When I came back last time, it was still very cold with heavy snow closing the door. But now, the maple leaves on both sides of the road have faded from their deep red color and are once again full of vitality.
Located on the edge of the city, with abandoned railroad tracks embedded in the ground, the narrow streets remain unchanged from the last time I came here.
Compared to the ever-changing Muggle cities, the residence of the wizarding world seems to have been engraved with indelible traces by time. Even in this era of rapid changes, the mottled spots left by those years still stubbornly persist. The original intention will not be shaken.
The only exception is a six-story block-like building with a sky-blue exterior wall that stands abruptly in the middle of the rows of gray, century-old buildings.
Inside the brand-new big iron gate is a courtyard with the same atmosphere but a very different atmosphere.
The earth-covered courtyard has now been paved with flat stone slabs. In the flower bed in the corner, bright Tudor roses and alfalfa are bathing in the morning sun. The golden-pink sunlight sways in the wind, staring at the delicate petals dotted on them. The crystal dewdrops on his face, and a sense of comfort that seemed to sweep out of his soul made Amosta smile happily.
Wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers, Amosta, who looked completely like a Muggle, stood quietly in the yard. Behind him was a large and somewhat exaggerated figure. The suitcase contains the gifts he promised Mrs. Reagan for the children.
To be honest, carrying such a big box is actually very troublesome, but there is no way, he can't carry a folding bicycle out of a handbag.
The clattering breakfast sounds in the dormitory gradually subsided, and Amosta knew that next, a large number of children wearing ill-fitting and shabby uniforms would swarm out and start the day's work in a hurry.
Delivering milk, delivering newspapers, washing dishes at the breakfast bar, this is what children in the orphanage spend their childhoods on, and Amosta also did similar work in his early years here.
Of course, he soon got tired of these boring and low-paying jobs and turned to some more technical 'activities'.
For example, doing homework for the children at a grammar school a few miles away in the center of the old town, using your 'superpowers' to escort some of the bullied children in the school to and from school, or reselling some of the goods that the children would be interested in. of little bits and pieces.
The last item was the most profitable. However, Amosta gave up after working for a short time, because although there is no such profession as "urban management" on the streets of Britain, Muggle police or government prosecutors also bear the responsibilities. Role in maintaining city appearance.
Time is a magical container that can brew the not-so-good things that happened in the long past into mellow wine and make bitter memories sweet.
"Experience is more important, Cage. Even if there are more residents on East Street, I can guarantee that I can complete the task faster than you!"
A crisp, high-spirited voice came from the foyer, and Amosta, who was wandering in his memory, suddenly came back to his senses. He moved his brows, and the corners of his lips raised 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 were crossing the hall one after another fell into a daze, even if the little guys blocked in the hall urged them loudly. any reaction.
"Brother Amosta?"
The brown-haired little boy at the front of the crowd rubbed his eyes and murmured in disbelief.
"Good morning, little ones!"
Amosta grinned and opened his arms.
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The weather in summer changes like the temper of adolescent girls. The sky that was still clear in the morning suddenly started to rain heavily. The sewers that have not been renovated for decades cannot absorb such heavy rain. , and not long after, there was enough rainwater to cover the ankles on the stone streets.
However, the bad weather could not erase the good mood of the children in the orphanage. They carried satchels on their heads, rushed through the puddles, and ran towards the six-story building from all directions with smiles on their faces.
In the foyer, which was not particularly spacious, Amosta was surrounded by dozens of children, ranging from the youngest to four or five years old to the elders who were about the same age as Harry. They had bright eyes and listened attentively. Mosta talks about the beautiful scenery of the outside world.
"--It's not just Europe, Dean. The reason why I haven't come back for so long is because I also went to another continent, Egypt. I think you must have heard of it."
"There are pyramids and endless deserts there. Brother Amosta, when I went to deliver milk to Mrs. Kelly, I stood in the foyer of her house and glanced at the pictures on the TV."
Among the moving crowd, a little boy with rosy 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 spoke with a milky voice asked in an envious tone.
"It's not a problem, Lina,"
Amosta kissed Lina's forehead and said with a smile, "I will discuss this with Mrs. Reagan. From now on, every dormitory in this building will have a color TV, and we can even arrange Use one room to place several computers, so that when you are free, you can take turns playing games or something."
The children's bursts of cheers overwhelmed the patter of rain and almost shattered the glass of the hall doors and windows. Amidst the noise of laughter, some more curious children asked whether Amosta was from a drilling rig company. Is it for sale? Why does a place like Egypt, where there are deserts everywhere, need a drilling rig?
"Ahem, there are also cities on land there, Alyssa. Where there is land, there will always be a need for drilling rigs--"
Amosta, who was making up nonsense, rubbed his nose and said awkwardly.
"Brother Amosta!"
Little Hammer, who was squatting in front of him and finally found a chance to speak, waved his hands. He looked at Amosta eagerly and asked,
"When you come back this time, can you stay at home a little longer?"
"Of course no problem, little Hammer"
Amosta ruffled Little Hammer's hair and smiled happily,
"I will stay a little longer, little guys. In fact, in addition to seeing you when I come back this time, I also want to help solve your study problems... Those in charge of public schools cannot always take care of you. The little problem of lack of classrooms and teachers fools me!”
The children looked at each other, and then laughed strangely.
"This problem has been solved, brother Amosta!"
Little Hammer had a show off expression and he shouted happily,
"Sister Vitiya has helped us negotiate with the school. By September, many people here can go to public schools!"
"Sister Vitiya?"
Amosta opened his mouth in surprise.
"Who is that? A new staff member?"
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