Homecoming from Hogwarts

By the time Amelia returned to the hotel where Amosta Blaine and his assistant were staying, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Considering that the two of them had gone through a long journey today, she thought that the two of them had already rested. , so she planned to wait until tomorrow morning to inform them that Mr. Blaine's request had been granted.

But when she booked a room in the Muggle hotel where they were staying and passed by the corridor in front of their room with her suitcase, the originally closed door suddenly opened.

Amelia looked over with vigilance and found that neither Mr. Blaine nor Mr. Lupin had rested. Mr. Lupine was holding documents and was sitting in the small dining room of the presidential suite saying something to Mr. Blaine. The husband sat on the main seat, supporting his chin with his fists, and smiled gently at her.

"Are you done?"

Amosta said softly, glancing at the suitcase beside Amelia.

Amelia nodded subconsciously, then she frowned slightly, quickly looked around, made sure no one was around, walked into the room, and asked seriously,

"Do you have any other wands, Mr. Blaine?"

"I don't have to have a wand to cast spells."

Amosta chuckled and looked at Remus,
"So, I guess we all need a late night snack to appease our hungry stomachs, Remus?"

"certainly--"

"Oh, um"

"Thank you so much--"

Amosta came over with a wine glass in hand. He looked at Amelia's suitcase again.
"The Ministry of Security has agreed to my request, right?"

After a moment of confusion, Amelia nodded, "Yes, Brea Mosta, Mr. Graves has agreed to your request. During your stay in New York, I will be responsible for you. Well, for you." You are responsible for your safety as you have temporarily lost your wand."

"Anything is fine, Mr. Blaine——"

Across the dining table, Amosta raised his glass to Amelia and said with a smile,
"I believe my safety will be fully guaranteed. Well, you see, Amelia, for reasons we all know, I'm afraid we need to get along for a while. In that case, maybe we should introduce ourselves to each other?"

Perhaps, this can only be explained by the great magician's big heart - Amelia thought.

When Amelia said this, she did not mention at all that she helped Amosta fight the injustice, but was rejected.

Amosta Blaine does not need to introduce himself. The Chocolate Frog card has already listed in detail the remarkable achievements of Blaine who has emerged in recent years. Amelia knows that it is time to It was herself who took the initiative to introduce.

"So to say--"

Amelia accepted what was in her mind and said a little cautiously. After all, Amosta Brain is undoubtedly a legend in the contemporary world of magic.

Amosta smiled and nodded.
"You graduated from Ilvermorny?"

"What would you like to drink?" Amosta strolled to the wine rack and asked politely.

"Just call me Amosta. Then, have some sweet sherry bar. It will help you sleep."

Amosta smiled, and Amelia saw that he just hooked his fingers, and the cork that sealed the mouth of the bottle slid out smoothly.

Remus hurriedly packed up the information, nodded friendly to Amelia, and then walked out of the room quickly.

"Yes, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Thunderbird Academy."

Looking at the young man standing in the soft light and shadow, Amelia pursed her lips, feeling strange in her heart. Because nominally, she was now the person arranged by Congress to monitor Amosta Brain, but the man in front of her was surprisingly good-tempered and showed no hostility or resistance to herself or Congress at all.

Wandless casting and silent casting. Although it is only an insignificant little magic, the smooth and understated gesture shows Amosta Brain's extraordinary magical attainments.

In just a short while, Amosta had already cast two spells in front of her. Amelia didn't know if this was considered a violation of the rules. Although she didn't agree with Mr. Graves's point of view, since this matter had already It's settled, Amelia will still take her mission seriously, if the security department takes away the wand to make Mr. Blaine lose his ability to cast spells.

"Well, my name is Amelia Decker. I work in the Immigration Management Office under the International Magical Cooperation Department of the Magical Congress of the United States. I mean, before. Now Mr. Graves has assigned me to intern in the Security Department."

"How's it going there?"

"very good,"

At the mention of school, Amelia's brown eyes suddenly shone, and the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously. She almost succumbed to instinct and said, "Ilvermorny is the best magic school in the world, and Thunderbird Academy is the best magic school in the world." The best in Nigeria!”

But after she said this, she suddenly realized that Amosta Blaine in front of her was working in another world-famous magic school, and what she said might be a provocation in Blaine's ears.

But Amosta didn't pay attention to such 'arrogant' remarks. He nodded with a smile, and then looked at Amelia carefully with an appraising gaze.

"I think, if I didn't guess, you should be Muggle-born like me, right?"

"Yes,"

Amelia nodded, and admiration reappeared in her eyes as she looked at Amosta.

The distinction between pure blood, mixed blood and pure Muggle blood exists in all magical civilizations around the world. Generally speaking, Muggle blood always suffers the most, because even when they are in school, they can dominate others with their hard work and determination. , but after entering the society, because they do not have the protection and connections of their parents, they will always be a step behind in all walks of life, and those in her situation are already considered to be the best type among Muggles.

Therefore, from a result-oriented perspective, there will always be remarks that Muggle-born wizards are inferior to purebloods and mixed-bloods, but the emergence of Amosta Brain has given all Muggle-born wizards an excellent way to refute the above-mentioned ridiculous remarks. example.

"I take it you didn't grow up in New York, did you?"

Amosta looked at Amelia;

"Perhaps it's my imagination, I thought your accent had a bit of a Cockney accent?"

"Oh, I actually did grow up in New York."

Amelia explained,
"My English accent comes from my parents, who are actually from London."

"Oh, really."

Amosta picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then said with a slight regret,

"What a pity. We had a chance to become classmates."

“Hopefully I didn’t miss out on the great talking points.”

For some reason, Remus Lupine took a long time to come back. He came back with a waiter pushing a dining cart. As soon as he walked in, he raised his eyebrows at Amosta and said with a smile.

"I thought you were lost, Remus." Amosta said calmly, ignoring Remus' teasing.

With the help of alcohol and good food, the atmosphere of chatting became good and Amelia no longer felt so nervous.

She discovered that both Mr. Brain and the older Mr. Lupin were very easy to deal with wizards. Especially Mr. Brain, who is funny, humorous, and has no airs. He looks like an ordinary wizard. It is completely unimaginable that he is a great magician who has done such amazing things.

Moreover, Mr. Blaine's attitude towards unfair treatment is also admirable. When living in a different situation, if she had experienced the other person's experience, she asked herself that she would not be able to be so indifferent.

At the same time, Mr. Brain also frankly stated the purpose of their coming to New York, in order to obtain a sales license for a magical alchemy tool. It was really a very interesting instrument, recalling that she had just entered Ilvermorny. In those days, she worked unimaginable hardships in order not to fall behind. If the school had such a 'learning machine' at that time, it would undoubtedly be much easier.

Of course, the key to this instrument is not to help professors be lazy. The greater significance is to popularize magic education and train elites. Its value is immeasurable.

"I would like to write a letter to Professor Leyden for you, Amosta,"

After Amelia, who was slightly drunk, saw Amosta show her and experienced the prototype personally, she said angrily,

"He is the dean of Thunderbird Academy, a very wise wizard. I believe he may see the value of popularizing this instrument, if it does not pass the joint review in a week."

"Thank you for speaking up, Amelia."

Amosta said with a smile,
“I believe I can overcome any obstacles and let people enjoy the convenience of it.”

(End of this chapter)