Moody could never have imagined that this would be the way Amosta Blaine said to get something to eat.

Amosta called a little elf and told him to get a grill, and to prepare some charcoal and ground beef and lamb with iron skewers. The house-elves were extremely efficient, almost in the blink of an eye, and the elves called Dobby and Riga appeared on the lakeside carrying all the things Brian had requested, and after asking if they needed help and were refused, the two elves bowed respectfully and obediently disappeared into the snowstorm.

"Wait a moment, Professor Moody--"

Two logs rose on the ground, and Amostarizo took off his gown, rolled up his sleeves and sat down with great interest, then picked up the skewers, placed them on the smoke-smoking grill, and roasted them with great skill.

This disregard for the image and the fluid movement caused Professor Moody to be in a trance, and he bet that if someone else had seen and recorded it, it would have been the laughing point that people would have talked about Amosta Blaine.

The sky was filled with snow petals, and the earth was covered in snow.

Not far away, the castle of Dreams caught the eyes of all the people in the darkness like a torch, and they didn't notice that the little spark on the shore of the Black Lagoon was made by the famous Amosta Blayn himself.

After a while, a tempting aroma gradually filled the world with the warmth of the coals on the grill, and Moody moved a small piece of his nose, and he looked at the roast meat on the grill that had been forced out of golden grease, and was surprised to find that he had really developed some appetite.

"It's astonishing, Brian—"

Moody held back the absurdity in his heart as well. With the slightest urge to laugh, he finally sat down, looked at the handsome face of Amosta who was reddened by the carbon fire on the other side, and laughed,

"People can't imagine that a great magician like you is also a master of cooking--"

"It's nothing--"

Amosta focused on the barbecue, he squinted his eyes slightly, and said lazily,

"Maybe you don't know, Professor Moody, before I returned to teach at Hogwarts, I wandered around Europe for two years, and in order to make a living, I occasionally ran errands for people, and it was common to sleep in the open air—"

Moody's lips pursed, as if he wanted to laugh, but in the end, he held back a smile and nodded slightly,

"It must have been a hard time, Brian—"

Moody said in a hoarse voice.

Call--

The silence lasted for about two minutes, the roast meat was licking under the flame and the aroma was amazing, Amostaliso sprinkled some spices and minced salt, and then placed the roast on the grill and rolled it, and after a few moments, Amosta picked up the roast meat about the same heat and took a closer look at it by the light of the fire.

"Whew-"

Amosta handed the roast over.

After a moment of trance, Moody raised his hand slightly in a hurry to take it, and somehow, he looked at the barbecue meat in front of him with a peculiar roasting method, and his heart was filled with a trace of unfamiliar emotions. This emotion made him feel a wave of satisfaction, but it was accompanied by amazement and trepidation.

Bang--

Amosta opened two bottles of butterbeer and handed one to Moody, after which he ignored him, 'snorted' a few meat skewers himself, rudely pointed the bottle to his mouth, and took a sip.

"Whew-"

With only one sip, about a quarter of the bottle in his hand was gone, Amosta let out a pleasant cry, and then, squinting at the bottle, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Moody, whose demeanor suddenly became elegant, took a small bite of a piece of meat and chewed it slowly in his mouth, but Brian's 'bold' style made him ignore the taste of barbecue, and he looked at Amosta Bryne in amazement behind the hazy space scorched by the charcoal fire, and couldn't believe that Amosta Bryne, who had always been elegant and polite, would have such an image.

Or. This is the original image of Amosta Bryan, but, tired of fame, so, has to disguise his true self?

"I still prefer Muggle beer—"

Amosta said with regret, he saw that Moody didn't move the wine bottle in his hand at all, and raised his eyebrows,

"This barbecue has to be eaten with beer, Professor Moody, that would be complete—"

"Uh-huh-" Moody hesitated, "I need a wine glass, Brian--"

"Wine glasses? Oh, no, Professor Moody, if you spoil the mood of eating this kind of barbecue, just do it! Amosta said.

To be honest, Moody was a little hesitant and resistant, but for some reason, he was even more reluctant at this time to go against Brian's request, so he reluctantly raised his head, put the bottle to his lips, and took a sip.

The butterbeer Brian had gotten had never been warmed, and in this bleak weather, the frothy liquor slipped like a knife down his throat and into his stomach, causing Moody to frown, but—

After the cold sting, there was a strange sense of satisfaction that made Moody unconsciously let out some nasal sounds.

"Ahem! It's a strange feeling, Brian--" To hide his embarrassment, Moody quickly turned his nasal voice into a heavy cough, and asked in a vague voice, "where is this custom?" ”

Amosta didn't speak, just smiled casually, he turned his head sideways to look at the world in distraction, and Moody, who suddenly saw Bryan silent, moved his lips, and then fell silent, staring at Hogwarts in the snow.

The fluffy snow layer has wiped out all the noise between the white mountains and black waters, and although the ice castle is still lively and jubilant, the laughter of the students has never stopped, and a few fireworks have exploded from time to time over the square, but the monotony can only be heard on the shore of the lake. The wind howled boringly, and after listening to it for a long time, the wind was filtered out, and the world was peaceful, as if there were only two people left.

Although it was late at night, and there were no stars or moons under the canopy of clouds, the castle did not look so dark, and the snow absorbed the bright lights from the ice castle, diffusing the light into the four fields, making the white, desolate mountains and lush forests a little more colorful.

"What do you think of life at Hogwarts, Professor Moody?"

Amosta withdrew his unfazed gaze, and after firing the charcoal fire with his tongs, he began to deal with the raw meat again.

"Oh-"

This unexpected question made Moody unable to get out of his stunned and bitter state of mind for a while, and he subconsciously blurted out,

"Well, that's good—"

Immediately, Moody took a deep breath, his voice was less harsh, and he said in a soothing tone,

"It's nice here, Brian, there aren't so many dangers that could kill you at any moment, there aren't so many people who are desperate to kill you, and most of the people like Minerva, Felius, Pomona, and most of their colleagues are friendly. It's not complicated, and if you show a little bit of real skills, you can win a lot of applause in class."

"You're just looking at appearances, Professor Moody—"

From time to time, Amosta stirred up the carbon fire, and the blazing sparks flew into the air with the hot air currents above, blooming brightly before being extinguished by the cold pressure.

Amosta said calmly,

"In fact, thousands of years now, this ancient school has always been one step away from collapse, and the danger of destruction has always loomed over the oldest magical school in Europe, and there are countless enemies hidden in the secret hope that Hogwarts will disappear."

Amosta's remarks were shocking, but Professor Moody did not refute them in shock, but only blinked in understanding, and then cast his gaze towards the adjacent old castle.

"--In a thousand years, the former Royal Wizarding Society has become the Ministry of Magic, the royal family has been excluded from the wizarding world, we have had several wars with goblins, werewolves, vampires, centaurs, we have even fought with those ancient secret witches several times, Hogwarts has won again and again, and has been reborn in the ruins again and again, and those who have lost the war have no choice but to accept the fact that they can't destroy Hogwarts, do you understand why, Professor Moody?"

"What is it?"

Still staring at the old castle, Moody asked.

"Because Hogwarts is no longer just a school of witchcraft and wizardry--"

Amosta smiled, and also looked at the age-beaten castle, with a faint emotion in his voice,

"Hogwarts established by the four founders has become a kind of faith, it will always exist in people's hearts, countless people are willing to give their lives for this faith, faith will not disappear, Professor Moody, it does not have to be pinned on some kind of actual organization to survive, it does not have to be blessed by power and power to survive."

Moody looked thoughtful, and Amosta continued,

"And very importantly—"

Amosta shifted his gaze from the castle to Moody's, his lilac eyes as deep as the abyss,

"Hogwarts never remembers hatred."

(End of chapter)