Chapter 4
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 4
The heavy snow that lasted for several days buried all the uncleanness on the streets of this ancient city of London, but the gloomy, never clear sky seemed to indicate that a more intense snowstorm was brewing. On the old streets, Many Muggle sweepers fought the snow on the roads with all their might, trying to clear a passable road.
Amosta Bryan, who was wearing an old dark green overcoat, stood in the bare yard, staring deeply at the unfinished building in front of him. His lavender eyes seemed to contain extraordinary magical power.
Different from the buildings surrounded by historical vicissitudes and ancient charms, it is a boxy, styleless six-story building, like a student dormitory, with more than a dozen rooms on each floor. It can be expected that when it is completed, It must be able to accommodate many people.
"Amosta!"
The call from the street outside the iron gate brought Amosta back to his senses. He turned around and saw the middle-aged woman with a hurried expression. The smile on the young face was gentle and kind.
"Good morning, Mrs. Reagan."
"Oh, you should have said hi, Amostar."
After a hasty hug, Mrs. Reagan said in a reproachful tone.
"Hey, sorry, actually I didn't intend to be in such a hurry, but something happened, which may cause me to be unable to get away for the next few months, so I came back temporarily to check the progress."
Amosta curled her lips, her tone relaxed and casual.
"Yes, yes, you are always in such a hurry."
Mrs. Reagan looked proudly at the handsome Amosta, the most promising child who had graduated from the orphanage in recent years, her face was full of satisfaction,
"Don't worry, Amosta, Mr. Parker of the construction team said that they will continue to work after the Christmas holiday, and the children will be able to live in their new home in just two months!"
"Yeah, I think that's what they're looking for."
Amosta smiled, and then he opened the suitcase he was carrying, took out two stacks of pounds, and stuffed them 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, and then find a shop in London that does not Then the normal gold shop will exchange it into pounds, which 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 pass it on 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 be polite. She carefully hid the money in the oil-soaked apron, with gratitude and anticipation in her tone
"Are you going to see the children, Amosta? They really hope to see you, especially Little Hammer. He has been yelling for days, complaining that you didn't fulfill your promise to spend Christmas with them."
"Say sorry to him for me, Mrs. Reagan. I'll bring him a present during the summer vacation."
"Ok."
Mrs. Reagan's tone was obviously disappointed, but she didn't persuade her much. She knew that if Amosta had time, she would definitely not refuse to visit the children. It seems that he did encounter something that he was anxious to solve. .
It didn't take too much time to exchange pleasantries. Mrs. Reagan had to rush back to take care of the children who were waiting to be fed. After Mrs. Reagan left, Amosta only stayed for a short while before walking out of the desolate courtyard.
With a steady pace, he walked eastward along the street that was just cleaned up. The old buildings on both sides of the road filled with his countless childhood memories did not slow him down.
When I passed a ten-foot-wide river, I stood on the dilapidated arch bridge and stared at the frozen river in a daze. Immediately, I walked towards a wasteland planted with sparse birch trees.
Located in the middle of the wasteland is a cemetery surrounded by crumbling fences.
"The whirlwind sweeps away."
Amosta didn't take out the hand in his pocket, but moved his lips, several small tornadoes rose out of nowhere in the desolate cemetery, and wiped away the rows of tombstones and the accumulation of black and gray cobblestones on the small island. After the snow, it disappeared without a sound.
"Sorry, Grandma Ferrena, I forgot to bring flowers."
Amosta paced to a white tombstone, bent down to wipe off the ice water that remained on the marble obelisk engraved with the epitaph, then stood up straight and quietly looked at the old man with a kind smile in the black and white photo on the tombstone , muttered 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 is also the only relative he has recognized since he was born in this world in the form of a baby.
As if sensing his sadness, the owl, which came facing the biting cold wind, was not eager to complete the task, but stopped on the nearest birch tree, tilted its head and stared at Amosta below, and from time to time With a sharp beak, it combs its wing feathers that have been blown by the wind.
"In the next few months, I will be going back to the school that taught people to 'juggle'. The school is in trouble. Some people hope that I can find something while I am honest. wishes do not match—
Albus Dumbledore, that white-bearded old man who always pretended to run into me in the library in the middle of the night and reminded me that staying up late would hurt my health wouldn't like what I was doing, and I wasn't too happy to be in his eyes Strolling underground... But there is no way, they gave too much, and it was worth half a year of hard work.
Moreover, after the new dormitory is built, I also hope to help the children solve the problem of education—"
The biting cold wind took away Amosta's melancholy sigh, but could not wipe away the annoyance on that handsome face,
"Unfortunately, if I can recall the plot, I can probably finish the job as quickly as possible and walk with the money."
A light sentence revealed the deepest secret hidden in the heart of the young man standing in the desolate cemetery.
Yes, Amosta Bryan is not considered a 'native-born' local. His soul comes from a blue planet without any supernatural power.
The stories of Harry Potter were his favorite books in his youth in his previous life, but more than 20 years have passed since he received the admission letter from Hogwarts in this life, and all his memories are blurred. After he received the letter from the owl in the cold room of the orphanage, he thought it was the latest popular prank.
It wasn't until a sewer nose with greasy hair came to him and turned his bed into a toilet with a small stick, that he suddenly realized that what he started in this life was not some urban superpower script.
Afterwards, he tried his best to recall the script of Harry Potter, but all he got was some specious words, such as Horcruxes, Hallows, Love and Scars, Voldemort and Resurrection, etc., which were far less than what he got when he entered the wizarding world. Since the world, I have personally investigated the information.
Of course, Amosta, who has mastered magic skills, also tried to use unconventional means to trace memory.
But those messages were so obstinately forgotten, not to mention how hard Amosta tried, they were all hidden in a flowing gray mist, as if someone had protected them with unimaginable magic. In the end, many methods were tried , He had no choice but to give up when he almost made himself a mistake.
"The boy named Potter is in the second grade this year, and he is still several years away from graduation, so I don't think there is any need to face the most dangerous situation,
After all, Dumbledore is there - oh, no, the danger comes from Dumbledore..."
call…
Looking at the white gas blown away by the wind, Amosta's wry smile froze on his face,
"No matter which world you are in, survival is an extremely difficult thing, isn't it, Granny Ferrena?"
Fine snowflakes fell in the sky again, and the owls on the treetops honked more and more frequently. Amosta stretched out his hand towards the air, and the small paper under the eagle's claws was cut with a whistling sound. The gray snow against the dark sky rested firmly in Amosta's palm.
Dear Mr. Blaine
I have negotiated with the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, and the Board of Trustees has approved our plan. You need to arrive at Hogwarts before [-]:[-] tonight and present to Dumbledore how you plan to investigate the attack. murderer.
In addition, Lucius Malfoy firmly rejected the proposal to send an investigator. He believed that Albus Dumbledore should be dismissed directly, and the Greengrass family was the only seconder.
Yours faithfully, Cacus Foley
The scribbled handwriting showed the urgency of the letter writer. The gray owl who had completed the task but failed to get the reward let out a dissatisfied crow, fluttered its wings, and quickly disappeared into the chaotic snowflakes.
Amosta closed his palms, and Kakus' note turned into seeds and a bunch of pure white carnations grew in his palm.
"Do you like the trick, Granny Ferrena?"
The old man on the stele smiled gratifiedly.
Amosta also laughed, and he turned around and walked into the wind and snow. After the explosion, there was no one in the desolate cemetery, only a low-pitched oath wandering in the sparse forest,
"The train of fate, are you ready to go in an unknown direction?"
ps: Please collect, recommend, invest, thank you (Chapter 2 is before five o'clock)
(End of this chapter)
The heavy snow that lasted for several days buried all the uncleanness on the streets of this ancient city of London, but the gloomy, never clear sky seemed to indicate that a more intense snowstorm was brewing. On the old streets, Many Muggle sweepers fought the snow on the roads with all their might, trying to clear a passable road.
Amosta Bryan, who was wearing an old dark green overcoat, stood in the bare yard, staring deeply at the unfinished building in front of him. His lavender eyes seemed to contain extraordinary magical power.
Different from the buildings surrounded by historical vicissitudes and ancient charms, it is a boxy, styleless six-story building, like a student dormitory, with more than a dozen rooms on each floor. It can be expected that when it is completed, It must be able to accommodate many people.
"Amosta!"
The call from the street outside the iron gate brought Amosta back to his senses. He turned around and saw the middle-aged woman with a hurried expression. The smile on the young face was gentle and kind.
"Good morning, Mrs. Reagan."
"Oh, you should have said hi, Amostar."
After a hasty hug, Mrs. Reagan said in a reproachful tone.
"Hey, sorry, actually I didn't intend to be in such a hurry, but something happened, which may cause me to be unable to get away for the next few months, so I came back temporarily to check the progress."
Amosta curled her lips, her tone relaxed and casual.
"Yes, yes, you are always in such a hurry."
Mrs. Reagan looked proudly at the handsome Amosta, the most promising child who had graduated from the orphanage in recent years, her face was full of satisfaction,
"Don't worry, Amosta, Mr. Parker of the construction team said that they will continue to work after the Christmas holiday, and the children will be able to live in their new home in just two months!"
"Yeah, I think that's what they're looking for."
Amosta smiled, and then he opened the suitcase he was carrying, took out two stacks of pounds, and stuffed them 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, and then find a shop in London that does not Then the normal gold shop will exchange it into pounds, which 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 pass it on 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 be polite. She carefully hid the money in the oil-soaked apron, with gratitude and anticipation in her tone
"Are you going to see the children, Amosta? They really hope to see you, especially Little Hammer. He has been yelling for days, complaining that you didn't fulfill your promise to spend Christmas with them."
"Say sorry to him for me, Mrs. Reagan. I'll bring him a present during the summer vacation."
"Ok."
Mrs. Reagan's tone was obviously disappointed, but she didn't persuade her much. She knew that if Amosta had time, she would definitely not refuse to visit the children. It seems that he did encounter something that he was anxious to solve. .
It didn't take too much time to exchange pleasantries. Mrs. Reagan had to rush back to take care of the children who were waiting to be fed. After Mrs. Reagan left, Amosta only stayed for a short while before walking out of the desolate courtyard.
With a steady pace, he walked eastward along the street that was just cleaned up. The old buildings on both sides of the road filled with his countless childhood memories did not slow him down.
When I passed a ten-foot-wide river, I stood on the dilapidated arch bridge and stared at the frozen river in a daze. Immediately, I walked towards a wasteland planted with sparse birch trees.
Located in the middle of the wasteland is a cemetery surrounded by crumbling fences.
"The whirlwind sweeps away."
Amosta didn't take out the hand in his pocket, but moved his lips, several small tornadoes rose out of nowhere in the desolate cemetery, and wiped away the rows of tombstones and the accumulation of black and gray cobblestones on the small island. After the snow, it disappeared without a sound.
"Sorry, Grandma Ferrena, I forgot to bring flowers."
Amosta paced to a white tombstone, bent down to wipe off the ice water that remained on the marble obelisk engraved with the epitaph, then stood up straight and quietly looked at the old man with a kind smile in the black and white photo on the tombstone , muttered 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 is also the only relative he has recognized since he was born in this world in the form of a baby.
As if sensing his sadness, the owl, which came facing the biting cold wind, was not eager to complete the task, but stopped on the nearest birch tree, tilted its head and stared at Amosta below, and from time to time With a sharp beak, it combs its wing feathers that have been blown by the wind.
"In the next few months, I will be going back to the school that taught people to 'juggle'. The school is in trouble. Some people hope that I can find something while I am honest. wishes do not match—
Albus Dumbledore, that white-bearded old man who always pretended to run into me in the library in the middle of the night and reminded me that staying up late would hurt my health wouldn't like what I was doing, and I wasn't too happy to be in his eyes Strolling underground... But there is no way, they gave too much, and it was worth half a year of hard work.
Moreover, after the new dormitory is built, I also hope to help the children solve the problem of education—"
The biting cold wind took away Amosta's melancholy sigh, but could not wipe away the annoyance on that handsome face,
"Unfortunately, if I can recall the plot, I can probably finish the job as quickly as possible and walk with the money."
A light sentence revealed the deepest secret hidden in the heart of the young man standing in the desolate cemetery.
Yes, Amosta Bryan is not considered a 'native-born' local. His soul comes from a blue planet without any supernatural power.
The stories of Harry Potter were his favorite books in his youth in his previous life, but more than 20 years have passed since he received the admission letter from Hogwarts in this life, and all his memories are blurred. After he received the letter from the owl in the cold room of the orphanage, he thought it was the latest popular prank.
It wasn't until a sewer nose with greasy hair came to him and turned his bed into a toilet with a small stick, that he suddenly realized that what he started in this life was not some urban superpower script.
Afterwards, he tried his best to recall the script of Harry Potter, but all he got was some specious words, such as Horcruxes, Hallows, Love and Scars, Voldemort and Resurrection, etc., which were far less than what he got when he entered the wizarding world. Since the world, I have personally investigated the information.
Of course, Amosta, who has mastered magic skills, also tried to use unconventional means to trace memory.
But those messages were so obstinately forgotten, not to mention how hard Amosta tried, they were all hidden in a flowing gray mist, as if someone had protected them with unimaginable magic. In the end, many methods were tried , He had no choice but to give up when he almost made himself a mistake.
"The boy named Potter is in the second grade this year, and he is still several years away from graduation, so I don't think there is any need to face the most dangerous situation,
After all, Dumbledore is there - oh, no, the danger comes from Dumbledore..."
call…
Looking at the white gas blown away by the wind, Amosta's wry smile froze on his face,
"No matter which world you are in, survival is an extremely difficult thing, isn't it, Granny Ferrena?"
Fine snowflakes fell in the sky again, and the owls on the treetops honked more and more frequently. Amosta stretched out his hand towards the air, and the small paper under the eagle's claws was cut with a whistling sound. The gray snow against the dark sky rested firmly in Amosta's palm.
Dear Mr. Blaine
I have negotiated with the Hogwarts Board of Trustees, and the Board of Trustees has approved our plan. You need to arrive at Hogwarts before [-]:[-] tonight and present to Dumbledore how you plan to investigate the attack. murderer.
In addition, Lucius Malfoy firmly rejected the proposal to send an investigator. He believed that Albus Dumbledore should be dismissed directly, and the Greengrass family was the only seconder.
Yours faithfully, Cacus Foley
The scribbled handwriting showed the urgency of the letter writer. The gray owl who had completed the task but failed to get the reward let out a dissatisfied crow, fluttered its wings, and quickly disappeared into the chaotic snowflakes.
Amosta closed his palms, and Kakus' note turned into seeds and a bunch of pure white carnations grew in his palm.
"Do you like the trick, Granny Ferrena?"
The old man on the stele smiled gratifiedly.
Amosta also laughed, and he turned around and walked into the wind and snow. After the explosion, there was no one in the desolate cemetery, only a low-pitched oath wandering in the sparse forest,
"The train of fate, are you ready to go in an unknown direction?"
ps: Please collect, recommend, invest, thank you (Chapter 2 is before five o'clock)
(End of this chapter)
