Homecoming from Hogwarts

Jasna used Amosta's magic wand to make a stove, pots and pans, and other tools, and then she returned the wand to Amosta.

A strange scene appeared.

A "windless land" appeared on the vast icy lake shrouded by bitter cold winds.

An old man who was about to die had a sad look on his face. He was holding a wooden spatula and turning the fried fish in the pan.

Next to the stove, Jasna squatted on the ground, waiting with great interest, seemingly not noticing old Enma's clumsy craftsmanship.

The smell of burning rushed into his nostrils, but Amosta did not show any mockery.

He rested his butt on the collapsed sled frame, keeping quiet and keeping a low profile.

Under the burning of the raging fire, the ice water poured into the iron pot quickly boiled. Then, old Enma cut the cooked frozen potatoes into pieces and put them into the light beige fish soup.

The fish soup soon began to boil again.

"alright--"

Old Enma raised her head and said in a hoarse voice.

As a meal before execution, it was extremely simple.

However, Jasna didn't care. She couldn't wait to scoop a bowl of fish soup without any seasoning from the pot. After thinking for a while, she took difficult steps to Amosta.

"Oh, I have a share too?"

Amosta smiled faintly.

"Of course you saved me and old Enma from the wolves, Mr. Braine—"

Amosta smiled and said nothing. He took the wooden bowl, sipped the fish soup, and then nodded.

"good--"

"You are indeed a respectable wizard, Mr. Braine—"

Jasna nodded in greeting.

Then she went back to the stove and ladled the rest of the fish soup into two large wooden bowls.

An old man and a young man sat on a snow wolf that fell to the ground, leaning on each other, silently tasting the bitter fish soup.

"What are your plans after this, old Enma?"

Jasna's chatty tone caused old Enma to fall into a long silence.

Amosta could feel the pain in the silence.

He obviously didn't want to deceive Jasna, but he couldn't tell the truth.

"Back to the village—"

After a long time, old Enma said sullenly.

"Um--"

Jasna hummed softly, and she raised her hand to smooth down the gray hair of Old Enma that had been ruffled by the wind during the chase with the snow wolf.
"When you go back, move to the other side of the river and live with the villagers, Enma--"

Jasna spoke in a gentle tone.
"No matter how many Muggles you killed on the battlefield, fifty years have passed and you have already paid for your sins. There is no need to punish yourself anymore."

Has it been paid off?
Old Enma's dim eyes were slightly confused.

no no
Those humiliating sins had become deeply entangled with his life, and as long as he lived, those sins would never be washed away.

However, there is no need to discuss these matters anymore.

"Um--"

Old Enma nodded.

Seeing Enma agreed, Jasna smiled. She took a few sips of the bland fish soup and showed an expression of pleasure and enjoyment.

"By the way, Mr. Blaine--"

Jasna suddenly remembered something and looked at Amosta who was in deep thought.

"Mr. Blaine, I have a request for you—"

"At any rate, Miss Rosier--"

Amosta came back to his senses and spoke gently.

"I have opened vaults in Gringotts in France, Germany, and Italy. The gold is no longer of any use to me. I am willing to hand over the key to the vault to you. All the wealth can be donated to the British Ministry of Magic to support the construction of the destroyed Diagon Alley. But in exchange--"

Jasna glanced at old Enma;
"I want to ask you to help old Enma rebuild a house. He is very old, and the work of building a house is too strenuous for him——" "Build a new house"

Amosta looked at the silent old man, his eyes moving slightly.
"It's not a big deal, Ms. Rosier, but—"

Amosta shrugged his shoulders.

"Are you really going to give away all your wealth, Miss Rosier?"

"I've been sentenced to life imprisonment, haven't I?"

There was not much sadness in Jasna's smile.

"indeed so--"

Amosta nodded.

"But according to the Avalon Prison Management Regulations issued by the British Ministry of Magic, all prisoners in prison who behave well, actively accept reform, deeply recognize the shame of crime, and sincerely repent, after serving a certain number of years, even prisoners sentenced to life imprisonment will be allowed parole and sentence reduction, so--"

Looking at the somewhat dazed Jasna and the equally concerned Enma, Amosta smiled and said,

"You may be free someday, but you can't live outside without Galleons--"

"That is to say--"

Joy gradually blossomed in Jasna's eyes.

Although she was willing to atone for her crimes, who wouldn't want to do that if she could be freed?
"We'll meet again one day!"

Jasna looked at old Enma with surprise in her eyes.

And old Enma also nodded heavily.

"Thank you, Mr. Blaine!"

Jasna sincerely thanked Amosta.

"But I am still willing to donate all the gold. I am not qualified to use it."

"As you wish, Miss Rosier--"

Amosta rose slowly,

"Well, it's about time, Miss Rosier, I think, for we're on our way."

Amosta put down the bowl of soup, his expression calm.

Jasna and Enma also stood up and looked at each other on the dark ice field.

"Thank you, Enma, I will come back to see you."

Coming forward, Jasna hugged the old man's skinny body and said gently,

"Take care of yourself. I don't want to see your tombstone when I come back."

"Um--"

The old man's skinny body froze at the tenderness he had never experienced before. His weather-frost-covered face showed a look of helplessness. After a long while, he came to his senses and responded.

Jasna let go of Enma, smiled at him, and limped towards Amosta.

She walked around Amosta, raised her fingertips, and carefully cut off the leather mattress hanging on the frame.

This was something that old Enma had spent many days and nights sewing to send her off, and she wanted to take it with her.

Finally, after taking a deep look at the old man who seemed lost beside the stove, Jasna pursed her lips and tried to hold back the sadness of parting.

"After sending me to prison, Mr. Blaine, don't forget to send old Enma home. He can't go back alone."

Amosta responded softly, and then--
boom!
It was as if the sky was collapsing, lightning flashed in Amosta's eyes, and heavy pressure came upon him!

Under the powerful aura revealed by Amosta, Jasna, who was approaching, had no power to resist at all. Her eyes rolled back, her body went limp, and she fainted.

"The purpose of my trip was to provide all possible help to an old man who had been imprisoned for half his life and might not be used to life outside. I didn't expect to see these -"

Amosta looked at the skinny old man with a calm tone.

The eyes that were facing the collapsed Jasna slowly raised up, and the dullness in them dissipated silently, replaced by a sharp silver light.

Rumble!
The earth suddenly shook, and under the gloomy and depressing sky, above the gray ice lake, two balls of light as hot and bright as the sun suddenly appeared!

The moment the two solid balls of light touched, a strong wind suddenly arose, and dazzling thunders descended from the rolling dark clouds, as if the Thunder God himself was holding a whip and wantonly lashing the earth! (End of this chapter)