The heavy snow that has lasted for several days has buried all the uncleanness on the streets of this ancient city of London. However, the cloudy and unclear sky seems to indicate that a more intense snowstorm is brewing. The old On the streets, many Muggle cleaners tried their best to deal with the snow on the roads and worked hard to clear a passable road.
Wearing a dark green old coat, Amostabrain stood in the bare yard, staring deeply at the unfinished building in front of him. There seemed to be an extraordinary secret in his lavender eyes. magic.
It is different from the surrounding buildings that have accumulated historical vicissitudes and ancient charm. It is a boxy six-story building with no style, like a student dormitory, with more than a dozen rooms on each floor. It can be expected that when it is completed, it will be able to accommodate many people.
"Amosta"
The call from the street outside the iron gate suddenly brought Amosta back to his senses. He turned around and saw the man with a hurried expression. Behind the middle-aged woman, the smile on her young face is gentle and friendly.
"Good morning, Mrs. Reagan."
"Oh, you should have said hello in advance, Amosta."
After a hasty hug , Mrs. Reagan said in a reproachful tone.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Actually, I didn't plan to be in such a hurry, but something happened that may cause me to be away from home for the next few months, so I came back temporarily to check the progress."
Amosta curled his lips and spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.
"Yes, yes, you are always in such a hurry."
Mrs. Reagan looked proudly at the handsome Amosta, who had walked out of the orphanage in recent years. The most promising child, with a face full of relief,
"You don't have to worry, Amosta, Mr. Parker from the construction team said that they will continue working as soon as the Christmas holiday is over, as long as two In a few months, the children will be able to move into their new home."
"Yes, I think this is what they are looking forward to."
Amosta smiled, and he immediately said. He opened the suitcase he carried with him, took out two wads of pounds from it, and put it into Mrs. Reagan's hand.
Gringotts does have the business of exchanging Muggle currency, but there are strict restrictions on both the exchange rate and the amount of exchange, so Amosta prefers to turn the gold coins in his hand into gold bricks. Then find a less formal gold shop in London and exchange it for pounds. This will also cause some unnecessary losses, but compared to doing business with greedy goblins, the losses incurred are acceptable.
"This is the final payment for the project. Please forward it to Mr. Parker for me."
Mrs. Reagan pursed her lips. She had already said too many words of thanks, and there was no need to say more. To be polite, she carefully hid the money in her oil-soaked apron, with gratitude and expectation in her tone
"Want to see the children, Amosta, they really hope to see them. You, especially Little Hammer, he has been shouting and complaining about you for several daysThe promise to spend Christmas with them was not fulfilled. "
"Say sorry to him for me, Mrs. Reagan. I will bring him a gift during the summer vacation. ”
“Okay. ”
There was obvious disappointment in Mrs. Reagan’s tone, but she did not persuade her. She knew that if Amosta had time, he would not refuse to see the children. It seemed that he There was indeed something urgent to solve.
The greetings did not take much time. Mrs. Reagan had to rush back to take care of the children who were waiting for food, and Amosta only stayed after Mrs. Reagan left. After a short while, he walked out of the depressed courtyard.
He walked eastward along the newly cleaned street with steady steps. The old buildings on both sides of the road revealed countless memories of his childhood. It didn't slow him down
Only when he was passing by a ten-foot-wide river, he stood on the dilapidated arch bridge and stared at the frozen river, lost his mind, and then walked towards a sparsely planted area. A wasteland of birch trees.
In the middle of the wasteland is a cemetery surrounded by rickety fences.
"Swept away by the whirlwind. ”
Amosta did not take out his hand from his pocket, but moved his lips. Several small tornadoes rose up out of thin air in the desolate cemetery, brushing away the rows of tombstones and The snow on the black and gray pebble island disappeared silently
“Sorry, Grandma Felena, I forgot to bring flowers. ”
Amosta walked to a white tombstone, bent down and brushed away the ice water on the marble obelisk with the epitaph inscribed on it, then stood up straight and looked at the tombstone quietly. The old man with a kind smile in the black and white photo murmured something in a low voice.
Buried under the tombstone is the old man who took good care of him in the orphanage when he was a child, and who has been in this world since he was a baby. The only relative he recognized since his birth
As if he felt his sadness, the owl that came facing the biting cold wind did not rush to complete the task, but stopped at the nearest birch tree. above, tilting his head and looking down at Amosta, combing his wind-ruffled wing feathers with his sharp beak from time to time.
"In the next few months, I will go back to teach there. The school where people perform magic tricks is now in some trouble. Some people hope that I can take advantage of the chaos to find something. To be honest, this is not in line with my personal wishes
Albus Dumbledore , that old man with a white beard who always likes to pretend to run into me in the library in the middle of the night, reminding me that staying up late is harmful to my health. He won’t like what I’m doing now, and I’m not too happy to sneak around under his nose. But there’s nothing I can do about it, they The gift was really too much, and it was worth my hard work for more than half a year.
Moreover, after the new dormitory is built, I hope to help the children solve their education problems."
The biting cold wind took away Amosta's melancholy sigh , but couldn't wipe away the annoyance on that handsome face,
"Unfortunately, if I can recall the plotIf you do, you can probably get the job done as quickly as possible and walk away with the money. ”
A single sentence revealed the deepest secret hidden in the heart of the young man standing in the desolate cemetery.
Yes, Amosta Blaine is not a native of the country. Man, his soul, comes from a blue planet without any supernatural power.
The stories of Harry Potter were his favorite books as a boy in his previous life, but it was not until he received Hogwart in this life. More than twenty years have passed since Ci's admission letter, and all his memories have been blurred. Even ten years ago, when he received the letter from the owl in the cold room of the orphanage, he thought it was the latest trend.
It wasn’t until a gutter-nosed man with greasy hair came to him and turned his bed into a toilet with a stick that he suddenly realized that what he had started in this life was not the same. It's not an urban superpower script.
After that, he tried his best to recall the Harry Potter script, but all he could get were some specious words, such as Horcruxes, Hallows, Love and Scars, Voldemort and Resurrection. And so on, the information obtained is far inferior to the information he has personally investigated since entering the wizarding world.
Of course, Amosta, who has become proficient in magic skills, has also tried to use unconventional magic.
But those pieces of information were so stubbornly forgotten, no matter how hard Amosta tried, they were all hidden in a flowing gray fog, as if someone had used them in an unimaginable way. The magic protected him, and in the end, after trying many methods and almost causing a problem, he had no choice but to give up.
"The boy named Potter is in his second year this year and has several years to go before graduation, so he has no choice but to give up. , I think there is no need to face the most dangerous situation,
After all, Dumbledore is there, no, the danger comes from Dumbledore"
Huh
Looking at the white air blown away by the wind, Amosta’s face condensed into a bitter smile,
“No matter which world we live in, survival is an extremely difficult thing, right, Fei "Grandma Lena"
Fine snowflakes were falling in the sky again, and the owl on the treetops began to hoot with increasing frequency. Amosta stretched out his hand in the air, and under the talons of the eagle, The small note cut through the gray snow curtain against the dark sky with a hiss, and stayed firmly in Amosta's palm.
Dear Mr. Blaine
I have completed negotiations with the Hogwarts School Board. Currently, the School Board has approved our plan. You need to arrive at Hogwarts before eight o'clock tonight and state to Dumbledore face to face how you intend to investigate the attack. The murderer of the attack.
In addition, Lucius Malfoy firmly vetoed the proposal to send an inquisitor. He believed that Albus Dumbledore should be dismissed directly, and the Greengrass family was the only one who supported it.
p>Yours faithfully, Kakusfli
The scrawled handwriting clearly shows the urgent mood of the writer. The gray owl who completed the task but failed to receive the reward let out a cry of dissatisfaction.Then it fluttered its wings and quickly disappeared into the chaotic snowflakes.
Amosta closed his palm, and Kakus's note turned into seeds and a bouquet of pure white carnations grew in his palm.
"Do you like this trick, Grandma Felena?"
The old man on the monument smiled happily.
Amosta also laughed. He turned around and walked into the wind and snow. After the explosion, there was no one in the desolate cemetery. Only a low oath wandered through the sparse forest.
"The train of destiny, are you ready to travel in an unknown direction?"
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