After a dance, Fleur reluctantly let go of Amosta's hand.

"I hope my clumsy dancing skills won't embarrass you, Miss Delacour—"

Amosta quietly took a step back and said politely.

However, Fleur did not react to Amosta's attempts to muddy the waters, her stubborn, affectionate eyes still locked on Amosta's eyes,

"I plan to work in the UK after graduation, do you have any good advice?"

Fleur said.

Amosta stared deeply at Fleur, her eyebrows unconsciously gathered together,

"While I'm not in a position to interfere with your choice, Miss Delacour, I want you to think it through and act carefully, after all, it's about the future of your life—"

There was a solemnity in Amosta's tone, which was his sincere advice.

He made this suggestion not only because he didn't want to see Fleur act impulsively, but also because, foreseeably, the situation in the British wizarding world would take a turn for the worse in the future, and if Fleur insisted on getting too close to him, it would be difficult to avoid retaliation from the Death Eaters

In the early days of the war, assassination and rebellion would be the main theme, and he and Dumbledore's side would be jealous because of their position, and some things would be too inconvenient to do.

It's not that Amosta doesn't have enough knowledge of the cruelty of war, and Dumbledore's constraints won't be the main factor, it's just that he can't bear it, and he won't know how many of these children in Slytherin House have followed Voldemort in their parents.

But judging by Fleur's resolute eyes, Amosta knew that his persuasion might not have had any effect.

Fleur invited Professor Bryan to dance, and Professor Bryan did not refuse this 'bold' act in the eyes of those little witches, these girls who still did not understand the difference between admiration and admiration would not let go of this golden opportunity, and when the two of them finished dancing, they flocked to Amosta's side, and sent him an invitation with hope in their eyes.

In such an environment, there was no need for Amosta to excite the student, he put away the worries in his heart and nodded with a smile.

And since then, for more than half an hour, he has not been able to get off the stage at all.

Fred and George, along with their mutual friend Lee Jordan, planted most of the fireworks on the ice with the effort of pulling out the fireworks that Amosta had bought in celebration, lit them with their wands, and flew into the air to explode brilliant sparks.

The crystal clear ice castle reflects the brilliant light and shadow, and under the cold night, it itself becomes colorful, and the beauty is breathtaking.

Even the villagers of Hogsmeade were attracted by the movement on Hogwarts' side, staring at the wind and snow one by one, walking out of the house, watching in the dark.

Laughter and laughter wander around the Hogwarts campus, as if the last song is about to come before the mountain rain.

When a sweaty Amosta jumped off the stage gasping and returned to the podium to grab his drinks, his Hogwarts colleagues smiled at him.

"You're so popular with the students, Amosta—" Professor Sprout said with a smile as he tugged at her cleaned wizard hat, "and the difference in going to school with you is a game-changer." ”

"We all know that Amosta doesn't like to show himself--" Professor McGonagall grimaced, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"But dare I say that Albus must have seen through it a long time ago, didn't he?" Professor Flitwick stood on the table and turned to look at a smiling Dumbledore.

"Oh, actually, Severus had discovered the difference in Amosta before I did--" Dumbledore said with a smile on his feet, "I didn't realize I was going to have a strong contender--"

Dumbledore's teasing sparked a burst of laughter, and Amosta shook his head slightly.

Truth be told, that's the most valuable thing about Hogwarts, in a way, that the staff have a pure heart, they give their all and love what they do, and they do it for decades. The relationship between colleagues is just as simple, and if it were the Ministry of Magic, a latecomer like Amosta would be regarded as a successor, and the opposition would be overwhelming.

"How wonderful—"

Dumbledore came from behind the table and clinked glasses with Amosta, and he looked at the students—dancing and unleashing youthful restlessness on the stage, eating and drinking at the table, chasing ice sculptures under the ice trees, laughing and setting off fireworks outside the castle, in the magically denied wind and snow square, Dumbledore looked at the children, took off the half-moon frames, and gently wiped his moist eyes.

"Who's to say it isn't?"

Amosta took a sip of whiskey and echoed with a light smile.

"This wonderful moment belongs to everyone, Amosta, and we should not leave anyone behind."

Dumbledore's thoughtless words made his brows frown slightly, and he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, only to see Dumbledore smiling a little, and glanced meaningfully at the end of the faculty table, Professor Moody, who was sitting alone and quietly watching the frolicking children.

"I don't quite understand—"

Amosta withdrew his gaze and fell silent for a moment, shaking his head slightly,

"She's our enemy, isn't she?"

"Oh, that's--"

Dumbledore smiled happily,

"I wasn't the one who signed Professor Moody's request for a salary advance, Amosta, and I wasn't the one who gave the candy."

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched, his face darkened, and his mood worsened.

"--On the night of the Quidditch final, she once saved Sirius,"

Dumbledore said mildly,

"And, looking at the children who live in the Forbidden Forest, Amosta, I don't think Miss Cliona is the evil Dark Wizard she thinks she is."

"No one's life is smooth sailing, Headmaster, everyone has unspeakable secrets-"

Amosta was unmoved,

"With your wisdom in life, it must be clear that sometimes, good and evil are not important, but position is important."

"Oh, ho-ho, maybe you're overestimating my wisdom, Amosta, and I superficially think that good and evil always matter more than position."

Dumbledore whispered,

"If you don't understand, think of Sirius's brother, the valiant boy named Regulus, who once worshipped Tom madly, but he did not give up his conscience because of it, and even gave his life to defend it.

And Severus, who was once instigated by Tom's demagogic remarks and swore to follow him, but he eventually came back to us, and I think Severus did it not just because of his love for Harry's mother, because love is good, and Severus himself is good--"

Looking at Amosta, who was looking down and pretending to admire the red wine in the glass, Dumbledore looked solemn,

"I'm not shirking my responsibility, Amosta, but in this matter you are more fit than I am to come into contact with this Miss Cleona, and I think, like Severus back then, Miss Cleona must be full of confusion and pain now, and perhaps, you can guide her in the right direction.

Even if you think about it, Amosta, if you can change her position, it's a great victory for us, isn't it? ”

Amosta sighed and placed the goblet on the table.

Professor Moody was still clutching his bottle in his hand, perhaps too fascinated to gaze at the hall filled with laughter, his alertness and the blue magic eye in his eye sockets had no effect, until Amosta's shadow climbed up his hideous cheeks, he came to his senses, and quickly stood up on crutches,

"Oh, any advice, Professor Brian?"

Professor Moody clutched his flask tightly and said in a gruff voice, looking a little nervous.

"Oh, I'm here to invite you to dance, Professor Moody—"

Amosta smiled slightly, but when he saw the stunned look on the hideous face that was filled with scars, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Just kidding, Professor Moody, I'm going to go out on patrol, um... Would you like to go out for a walk with me? ”

(End of chapter)