Hogwarts Homecoming

After seeing Amosta and Minerva, the two ugly stone beasts at the door did not ask for any password, but instead opened it silently.

Pulling open the trap door, the two walked into the spiral staircase one by one.

The principal's office, which was riddled with holes in the war, has returned to its original appearance. The white and high dome is painted with exquisite murals, and the candles on the huge hanging chandelier are burning quietly, dispelling the haze cast into the room.

It seems that nothing has changed.

The bookshelf that covers the walls on both sides are still filled with dazzling array of magic books. On the shelf behind the thin-footed office desk, the branch hat and the portraits of the principal are watching silently, and the office welcomes a new owner again.

In fact, some new changes have also emerged.

The brazier and golden branches in the middle of the office that were originally placed were gone, of course, including the owners of these objects.

Phoenixes are loyal and magical creatures that will not be loyal to their second master.

In the office, the alchemy instruments that were originally placed everywhere, and all the wonderful sounds were removed, which made the principal's office look a little empty.

Amosta and Minerva walked to their desks one after another, raised their heads and stared at the portraits.

And these portraits also stood up, took off their wizard hats, and paid tribute to Amosta, with one exception-

At the end of a row of portraits, the portrait of the freshman Dumbledore is sleeping peacefully in his own frame.

Staring at the old man with silver-bearded hair, Minerva blew her nose heavily and made a sad voice.

"He has no regrets before he left, Minerva-"

Amosta turned around and gently patted Minerva on the shoulder.

"I know, Amosta--"

Minerva wiped her red eyes and nodded.

"This is the best for Albus."

The two of them walked around the desk and headed to a corner of the office.

Minerva pulled open a private display case, and a hidden staircase leading to the top of the tower was exposed.

The place where Principal Hogwarts sleeps is obviously not as luxurious as the office, but the area here is still larger than the office on the third floor of Amosta.

A wool carpet covered every corner of the room floor, and there was no trace of splicing.

Opposite the cold black stone-masoned fireplace is a four-poster bed of gilded painted white silk curtains.

There is no desk here, but facing the campus site and the other side of the Black Lake, a low-backed soft chair is placed in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.

On the ground in front of the chair, there are two deep footprints on the wool carpet.

I think Dumbledore should have been sitting there often, thinking about problems facing the portraits of the four Hogwarts founders hanging opposite the wall.

The remaining wall of the room was filled with bookshelf and wardrobe.

The books here are obviously more 'private', and a book "Theory of Cutting-edge Black Magic" is inconspicuous among the same list.

The closet with exquisite patterns carved in cabinet doors and corners has been emptied.

The clothes inside, the alchemy tools in the office below, and some other personal belongings belonging to Dumbledore have been transported and sealed by the Ministry of Magic.

After the completion of the Magic City, there will be a memorial hall dedicated to commemorating people who have made great contributions to the magic world.

Those personal belongings belonging to Dumbledore will be displayed there for people to remember and study Albus Dumbledore's life.

The house elf also cleaned the private bathroom with twenty gilded drip nozzles and a large swimming pool without any stain, waiting for the new owner to use.

Exiting the bathroom, Amosta and Minerva looked at Dumbledore's bedroom during his lifetime.

The cleaning was very clean, and it seemed that there was no trace of the previous owner's existence. It seemed that the old man who had devoted himself to the peace of the magic world had never left.

"If you need anything more, Amosta—"

Minerva sniffed again, and her voice was filled with sadness.

"I will tell the elf to prepare for you."

"The only comment I can give is-"

Amosta smiled,

“It doesn’t fit my style here, and if I can, I hope I can continue to use me.”

"Don't even think about it."

Minerva suddenly escaped from her sadness and stared at Amosta with a bad look.

"For centuries, the principal of Hogwarts has been working and resting here. The first thing I will never allow you to become a principal is to destroy this ancient tradition!"

"Then I have nothing to say."

Amosta laughed.

"There is one thing Amosta—"

The two returned to the office below, and Minerva knew that Amosta still had a lot of things to deal with later, so she didn't stay long.

Before leaving, she stopped under the chandelier for a while and turned to look at Amosta who was adapting to her new desk.

Minerva pursed her lips as deep as the sky.

“Because of you, Hogwarts is in a delicate position that has never existed in history, and while it is beneficial to us to teach independently, but—”

"I will get Hogwarts back to the Ministry of Magic at the right time, Minerva."

Amosta said with a smile.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Amosta, sitting behind the desk, had his fingers staggered on his jaw, and his face was gentle, his eyes seemed to have a clear understanding of everything.

This scene made Minerva think that Dumbledore was back!

breathe.

"I believe you can handle everything, Amosta."

Minerva nodded heavily, wiped the corners of her eyes quickly, and turned around and left the principal's office belonging to Amosta.

The office has returned to tranquility.

In addition to Dumbledore, who was still sleeping, all the principals of all generations looked at the towering beating Liude Amosta outside the window with curious eyes and curiously sitting there like a sculpture, looking at the towering skyward of the man.

They were eager to communicate with him, but also knew that Amosta needed quiet now.

Bang--

The flames ignited in the fireplace broke the quiet tranquility of the years, and Amosta looked over. Kingsley's face appeared in the fiery red charcoal fire.

"I'm going to bring her here, Principal Brann--"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"Work--"

The blazing fire suddenly turned into a fierce green fire tornado, and Kingsley limped and pulled Weitiya into the principal's office.

The lady whose hands were locked in shackles triggered some discussions among principals of all generations.

There is ridicule and sympathy

Kingsley obviously knew that this conversation was not something he could intervene. After owing his body with respect, he quietly retreated back to the fireplace.

Compared with the war, Weitiya's complexion has recovered a little, but her once green hair is still in a blue-yellow color, and her skin is pale and bloodless. However, her eyes are quieter than before, as if nothing is important. .

After Amosta's eyes brushed through the chains on Vitiya's hand, the shackles disappeared silently.

"sit--"

The familiar tone seemed to have nothing happened, and Weitiya sat down as she said.

The teapots and tea leaves in Amosta’s third-floor office flew out of the rippling air.

Weitiya quietly looked at the young man skilled in making tea opposite the desk, looked at his face, and his brown eyes—

She searched carefully, but could not find out from Amosta the angst of the pride of reaching the top, or the ambition to dominate power after controlling everything, only.

It seems that the traveler who has a moment of breathing through thousands of mountains and rivers is a little satisfied and exhausted.

Weitiya pursed her lips, a heartache almost defeating her quiet disguise. She wanted to get up and hug Amosta, who was only three feet away from her, but-

The desk between the two is a natural barrier, close to you, but cannot be crossed.

No one said anything lightly, but looked at each other through two ripples of light smoke rising.

The long river of time that surging has turned into a gurgling stream at this moment, and I can't bear to disturb the peace of this moment.

"Do you need some advice, Amosta?"

The gentle voice of Dumbledore, awakened, sounded on Amosta.