Homecoming from Hogwarts

“They are the ones who beg you.”

Amosta squinted his eyes, staring at Amelia's brown pupils that were almost identical to his own, reflecting the light of the fireplace, trying to see the lie in them, but after a moment, his attempt failed.

After a long silence, Amosta shook his head slightly and spoke in a lower voice.

"They may not understand the danger of this matter, Amelia. You know your parents have already lost a daughter. Do you want them to lose another daughter at this age?"

"I've already said that they know all the details."

Amelia clenched her fists on her knees.

"They know that the British wizarding world may be facing a war, but because of this, we have unanimously decided that I will return to the British wizarding world to help you because you are the one facing the greatest danger."

It must be said that Amosta did feel the warmth of his relatives, but because of this, he was unwilling to let Amelia put herself in the whirlpool.

"No one can bring danger to me, Amelia."

Amosta said in a cold tone,

"Even if I am really in danger, if I can't protect myself, with all due respect, Amelia, what can you do?"

"I can help you fight the Death Eaters, just like Remus and Sirius did, and join the Order of the Phoenix!"

Amelia said contentiously as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh, sorry--"

Amosta had a headache.
"I didn't start the Order of the Phoenix, so my words don't count."

"I know."

Amelia seemed to have expected him to say that. As soon as Amosta finished speaking, she said quickly,
"So I plan to write to Mr. Dumbledore and ask him to allow me to join the Order of the Phoenix. This is my own decision and you have no right to interfere, Amosta."

"Dumbledore won't agree either. He knows that if he lets you join the Order of the Phoenix without my permission, he will most likely lose his office in Hogwarts because I will burn it down!"

Amosta's eyebrows stood up, and his voice was cold and a little bit angry, which was a rare emotion for him.

To be honest, Amosta did not regret meeting the Det couple in New York, and he didn't even care about his identity being exposed. However, when he noticed Amelia's magic at the airport, he did feel a little regretful.

He really didn't expect that Amelia would secretly quit her job at the Magical Congress of the United States and go to Britain to join a war that had nothing to do with her.
The future was uncertain, and even he himself could not guarantee that he could make it to the end safely when many unknown dangers were still exposed, not to mention Amelia, who had just graduated from school two years ago.

If anything happens to Amelia during the war, he must take all the responsibility.

The atmosphere was completely deadlocked. Amelia and Amosta stared at each other, and each saw determination in the other's eyes.

Cough cough--
A sudden cough broke the silence, and the wooden door on the stairs was pushed open, revealing the somewhat timid faces of Sirius and Remus. When Amosstar's slightly 'stern' gaze shone through them, the embarrassment on their faces became even stronger.

“I miss you guys.”

Looking at the two people with stiff faces, Sirius smacked his lips in surprise.

"Are you guys arguing?"

Amosta's mouth twitched but he said nothing, while Amelia also pursed her lips and remained silent angrily.

Seeing this, Sirius scratched his eyebrows awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Remus was not naive enough to think that Amosta had not noticed that he and Sirius were eavesdropping. He walked slowly into the restaurant first, pulled out a stool and sat down. He carefully looked at the expressions of the two people in the confrontation, and suddenly smiled.

"I have to say, blood ties are a wonderful thing, aren't they?"

After these words came out, Amelia and Amosta's reactions were completely opposite. Amelia's expression immediately eased a lot, while Amosta's eyebrows and eyes became even colder.

"To be fair, Amosta--"

Sirius followed him down, he pulled a stool and sat down, looking at Amosta and said,
"Amelia is an excellent adult wizard. She has the right to decide what to do and is also capable of taking responsibility for the decisions she makes, right?"

Amosta would understand these simple truths. In fact, he had no right to interfere with Amelia's independent decision. It's just that, perhaps as Remus said, blood relationship is a wonderful thing. Even though he has always been very indifferent to it, when he is really involved, he can't let go completely.

Sirius and Remus appeared in the kitchen at this time, obviously to resolve the conflict between the two of them.

Remus, who was more familiar with Amelia, looked at her with a friendly expression and said,
"As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Amelia, I am very grateful for your recognition of the Order of the Phoenix and us members. I believe Albus will also be very happy to see a foreign wizard take the initiative to join the resistance movement against Voldemort. But I believe that even without Amosta's interference, I am afraid Albus would not agree to let you join the Order of the Phoenix so easily."

Amelia was stunned for a moment, then turned her gaze to look at Remus in confusion.

"You know, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a top-secret organization created by Albus specifically to resist Voldemort's power. This is an extremely dangerous undertaking.

Not only do we face external pressure, but we also need to prevent someone from betraying their faith due to the fear of death and the temptation of profit. Once such a person appears, it will bring fatal danger to all members of the Order of the Phoenix. Therefore, Albus cannot easily accept a wizard he does not know. "

Amelia frowned as she listened to Remus' story. Emotionally, she felt a little lost, but when she thought rationally, what Remus said did make sense.

Thinking from the perspective of the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, it is impossible for Mr. Dumbledore to turn a blind eye and accept a wizard he basically didn't know into the Order just because she and Amos Star were relatives.

"The struggle won't end in a day, Amelia--"

Remus said gently,
"I don't think you need to rush to join the Order of the Phoenix. You also need some time to understand the situation here and finally decide whether to stand with us. Before that--"

Remus glanced at Amosta and saw that he looked calm and relieved after listening to him. He continued,
"You can first enter our learning machine workshop and get a job to support your life."

With the efforts of Remus and Sirius, Amosta and Amelia finally reached a "preliminary consensus."

After the dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere, Sirius enthusiastically proposed to take Amelia to visit the old house. With Amosita's tacit consent, Amelia became much more excited and gladly accepted the invitation.

"I need a place to stay, but I don't know much about London—"

After listening to Sirius's story about how the ownership of the old house fell into Amosstar's hands, Amelia couldn't help but giggle. But after the laughter subsided, Amelia suddenly remembered this incident. She turned her head, pursed her lips, and looked at Amosstar with an embarrassed expression.

Amosta's face tensed for a moment, then he sighed and said,
"Just live in this house. The Black mansion is well-defended with magic. There aren't many safer places in the entire British wizarding world. This is the most suitable place."

Amelia's eyes suddenly lit up. She knew that this meant that Amosta would no longer prevent her from staying in London.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

All along, the Amosta they knew was a man of his words, and it was rare to see him change his decision, which showed that Amelia occupied an important position in his heart.

This is a good thing. Although they have never talked about it with Amosita, as Amosita's friends, Sirius and Remus can vaguely feel that there is a piece of ice deep in Amosita's heart. This may be caused by his tragic birth, but the appearance of Amelia seems to have signs of melting this piece of ice.

The night falls on the quiet square on the outskirts of London, and the lonely sound of the wind wandering in the wilderness and the city border adds a bit of ethereality.

"rest early--"

Bathed in the flawless, bright moonlight, Amosta, who seemed to be glowing with brilliance, looked at Amelia gently.

"Let's go to Diagon Alley together tomorrow--"

(End of this chapter)