Hogwarts Homecoming

The Spree River, which originates from the northern foot of the Lausitz Mountains in southeastern Germany, passes through wide swamps and plains before finally joining the Havel River in Berlin.

In February, the Havel River was in flood stage. On the wide river channel, the rushing river water surrounded each other to form pieces of white fish-scale water splash. Both sides of the river channel were covered with lush spruce trees. These trees are always present all year round. The green plants add a bit of comfort to Berlin in the early morning, but they cannot sweep away the depression brought by the thick gray haze that permeates the city.

Louise's eyes followed an old couple walking by the river until their backs disappeared into the mist, and then they looked at the rushing river with some loss.

The rich moisture on the riverside condensed crystal dewdrops on Louise's slender eyelashes. As the eyelashes trembled, the dewdrops rolled down. The cold touch made her feel uncomfortable. She wiped it quickly, but she also lost it. She was interested in staying here and admiring the scenery of this city she had never been to before.

Walking into the woods by the river, after walking a few steps, a small wooden house loomed behind the tall forest leaves.

This place is located in the suburbs of Berlin, and the house they live in is specially built to be rented out to foreign tourists. There are many similar hotels nearby. For the sake of tranquility, the distance between each house is very far.

Walking to the door, Louise hesitated and did not open the door immediately.

Today is the third day in this city, through something called a portkey.

This wonderful way of traveling across thousands of miles in an instant is simply beyond Louise's imagination. If Muggles can also use this way to travel, the entire world will undergo huge changes.

Of course, this method is not without its shortcomings. When traveling with portkeys, it feels like being flushed into a high-speed rotating toilet. I don’t know how those wizards can endure this terrible feeling. At least she didn't just throw up all over the floor after her first portkey trip, but she also lay on the couch for two hours before she recovered.

The wizard undoubtedly has enviable means. In the past two days, Louise almost bit her tongue out of surprise so many times.

She saw Kingsley waving his stick, which wizards called magic wands, to make the fireplace burst into flames; she saw Kingsley making the kitchen knife cut potatoes into crooked pieces without even getting close to the kitchen; The clothes rub themselves in the laundry tub and become tattered.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at household magic--"

After using magic to twist one of Louise's coats, Kingsley was silent for a while and said slightly apologetically.

In short, wizards have all kinds of incredible methods, but in a way, they are also very backward.

When she saw Kingsley using a quill to write letters on parchment, Louise was stunned for a long time. The quill had been eliminated in their society for at least a century. , and she couldn't believe that wizards actually used owls to send messages.

"Why not use the phone?"

After seeing this, Louise plucked up the courage to ask. She pointed at the sofa that turned black and said to Kingsley,

"If you have something urgent and want to contact someone, it's much more convenient to use the phone than to write a letter."

"Telephones are indeed convenient, but most wizards are not used to using them, Louise--"

Kingsley said in a low voice,

"Muggle technology is difficult to become popular among wizards. Of course, we also have an easier way to contact others - the Floo Network-"

Kingsley spit out a new term that Louise didn't understand, pointed to the fireplace with a strong flame and said,

"But now we can't use it. The domestic Floo network is closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and we are entering the country illegally. Using the Floo network will most likely expose us--"

Louise nodded in understanding, restraining her desire to learn more about the Floo Network.

Although Amosta and Kingsley are two, Amosta is the wizard with a higher status, but at least in terms of personal style, Amosta seems to be friendlier to her and gives people a more sense of security. Kingsley, on the other hand, is taciturn and intimidating at first glance. Most of the time here, he is busy with his own things in the house, which also makes Louise want to know more about magic and Amosta. The plan failed.

sough--

A strong wind from the river caused the spruce trees around the wooden house to sway their branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Louise had just time to cover her hair when she heard a gentle voice suddenly coming from behind.

"Why don't you go in?"

Louise took a breath of cold air and turned back suddenly. When she saw Amosta Blaine walking towards the house along the cobblestones, her expression suddenly brightened, but then she restrained her emotions and pursed her lips. lips,

"Oh - well, I was just planning to go in -"

Click——

Kingsley inside the house seemed to feel something. Before Louise could turn the doorknob, he quickly came to the door and opened it first, pulling the unprepared Louise staggering.

"You're back, Mr. Blaine!"

After supporting Louise, the tall Kingsley didn't pay attention to the dissatisfied look Louise cast at him. He looked over Louise's head and looked at Amosta with joy.

"Go in and talk, Kingsley--"

Amosta nodded slightly.

The living room of the wooden house is not spacious, especially after placing a few single sofas with soft pin cushions and a low dark wooden table, there is even less space left, and hanging from the ceiling looks like The tire-shaped brass chandelier further makes the narrow space look cramped.

Amosta stepped on the thick woolen carpet, looked at the complete elk hide hanging on the wall above the stone fireplace, and smacked his mouth.

Looking back, Louise was standing on a sofa wringing her hands and looking at him intently.

"Everyone, please take a seat——"

He took the teacup handed over by Kingsley and smelled it. A faint smell of herbs hit his face. Amosta twisted his nose in dissatisfaction. After taking a sip of the unique tea, Amosta He sat down and naturally laid his hands on Kingsley and Louise.

Some people really do have natural leadership qualities, Louise thought as she sat down.

It was obvious that she and Kingsley had moved in first, but when Amosta showed up, he naturally assumed the role of the owner of the house, but she didn't feel any sense of disobedience.

There was no greeting. Kingsley and Louise both looked at Amosta's face, and Amosta was very aware of the urgency in their hearts. After taking another sip of tea, he breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his brows,

"A new suspect has entered our sights——"

Amosta said,

"Jasna——"

Louise's eyes were filled with confusion, while Kingsley's eyebrows moved imperceptibly.

"Jasna Rozier. Is this the name on the smuggling list?"

Angus Aeschylus and Jasna Rozier did not leave England together at the same time. This was probably to avoid exposure. Kingsley did not question the method through which Amosta locked this. Name, but directly chose to believe.

"Rozier"

Kingsley chewed the last name in his mouth, his face began to turn ugly, and he said softly, "Could it be that there is something behind this..."

"It has nothing to do with Voldemort--"

Amosta said calmly and confidently,

"Actually, Jasna, the witch, probably does not use her real surname in the UK. Her real name should be Jasna Vogel--"

"Jasna Vogel?"

Kingsley's brows tightened. He felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Kingsley——"

Amosta suddenly called Kingsley's name. After receiving a response, he asked, "You should have been writing to Dumbledore these days to tell him about the progress of our investigation, right?"

Kingsley was slightly shocked. Brain had known about this before, and he didn't understand why he was bringing it up again. However, after a brief hesitation, he nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I was writing to Albus-"

"Um--"

Amosta nodded. After a period of silence, his expression was calm, but he looked at Kingsley with eyes that could not be refused.

"From now on, until the matter is completely over, we will temporarily stop reporting to Dumbledore on all investigation progress. Do you understand, Kingsley?"