Chapter 1305 This Night Will Be Long (Part 1)

Mrs. Weasley chattered on and on to Amos Towers about the changes in their lives now.

It goes without saying that the increase in income has improved their quality of life.

Most importantly, Arthur is now respected by people.

For a long time, the Weasley family has been a disgrace among pure-blood families because of their attitude towards Muggles and half-blood wizards.

In the ministry, although Arthur has been doing the work he loves, his position is not high after all.

These were Molly's concerns in the past, but now all the problems have been solved.

The Supervisory Department where Arthur works is one of the few departments in the ministry that everyone respects.

The Supervisory Department is a sharp blade that can not only monitor everyone in the department, but also the companies and workshops in which the department has a stake, which are under its deterrence.

This directly led to a lot less gossip from the pure-blood families about the Weasley family.

"Percy and Penelope also work in your workshop. Oh, I was thinking recently that if Fred and George are not interested in joining the Ministry, joining your workshop would be a good choice.

As for Ron, his grades might not be good enough for him to enter the Ministry of Magic."

Amosta interrupted Molly's prospect for the children and said with a smile,

"I have to say, Mrs. Weasley, the Learning Machine Workshop is not mine. It belongs to Hogwarts and the goblins. Of course, most of its shares will be brought under the management of the Ministry in the future—"

"Oh, of course!"

Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to have heard anything. She smiled and said,

"What I want to say is that everyone in our family has been taken care of by you, Amosta, not to mention that you are Percy's professor, and Bill, Charlie, and Ginny have all been saved by you—"

"That is my duty, Mrs. Weasley -"

Amosta pursed his lips and smiled and said,
"As for care, I don't think there is such a thing. We are just lucky enough to live in an era of progressive magic. We are blessed by this era."

"You're so cute, Amosta."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and ruffled his hair, which was made sticky by Fleur and Amelia, and took away the plate he had emptied.

It seemed like everyone wanted to talk to Amosta alone.

The next couple to come out of the house were Percy and Penelope.

"I plan to work in the workshop for another two years, and then return to the ministry, Professor Braine—"

Percy took Penelope's hand, took a deep breath and said to Amosta,

"I hope to join the International Trade Department like Remus. I have been doing work related to this in the workshop. I believe I can do it well!"

Looking at Percy, who had become more resolute despite the setbacks, Amosita's mind flashed back to the young man who asked him for help in writing a letter of introduction at the Three Broomsticks nearly two years ago.

At that time, Percy only had himself in his eyes.

"And Penelope, she plans to continue working in the workshop—"

Percy glanced at Penelope tenderly and held her hand tightly.
"The income from the workshop is very high. In less than two years, we can buy a house in London. After that, we can get married."

Percy's tone, which sounded like he was reporting on work, made Amosta laugh.

"I have nothing more to teach you, Percy.
Oh, there is only one thing. I believe you will be a successful wizard, Percy. Life is a short and long journey. Every stage of growth has different scenery, which is beautiful. So, don't be too anxious to reach the end. "

"I already understand that, Professor."

Percy nodded heavily.

"What about me, Professor?"

Penelope turned up her nose in slight dissatisfaction, which made her look like she was acting coquettishly with Amosta.

"As for you, Penelope—"

Amosta's smile remained unchanged.

“When you make up your mind to get rid of your parents’ interference in your life and leave your hometown to come to London, you have achieved a breakthrough.

In your future life, just don’t forget that courage—"

The two young people walked into the house hand in hand, contentedly.

But before opening the door, they turned around at the same time and looked at Professor Brain, who was leaning on the swearing platform and gazing at the endless stars.

He kept turning his eyes, roaming back and forth in the magnificent night sky, as if he was looking for something.

The side profile of that face is as three-dimensional as a sculpture, with firm and resolute lines, but the thin back is a little lonely. "When I talk to Professor Brian, I always have an illusion. It's like..."

Percy frowned and whispered softly.

"It's like talking to a wizard of Professor Dumbledore's age, isn't it?"

Penelope said.

Percy was silent for a few breaths, then his brows relaxed and he shrugged.

“Those who are destined to become legends must experience and endure more before they can have the wisdom to see through life.”

As the night deepens, the chill of early winter drives away the illusion of being in midsummer brought by the brilliant starry sky.

Amelia, who had walked behind Amosta, gasped and wrapped her arms around herself, her body trembling.

Amosta turned around, took off his suit jacket, put it on Amelia's shoulders, and then rubbed Amelia's head.

Amelia didn't think there was anything wrong. She pulled Amosta's suit tighter and leaned on his shoulder.

"Is there something on your mind, Amosta?"

Amelia asked.

"Oh, how should I put it?"

Amosta laughed twice.

"A wizard like me is still thinking about things even when I am sleeping."

Amelia curled her lips secretly and said nothing.

The two of them leaned against each other until the bright moon passed an hour hand grid across the night sky. Amelia whispered,

"Fleur likes you a lot."

"Ah, it's not a secret."

Amosta responded, but his tone made Amelia a little dissatisfied. Her eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to stare into Amosta's eyes.
"Fleur is a good girl, she's very brave."

"I agree with your point of view—"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"After all, they are warriors selected by Beauxbatons, so they must be brave enough."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about, Amosta—"

Amelia shook her head and asked tentatively,
"Even Sirius can see that you are avoiding relationship issues but why? Your experience with your sister and brother-in-law has taken a toll on you, right?"

"Oh, I think it has nothing to do with that, Amelia."

"So--"

After hesitating for a while, Amelia continued to ask,
"There are some rumors in the magic world that you and Vitia Cleona are actually lovers, but you belong to the light, and she willingly fell into darkness, so you parted ways?"

"Is there such a rumor?"

Amosta was actually a little surprised.

Amelia nodded seriously, her brown eyes sparkling with the light cast by the stars.

"do you like her?"

"maybe--"

Amosta rubbed his hands, and seeing that Amelia was still staring at him, he couldn't help but laugh.
"I really didn't realize that so many people would talk about my emotional problems. I thought people would be more concerned about the current situation--"

"I'm your family, of course I should care--"

Amelia said in a matter-of-fact tone.

family--
Amosta looked down, chewed the word in his heart, and rubbed Amelia's head again with a gentle look.
“I don’t want to lie to you or make excuses, and Amelia doesn’t want to use excuses to say this is actually a very complicated issue.

Just like a person who is too sleepy finds it difficult to fall asleep again, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to accept love from anyone again—"

Amosta's answer was a little obscure. Amelia frowned and thought about the meaning of his words, but Amosta interrupted her.

"Tell me about you, Amelia, I heard, uh, some rumors, you and Sirius are now" (End of this chapter)