that teaching house-elves to fight for their own interests is a long and difficult road. I cannot accomplish this alone. I must win the support of more people!"

"But as far as I know--"

Amosita glanced slowly at Ron and Harry, who were trying hard not to laugh with their faces tense.
"You've tried to get more support, haven't you? But it doesn't seem to be working?"

"Oh, that's because I used the wrong method, Professor Blaine—"

Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron and said,

"Helping the house elves awaken is a thankless task. I shouldn't expect everyone to enjoy this job, so I decided to change the way--"

As she spoke, Hermione pulled out the bag containing a thousand Galleons from her pocket and placed it in front of everyone.

"Oh!"

Ron looked at the purse, then at Hermione.
"Are you crazy, Hermione, you're going to empty your savings for those little things?!"

"Exactly that-"

Hermione held her head high.

"I plan to pay a salary to everyone who is willing to join the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, Professor Brian. If anyone can make a breakthrough, I will also give them a bonus!"

"Your bonus will be wiped out in an instant if you do that, Hermione -"

Harry suggested honestly. He had no idea that Hermione took a large amount of gold from Gringotts and kept it on her body for this purpose.

"Oh, of course I interview applicants, Harry—"

Hermione didn't give in.

"Make sure they don't join this organization just to take advantage!"

"Be realistic, Hermione—"

Ron shook his head,

"The truth is, you can't tell who's sincere and who's fake!"

Hermione was immediately annoyed by the lack of support from her two best friends. She was about to retort -
"In that case, if I want to join your organization, is that okay, Hermione?"

"Oh, of course, I'd love to!"

Hermione agreed happily without thinking, but after she agreed, she realized who had just made the application!
"You are planning to join the professor?!"

Is this a joke?

Not to mention Hermione, Harry and Ron also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Yes, you heard me right—"

Amosta nodded and gave a positive answer with a smile.

"So, will you accept me into your organization, the Society for the Protection of the Rights of Intelligent Magical Creatures, Hermione?" (End of this chapter)