Hogwarts Homecoming

At some point, the sky outside the house became gloomier, and the river adjacent to the villa began to rain more vigorously, causing fine ripples on the surface of the river. However, the chill in the air dissipated a lot, and the wind lingering over the city , mixed with a little warmth.

"--Fraser is my brother, he is two years older than me--"

Louise huddled on the sofa, wrapped her arms around her calves again, and said sadly,

"He is very kind, very enthusiastic towards people, likes to make friends, and has had excellent grades since childhood. In short, he is the pride of his parents. When he was at home, our relationship was also very close. I will never forget him when he was in high school. He likes a girl in the next class, and he even tried his best to ask me to help him come up with ideas to pursue her--"

Louise is in grief, and recalling the past is a cruel thing for her. Her narration is intermittently, and she occasionally stops to cry silently.

But through her telling, a model of Fraser's image and character was formed in Amosta's head.

Hermione's attack was more complicated than he and Dumbledore had imagined. They thought that the Muggle named Fraser was just unlucky to be chosen, but now it seems that everything is not that simple. Behind him is not just one or two instigators, but an organization.

"My mother and I both wanted Fraser to stay in the UK to go to university, but he insisted on going to Italy because the girl he liked liked the artistic atmosphere in that country. They broke up after only two months of dating because Lorlia fell in love with a rich and handsome boy——"

Louise bit her teeth, transferring part of her hatred to Loria. If it weren't for her, Fraser wouldn't have chosen to go to that country.

Italy--

Amosta's eyes moved,

"What school did he go to?"

"Bologna--"

Louise said,

"That university has a long history and is known as the alma mater of all universities in Europe. It has produced many celebrities and is a leader in the fields of theology and art. But Fraser first wanted to be an engineer designing cars."

Amosta nodded slightly, indicating that he had heard of that university.

"What happened next?" Amosta asked with appropriate curiosity in his tone, "What unusual thing happened?"

"Everything was normal at first. In the first two months, Fraser wrote a lot of letters to me and my parents, telling us how helpful the school was. He also sent me several sculptures he made by himself. --"

There were a few crystal tears hanging on Louise's eyelashes, her tone was confused, and she looked weak and desolate.

"During the first Christmas vacation, he came back and told us about his life in school, interesting things, and new friends. He also told us at that time that he was absorbed into a small student club. And the purpose of that society’s existence”

Louise showed a ridiculous smile to Amosta, who had a calm face.

"It's to study magic——"

Amosta did not show a mocking expression as Louise expected. He just nodded slightly, and then the light in his eyes became deeper, as if it was impossible to see through the dark night filled with fog.

"--It's not really a big deal,"

Louise went on to say,

"I later learned that this kind of group is not only common in that school, but also in any university. They study magic, religion, and gods. In universities, many people pursue this kind of cool stuff—— "

"Indeed it's not uncommon--"

Amosta, who graduated with honors from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nodded solemnly.

"--Then things became unusual--"

Perhaps because she knew that Amosta was eager to obtain this information, or perhaps because she wanted to find out the murderer of Fraser, Louise seemed much calmer, and she said quickly,

"If I remember correctly, Fraser rarely wrote to me and my parents since the second semester. The letters we sent were always delayed, and the occasional letter was just a matter of time. He is studying magic with others. Studying Jean. Well, I remember there is a word in one of Fraser's letters that seems to be... um, Muggle--Muggle?"

Amosta rested on his raised knees and moved the ten crossed fingers. Kingsley, who had been standing outside the door for a long time, suddenly tightened his lips.

"--probably Muggle."

After all, it happened several years ago, and the memory of many things has become blurry. She shrugged slightly, with a helpless expression.

"I don't quite understand the study of how Muggles can gain magic. This is probably the research topic of that society. To be honest, my parents and I didn't pay much attention at the time. We thought Fraser had got a girlfriend in school, and he He spent all his energy getting along with girls and had no time to talk to us. Therefore, when he came home at Christmas in the second school year and became very haggard, his father even teased him."

Louise paused and looked serious.

"But then Frazier never came home again. He never came home once during the remaining two years of that school. His father was worried that something was wrong with him and once went to the school to visit him.

After my father came back, he told us that Fraser hardly attended classes at school. His grades were very bad and he failed to pass the test in every subject. His roommate told his father that Fraser rarely came back to sleep and spent almost all his energy on studying. On top of his ridiculous research in the club--"

"At that time, did your father see your brother?"

Amosta asked with a frown.

"seen--"

There were memories in Louise's eyes,

"Dad told me that when he found Fraser, he was studying magic in an abandoned basement of his school. There were many glass bottles containing unpleasant-smelling liquids. Fraser, in front of his father, He drank what was boiling in the crucible. Then, he fell to the ground and was taken to the hospital by his father--"

Amosta was speechless, not knowing what to say.

"--In the hospital, Frasier had a big argument with his father. He insisted that magic existed and was unwilling to go home with his father."

"Did your father meet any other members of that society at that time?"

"Dad was planning to settle the score with them -" Louise said angrily, "but Fraser threatened dad that if he dared to do this, he would sever ties with the family!"

To be honest, Amosta felt a little heavy after hearing these things.

Let alone Muggles, in the magical world, how to give Squibs the ability to cast spells is an unsolvable problem. It is nonsense for a Muggle who knows nothing about real magic to expect to solve this problem.

"The school ended up expelling Fraser because of his poor grades—"

Louise turned blue;

"I found out about it a year later. I was traveling to New York with my friends and I left for a while to go to Bologna to find Fraser and I found out about it.

He was so skinny at the time that he still stayed in the basement of the school. It is said that a respected professor in the school fought for his rights in the club. The professor seemed to be studying the same topic as him."

"What's that professor's name?"

Amosta immediately grasped the point.

"Oh" Louise looked slightly surprised, "I didn't ask -"

"It doesn't matter, we can find out about this-" Amosta shook his head slightly, "Please continue-"

Louise took a deep breath,

"I was very angry at the time because Fraser was completely ruining himself. Moreover, he didn't care about his family and didn't care about his parents. For unrealistic fantasies and irresponsibility, I also had a fight with him, and then He kicked him out——"

Louise tried to calm down and continued,

"He seemed to have completely disappeared from our lives, and my parents didn't want to mention him anymore, but I didn't want him to continue to be decadent like this, so after I graduated, I went to Italy again -"

Louise's expression became a little strange, she seemed a little confused and terrified.

"But at that time, he was no longer there. No one knew where he went, and the club he was in had been disbanded. I found out that the members of that club had all graduated and left school. Several of them had graduated. There was an accident when I was at school. I'm worried about him, but I can't find any way to contact him——"

"Is that professor still at school?"

Amosta mentioned the professor again.

"I don't know, I didn't think of him -" Louise shook her head, then looked at Amosta strangely,

"Why do you care so much about that professor, Mr. Blaine?"

"Just call me Amosta--"

Amosta was silent for a few seconds before saying slowly, "Society like this usually has a sponsor. If my guess is correct, this respected professor may be the one who initiated the research. "