Homecoming from Hogwarts

When Amosta and Remus' plane landed, a rare thunderstorm was hitting London. Dazzling blue thunder flashed across the gloomy sky. The rumbling sound was like a huge hammer hitting people's hearts, making them feel chilled and frightened.

The waiting platform was crowded with Muggles whose flights were delayed. The dilapidated airport revealed its true colors before the heavy rain. A lot of rainwater accumulated on the marble floor, and the passengers who arrived were all cursing because they slipped on the slippery ground.

The two people lined up to get off the plane, and moved with difficulty in the crowded crowd towards the airport gate.

Although the weather was bad and there were a lot of things to do next, Remus was still in a good mood.

The result of this trip to New York was completely different from what he originally wanted to achieve, but the result was still better than he had imagined. It can be expected that their workshop will usher in rapid development in the next period of time.

"It's a mess, isn't it?"

Remus looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and said with a smile,

"Sirius wrote to me before and said he would pick us up at the airport. I don't think you need to rush back to Hogwarts, Amosta. We can spend one last pleasant night at Grimmauld Place and get enough rest before facing more difficult challenges."

"That's not your style right now, Remus—"

Amosta pulled his foot out of a Muggle shoe and shook out his wet trouser legs.
"I thought you would rush back to the workshop as soon as you landed. However, I don't plan to go back to Hogwarts right away. I plan to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow. I can go tonight. I think I found Sirius."

Among the Muggles standing in a row at the exit to greet the passengers, Sirius was smiling brightly and waving his arms vigorously at them.

After all, Sirius had sneaked to New York, and although the Security Department was willing not to pursue the matter for Amos Star's sake, Sirius himself could not be "absent from work" for too long at the British Ministry of Magic, lest Fudge and his men find an excuse to fire him directly. So, after staying there for a few days, he took Fawkes and flew back to England first.

"It's been a bumpy ride. I almost vomited in the air last time on this horrible Muggle vehicle!"

Sirius yelled loudly, and his strange words attracted the attention of many Muggles around.

"It's much better than the Knight Bus."

Amosta said with a smile as he hugged Sirius after Remus.

There were still many Muggles in the corridor, and they couldn't Apparate, so the three of them walked out of the airport together, chatting about the recent situation.

“I can’t say it’s very good.”

Speaking of this, Sirius looked much more solemn.

"Foolish Fudge and the Ministry of Magic still insist on not believing that Voldemort has been resurrected. The news is strictly controlled. Not only does the Daily Prophet not report a single word about it, but they are also interfering with Dumbledore telling people the truth."

"Interfering Albus?"

Remus glanced around cautiously, and after confirming that there were no wizards nearby, he said in confusion,

“How did they do it?”

"Oh, that's easy--"

Sirius smiled coldly.
"They have privately informed many people and not allowed them to invite him to make speeches in public. In this case, Dumbledore is helpless, right? He can't mobilize a group of underage wizards in Hogwarts to fight Voldemort, right?"

Remus immediately became worried. He turned to look at Amosta, who was not surprised at all.

"So, you have always insisted that if you want to fight Voldemort's plan for world domination, you must complete the purge of the Ministry of Magic, Amosta?"

"In the eyes of most residents of the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic has always been an unshakable authority. Especially when the people themselves lack the courage to face war, it is very difficult for Dumbledore to jump over the Ministry of Magic and convince people that the cloud of war is approaching."

Amosta said,
"For most employees of the Ministry of Magic, they also pursue a stable life. So even if they believe in Dumbledore's words deep in their hearts, Fudge's choice is more in line with their own interests at the moment."

"madness--"

Sirius snorted contemptuously.

"The Ministry of Magic is whitewashing the situation, which has given Voldemort a precious breathing space. He is taking advantage of every opportunity to strengthen his power.

Maybe you don't know, Amosta, Remus, the crime rate in the wizarding world has been rising rapidly in recent times. Many foreign dark wizards may have heard the news or accepted the invitation of the Death Eaters. In short, they are pouring into the UK frantically. In my opinion, if it weren't for you and Dumbledore here, the situation would be much worse! " "Albus, do you have any solution?"

Remus frowned and asked more worriedly.

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​also expanding."

Sirius's expression also became gloomy.

"Frank and Alice have joined the Order of the Phoenix. As far as I know, Arthur's son, Bill, has responded to Dumbledore's call and decided to return home to support the Order of the Phoenix. But as Amos Tower said, there are not many people who have the courage to stand up and fight Voldemort, but there are many dark wizards who want to take advantage of the chaos to do evil."

There was a moment of silence, and the three of them walked quickly out of the airport. When they passed a Muggle vending machine, Remus looked at Amosita, wanting to hear his new opinions, but when his eyes fell on Amosita's face, he was suddenly stunned.

Amostas's face was solemn, with a hint of helplessness between his brows, but there was a gentle light flashing in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Remus blurted out.

Pursing his lips, Amosta sighed.

"We're being followed."

Instantly, Sirius and Remus' expressions became fierce.

They all believed in Amosta's judgment, and the two experienced men did not turn back to look for who was following them, but their whole bodies were tense, and the wands in their sleeves had slipped into their empty palms.

"Do you know who it is, Amosta--"

Sirius' eyes were sinister, and his lips moved.

"Death Eaters? Or Fudge's men?"

Amosta did not answer this question. He looked calm and said softly, "Follow me." He suddenly turned into a fork in the aisle, and Sirius and Remus immediately followed.

Half a minute later, a thin figure in a gray windbreaker and a round hat suddenly emerged from the crowded crowd. The man in gray cautiously approached the fork in the road where Amosta and the other two had slipped into, stuck his head out and took a quick look. When he saw no one, his expression became panicked, and he no longer cared about hiding his whereabouts and rushed in in a hurry.

Da da da--
The rooms on both sides of the long and narrow passage were mostly warehouses and offices for airport staff. A heavy rain disrupted the operation of the airport. The Muggles here were also coming in and out of the rooms, busy solving various problems.

The man in gray walked quickly forward, his eyes sweeping across the faces of the Muggles who were in a hurry, and through the observation windows embedded in the wooden doors, he tried to see if Amosta and the other two had entered a room.

But until they went deep into an uninhabited area where there were no footprints on the ground, the man in gray did not find any trace of the three people.

Standing there, the man in gray lowered his head, his expression revealing a bit of loss and sadness.

At this moment, the door behind the gray-clothed man suddenly opened. He subconsciously turned around and looked back, only to see two nimble figures rushing out of the door. With fierce looks, they grabbed his arms without any explanation and pressed him heavily against the opposite wall.

boom!
"Who do you take orders from, and why do you want to--Hey?!"

Sirius' eyes were stern, but before he could finish his question, the man in gray, who was surprised and hit, subconsciously called out, which made Sirius' expression change.

pat-
The round hat worn by the man in gray fell off, and his soft, shiny chestnut hair slid down his shoulders like a waterfall.

Looking at the beautiful girl pressed against the wall, Sirius and Remus were completely stunned.

"How about it?"

Amosta walked out of the dark room, looking at Amelia half helplessly and half angrily.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

(End of this chapter)