Homecoming from Hogwarts

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

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

The principal's office, which had been riddled with holes during the war, had been restored to its original appearance. The white high dome was painted with exquisite murals, and the candles on the huge chandelier hanging down were burning quietly, dispelling the haze cast into the room.

It seems like nothing has changed.

The bookshelves covering the walls on both sides were still filled with a wide variety of magic books. On the shelf behind the desk with thin legs, the Sorting Hat and the portraits of the headmasters were watching silently. This office once again welcomed a new owner.

In fact, there are also some new changes.

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

Phoenixes are loyal magical creatures that will not pledge allegiance to a second master.

In the office, the alchemical instruments that were originally placed everywhere and made strange noises all the time have been moved away, making the principal's office look a little more spacious.

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

The portraits all stood up, took off their wizard hats, and paid tribute to Amosta, with only one exception -
At the end of the row of portraits, the newborn portrait of Dumbledore was sleeping peacefully in his own frame.

Staring at the old man with silver hair and beard, Minerva blew her nose heavily, making a sad sound.

"He left with few regrets, Minerva—"

Amosta turned around and patted Minerva's shoulder gently.

"I know, Amosta--"

Minerva wiped her red eyes and nodded.
"This is the best thing that could happen to Albus."

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

Minerva pulled open a private display case, revealing a secret staircase leading to the top of the tower.

The sleeping place of the Hogwarts headmaster is obviously not more luxurious than his office, but it is still larger than Amos Tower's office on the third floor.

A wool carpet covers every corner of the room's floor, with no trace of splicing visible.

Opposite the cold black stone fireplace is a four-poster bed with gilded paint and white silk curtains.

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

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

I think Dumbledore would often sit there, thinking about problems while facing the portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts hanging on the opposite wall.

The remaining wall of the room is lined with bookshelves and a wardrobe.

The books here are obviously more "private", and a book called "Advanced Black Magic Theory" is inconspicuous among the same books.

The wardrobes, with their doors and corners intricately carved, had been emptied.

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

After the magic city is built, there will be a memorial hall dedicated to commemorating people who have made outstanding contributions to the magic world.

All of Dumbledore's personal belongings will be displayed there for people to commemorate and study Albus Dumbledore's life.

The private bathroom, with its twenty gilded gargoyles and large swimming pool, was also immaculately cleaned by the house-elves and was ready for its new owner.

Exiting the bathroom, Amosta and Minerva gazed at Dumbledore's former bedroom.

It was cleaned very cleanly, and there seemed to be few traces of the previous owner. It also seemed as if the old man who had devoted his entire life to the peace of the magical world had never left.

"If you need anything else, Amosta—"

Minerva sniffed again, her voice full of sadness.

"I'll ask the elf to prepare it for you."

"The only suggestion I can make is--"

Amosta smiled and said,
"This place doesn't quite suit my style. If possible, I hope it can continue to be my style."

"Don't even think about it." Minerva suddenly broke away from her sorrow and glared at Amosta with unfriendly eyes.

"For centuries, the headmasters of Hogwarts have worked and rested here. I will never allow you to destroy this ancient tradition as the first thing you do after becoming the headmaster!"

"Then I have nothing to say."

Amosta chuckled.

"There is one thing Amosta——"

The two of them returned to the office downstairs. Minerva knew that Amosta would have a lot of things to deal with later, so she didn't stay long.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, stopped under the chandelier, turned around and looked at Amosta who was adapting to his new desk.

Under the gaze of those eyes as deep as the deep sky, Minerva pursed her lips.
"Because of you, Hogwarts is in a delicate position that has never existed in history. Although it is beneficial for us to carry out independent teaching, but -"

"I will have Hogwarts returned to the Ministry's jurisdiction when the time is right, Minerva."

Amosta said with a smile.

Amostha sat behind his desk, his fingers interlaced under his chin, with a gentle smile on his face and a look of wisdom that seemed to see through everything.

This scene made Minerva think for a moment that Dumbledore had returned again!

breathe.
"I'm sure you can handle everything, Amosta."

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

Silence returned to the office.

Except for Dumbledore who was still sleeping, all the headmasters of the past looked curiously at the towering Whomping Willow, Amosta, who was sitting there quietly like a sculpture, with his side face gazing out the window.

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

boom--
The flames in the fireplace broke the silence of the peaceful years, and Amosta looked over. Kingsley's face appeared in the red charcoal fire.

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

Amosta nodded slightly,

"Thank you--"

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

The lady with her hands shackled caused some comments among the principals of past dynasties.

There is ridicule, but also sympathy
Kingsley obviously knew that this was not a conversation he could intervene in. After bowing respectfully, he silently retreated back to the fireplace.

Compared to after the war, Vitia's complexion has recovered a little, but her once green hair is still a pale and bloodless color, and her eyes are calmer than before, as if nothing else matters.

After Amosta's eyes swept across the chains on Vitia's hands, the shackles disappeared silently.

"sit--"

The familiar tone seemed as if nothing had happened, and Vitia sat down as she was told.

The teapot and tea leaves from Amosta's office on the third floor flew out into the rippling air.

Weitia quietly looked at the young man who was skillfully making tea across from the desk, looked at his face, looked at his eyes that turned brown——
She carefully explored, but could not find any trace of Amosta's high spirits of reaching the top, or his ambition to seize power after controlling everything.
It's like a traveler who has crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and finally has a moment to breathe, feeling a little satisfied and a little tired.

Vitia pursed her lips. A feeling of heartache almost broke her calm disguise. She wanted to get up and hug Amosta who was only three feet away from her, but -
The desk between the two of them is like a natural chasm, so close yet so impossible to cross.

No one spoke softly, but just stared at each other through the two wisps of rising smoke.

The surging river of time turned into a gurgling stream at this moment, unwilling to disturb the tranquility of this moment.

"Do you need my advice, Amosta?"

The gentle voice of the awakened Dumbledore rang through Amosta.

(End of this chapter)