Homecoming from Hogwarts

The so-called wedding rehearsal is actually just a group of people laughing and joking.

Because it's unrealistic to expect a girl of Tonks's character to put on an elegant dress and walk gracefully on the carpet.

Every time she tried this, she couldn't help laughing, and then the atmosphere would get out of control and the girls in the room would burst into laughter.

"Tomorrow is our wedding, Tonks—"

Whenever this happened, Remus would look at Tonks with a helpless yet doting look, trying to put everything on the right track.

"Oh, you know I prefer to be a bit unconventional, Remus -"

Tonks would look at Remus provocatively and tell him to shut up.

When a group of young people in their prime get together, there will always be endless topics and fun.

On the contrary, Amostas, who always showed a dominant position in various occasions, mostly just stood aside with a smile on his face, watching everything quietly.

"When I was in Asia, I learned some special knowledge about how to maintain the fetus and the mother in better condition. If you are interested, Tonks, I can teach you -"

After spending a few months in Asia, Furong, who had acquired a certain level of elegance, soon showed her true colors. She sat on a chair, fiddling with her hair. Her charm that had nowhere to go made Bill lose his mind.

"Oh, of course, Fleur, I'd love to hear it!"

Tonks' maternal glow overwhelmed her restless nature when talking about her children, and she looked at Fleur with eager anticipation.

The girls were all very interested in the topic, even Percy and Bill were listening with great interest.

Tonks's father went to prepare a guest room for Amosita. Although he knew that it was unlikely that he would have a chance to sleep tonight, Amosita nodded in thanks and did not stop him.

Mrs. Weasley and Tonks' mother ran to the kitchen together after learning that Amos Tower had not eaten dinner yet.

"Want to chat?"

Remus was also listening carefully to the knowledge about 'confinement' shared by Fleur, but the smile on his face could not completely hide the worries in his heart. From time to time, he looked outside through the window.

So when Amosta made the invitation, Remus agreed immediately.

The moment the door closed, the smile on Remus' face disappeared. He and Amosta walked across the white tent on the carpet and stopped at the swearing-in platform.

"Tonks doesn't really like conventional living--"

Taking a deep breath, Remus turned to look at Amosta with a somewhat guilty smile.
"She likes adventure, so she chose to be an Auror. But she talked to me before that she plans to resign from the Ministry of Magic after the baby is born."

"why?"

Amosta asked, but there was not much surprise in his tone.

"She said that one of us should focus on our careers, and the other should take care of the family. Andromeda and Ted are old, and Tonks needs to take care of the children and them. Being an Auror is no longer suitable for her -"

Amosta said nothing.

Remus was already a mature middle-aged wizard. He knew that for the sake of the family, both husband and wife had to make sacrifices.

He said all this to himself just to ease the guilt in his heart.

"How's Voldemort doing?"

After spending a few minutes calming down, Remus let out a long sigh, his eyes calmed down a lot.
"In order to prevent the safety of Tonks and his parents from being threatened, I have been staying here all this time and have not even been to the workshop. I thought Voldemort would take action before the wedding--"

"Well, it seems to me that that is what Voldemort is planning—"

The wind blew the reeds, and Amosta looked out at the endless wilderness.

"So that's why you came here early?"

Remus was stunned, then he was stern.

"Do I need to move Tonks and the others now, Amosta?"

"Oh, hehe, relax, Remus--"

Amosta patted Remus' shoulder and smiled.

"I don't think either Voldemort or his Death Eaters will come to disturb your wedding. He is just planning some little conspiracy somewhere else -"

After a few seconds of silence, Remus frowned, then relaxed his brows and said hesitantly,
"Then you shouldn't have come here early, Amosta. Although Albus is in Hogwarts, it would be safer if you were here—"

"I came here to tell you, Remus--" Amosta smiled gently.

"There's nothing to worry about. Just have your wedding. Maybe the biggest trouble you'll encounter at your wedding is that some guests may be late—"

Before Remus could ask what this meant, the door behind them opened again, and Bill walked over briskly, his hands in his trouser pockets.

"It's not right for a gentleman to be away from his wife for too long on the eve of his wedding, Remus?"

Remus smiled bitterly. He knew that it must be Tonks who was complaining, so he could only nod apologetically to Amosita and quickly return to the house.

"This all seems like a dream, doesn't it?"

The two big ears on Bill's earlobes jingled in the breeze. He and Amosita looked at each other and smiled, then he put his arm around Amosita's shoulders in a familiar manner.

"I'm afraid you yourself didn't expect you to be where you are today, Amosta?"

Bill said, his tone heavy with emotion and a hint of respect.

Amosta smiled and shook his head.

No explanation, no excuse.

Both Bill and Charlie are excellent wizards, and both have made achievements in their respective fields that ordinary people cannot achieve.

But they can't compare to him.

He himself is an outlier, a mayfly that has luckily escaped from this unbreakable law of the universe.

It's a bug in this Harry Potter world.

"This era needs a wizard like me, so I appeared--"

Amosta said with a smile.

"Oh, that sounds really immodest--"

Bill shook his head and smacked his lips.

"When you were at Hogwarts, you... well, of course, people change—"

"which one do you like more?"

Amosta asked with interest,

"I mean, me at Hogwarts, or me now?"

This question was a little beyond Bill's expectations. He held his chin up and thought for a while before smiling.
"It should be you now. You are more humane. Oh, come to think of it, I still remember when we met last time, I asked you about the identity of the witch who attacked us that year--"

Bill blinked and asked curiously,

"But you didn't tell me—"

"That poor little fellow—"

Amosta shook his head and said in an ambiguous way,
"Forget her, Bill. There's no point in pursuing the matter."

Bill opened his mouth to speak, but seeing the satisfied, comfortable smile on Amosta's face as he looked at the stars, he shook his head with a smile, patted Amosta's shoulder, and did not ask any more questions.

Mrs. Weasley came closer and saw Bill and Amosta leaning on the railing like brothers to enjoy the night view. She was stunned for a moment, then she smiled.

Bill smelled the food and looked back. Then he patted Amosta's shoulder again and turned to walk into the house.

"Ah, thank you, Mrs. Weasley—"

Amosta then stood up and looked at the grilled lamb chops she was holding. His eyes fell on the exquisite, clear emerald brooch on Mrs. Weasley's chest. He said in admiration,
"I seem to have forgotten to compliment you on your brooch, Mrs. Weasley. It is very pretty. I think it must have come from a goblin—"

"Oh, this is from Arthur—"

Mrs. Weasley said with a smile that was a bit reserved and a bit satisfied.

"I told Arthur to return it because his job now is more likely to be criticized, so even if our family's financial situation improves, we'd better continue to be frugal.

And this brooch. Oh, I don't mean to brag, but it is indeed worth a lot of money. Ah, I mean, it is too luxurious-" (End of this chapter)