The last time I returned, it was still a bitter cold with heavy snow, but now, the maple leaves on both sides of the road have faded from the deep red of the twilight and are full of vitality again.

Situated on the edge of the city, the ground is inlaid with abandoned railroad tracks, and the modest streets are still unchanged from the last time they came.

Compared to the ever-changing Muggle cities, the dwellings of the wizarding world seem to have been indelible by time, and even in this great era of great changes in an instant, the mottled leaves of those years still stubbornly stick to their original intentions and are not shaken.

The only exception is the six-storey building with a sky-blue façade and a square-like shape standing in the middle of the rows of gray-colored and century-old buildings.

Inside the newly renovated large iron gate, there is a courtyard with the same weather and a very different atmosphere.

The earth-covered courtyard was now paved with a flat stone slab, and in the corner of the flower bed, brightly colored Tudor roses and alfalfa grass were bathing in the morning light, and the golden-pink sun swayed in the wind, gazing at the crystal dew dotted on the delicate petals, and a pleasant feeling seemed to sweep through the soul made Amosta smile happy.

Dressed in a black short-sleeved T-shirt and blue jeans, and sneakers, Amosta, dressed entirely as a Muggle, stood quietly in the courtyard, and behind him was a large, somewhat exaggerated suitcase containing the gifts he had promised Mrs. Reagan for the children.

To be honest, it was a lot of trouble to carry such a large suitcase, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't carry a folding bike out of his handbag.

As the clanging breakfast in the dormitory subsided, Amosta knew that a slew of children in ill-fitting and shabby uniforms would rush out to start their day.

Delivering milk, delivering newspapers, and washing dishes for the breakfast shop were much the same for the children in the orphanage, as Amosta did in his early years here.

Of course, he soon got rid of these boring and low-paying jobs and turned to more technical 'jobs'.

For example, doing homework for children at a grammar school in the heart of the old town a few miles away, using their 'superpowers' to escort bullied children to and from school, or selling small bits and pieces that the children would be interested in.

The last item was the most profitable, but Amosta gave up after a short time, because although there was no such thing as a 'chengguan' on the streets of England, Muggle police officers or government inspectors also played the role of maintaining the city's appearance.

Time is a magical vessel that can turn the unpleasant things that happened in the distant past into a mellow wine, and make bitter memories sweet.

"Experience is more important, Cage, even if there are more residents in that area of East Street, I can guarantee that I can complete the task faster than you!"

A crisp, scrappy voice came from the hallway, and Amosta, whose thoughts were wandering in his memory, suddenly came back to his senses, and he moved his brow, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile that was brighter than the golden sun.

When they saw the tall, handsome young man standing in the courtyard, the children who had crossed the foyer one after another fell into a stupor, and there was no response even when the little ones who were blocked in the foyer shouted loudly.

"Brother Amosta?"

The little brown-haired boy at the front of the crowd rubbed his eyes and muttered incredulously.

"Good morning, little ones!"

Amosta grinned and opened her arms.

.............

The summer weather changes like the temper of an adolescent girl, and it doesn't take long for the morning sky to be clear before a sudden drifting rain falls, and the sewers, which have not been reformed for decades, cannot absorb such a rapid rain, and it is not long before the stone streets are silted up enough to reach the ankles.

However, the bad weather did not erase the good mood of the children in the orphanage, who rushed through the puddle with their satchels on their heads, and smiling faces as they ran from all directions towards the six-story building.

In the foyer, which was not particularly spacious, Amosta was surrounded by dozens of children, the youngest of whom was only four or five years old, and the eldest child, who was already about the same age as Harry, and they listened intently to Amosta's story of the beauty of the world outside.

"--It's not just Europe, Dean, the reason I haven't been back for so long is because I've been to another continent, Egypt, and I'm sure you've all heard of it, I think."

"There's pyramids and endless deserts, Brother Amosta, and I stood in the foyer of Lady Kellyon and glanced at the TV when I went to deliver milk to Lady Kellyon,"

In the crowd, a little boy with red cheeks raised his hands and shouted excitedly,

"It's beautiful there!"

"Can we have a TV too, Brother Amosta?"

A little girl in Amosta's arms, who still spoke with a milky voice, asked in an envious tone.

"That's not a problem, Linna,"

Amosta kissed Lina on the forehead and said with a smile, "I'll discuss this with Mrs. Reagan, and in the future, every dormitory in this building will have a color TV, and we can even arrange a room for a few computers, so that when you are free, you can take turns playing games or something." ”

The children's bursts of cheers overpowered the crackling rain, almost shattering the glass of the halls and windows, and amid the noisy laughter, some of the more curious children asked, isn't Amosta a sales rig company, and why do you need a drill rig in a desert like Egypt?

"Ahem, there are cities on land too, Elisa, where there's land, there's always going to be a need for a rig--"

The nonsensical Amosta touched his nose and said embarrassedly.

"Brother Amosta!"

Squatting in front of him, little Hammer, who had finally found an opportunity to speak, waved his hand, and he looked at Amosta eagerly and asked,

"Can you stay at home for a few more days when you come back this time?"

"Of course, little Hammer"

Amosta rubbed little Hammer's hair and smiled happily,

"I'll stay a little longer, little ones, in fact, I'm coming back this time to help you with your studies, in addition to seeing you... The public school guys can't always fool me with the lack of classrooms and teachers! ”

The children looked at each other, and then they all laughed strangely,

"This problem has been solved, Brother Amosta!"

Little Hammer had a ostentatious expression, and he exclaimed happily,

"Sister Vitia has already negotiated with the school for us, and by September, many people here will be able to go to public schools!"

"Sister Vitia?"

Amosta opened her mouth in surprise,

"Who's that? New staff? ”



















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