Chapter 903 The Dets

"Our daughter needs to rest. Can you come back to teach her at another time?"

A woman's voice that sounded quite old was heard in Amelia's ward. After hearing the voice, Amosta and Remus outside the ward stopped immediately. Remus opened his mouth in surprise, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Maybe the name the lady who just spoke was "Amos" or "Amost".

Remus turned his eyes to look at the "real" Amosta beside him

Amosta's disguised face did not look surprised. It was as calm as ever, but his eyes, which were always clear and penetrating, became deep and his emotions could not be seen clearly.

"I'm not preaching to Amelia, dear."

A man of the same age responded,

"I'm not sure what Auror means, but I know that your ability must adapt to your job, Amelia. If you get hurt when you just start doing this, it means that your ability is not enough to cope with this job. Maybe you need to settle down for a while. This is the same for us and magical wizards."

"Is it Amelia's parents?"

Remus heard something and raised his eyebrows.

"Do we need to change the time?"

Amosta was silent, his eyes hanging on the ground were a little indifferent. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

"I think we should go and see Amelia's parents, Remus. After all, she was injured because she followed us, wasn't she?"

This is biased, because Amelia was following the requirements of the Security Department to monitor them, and it was not that the two of them took the initiative to take a witch who had just graduated to intervene in dangerous events.

However, Remus still nodded.

Remus couldn't say he admired Amelia much, after all, she was an official of the Magic Congress, but at least he didn't hate this girl who was still young and kind, but a little bit serious about her principles.

Perhaps out of respect, Amosta took the initiative to show his true face, and seeing him do so, Remus also removed the disguise magic.

Dong, Dong, Dong--

The sudden knock on the door made the voices in the closed ward disappear. The unfamiliarity with the magical world made the old couple in the ward not immediately decide whether to invite the knocker in. They looked at their daughter.

"Maybe it's the therapist who's doing the ward rounds--"

Amelia said unsurely, because the therapist had already done the ward rounds once in the morning.

"Or maybe it's a colleague from the security department who wants to find me to learn about the situation?"

"Then please ask someone to come in, Amelia."

Mr. Det stood up from his daughter's bedside. He smoothed the wrinkles on his gray woolen windbreaker, adjusted the lapel of his windbreaker, cleared his throat, and said solemnly, while Mrs. Det, who had a slightly plump face, looked a little restrained. After all, she and her husband were in a magical world that they only half understood, and the people and things here made them feel uneasy.

Although the world outside the window was stormy, the ward with a separate kitchen was as clean and bright as the corridor outside.

There was no light in the room, but the white walls seemed to have some kind of magical magic that could adjust the milky white fluorescence in time to illuminate the room, but it was not dazzling.

An old couple stood beside Amelia's bed.

They all looked at least sixty years old, but the old man's back was still straight, and with his slim and decent clothes and neatly-groomed short chestnut hair, most of which was already gray, he still exuded the demeanor of an English gentleman.

Amelia's mother was not very tall, her height was only as high as her father's shoulders, but she was well-maintained, and there were not many wrinkles on her fair and smooth cheeks, and the arc of the corners of her eyes showed that she was a kind lady.

Their eyes fell on Amosta and Remus who walked into the ward, and they waited for their daughter to introduce the two visitors to them with cautious restraint.

"Oh, Amosta, Remus, is it you?"

When Amelia saw the two people walk in, she was stunned, and then asked in disbelief. She didn't expect them to come to visit her, because no matter what, she was sent by Mr. Graves to monitor them. They should be happy that she was injured and hospitalized.

But then Amelia came to her senses and prepared to get off the bed. Although one of her arms was wrapped in bandages and her face was a little sallow due to inhaling poison gas, Amelia knew that she was fine.

But Amosta stopped her.

"Neither Remus nor I want to disturb your rest because of our arrival, Amelia--"

Some of the strangeness outside the ward had completely disappeared from Ammosta. He glanced at the old couple at the end of the bed, smiled at them politely, and then looked at Amelia and said.

"How do you feel, Amelia?" Remus also asked with a smile.

"The therapists think there is nothing wrong with me."

Amelia stayed on the bed, and she nodded gratefully to Ammosta and Remus,

"But my therapist still thinks I should be observed in the hospital for a few days, because the poison gas of the leopard will have different effects on different people, although the amount I inhaled is not enough to be fatal--"

Amelia looked at her parents, fully understanding the reason for their shock. To be honest, it also made her feel a little embarrassed.

But she knew that she should still formally introduce her parents.

"These two wizards from London, mom and dad, this is Remus Lupin, and that one...well, he has the same name as you, dad, my current mission is...Amosta and Remus Si is well-known in the wizarding world, and the Magic Congress believes that they should be protected and sent me to perform this task."

Amelia lied with difficulty and shame.

Because telling her parents that she was actually spying on them would seem to embarrass Amosta and Remus, and her parents would also be confused, why would the person being monitored come to visit the spy?

Mr. Det glanced at his wife and saw the same emotion in his wife's eyes. It turned out that they had heard correctly just now. The gray-haired young man in front of him really had the same name as him.

"What a wonderful coincidence, Mr. Det--"

Amosta smiled and extended his hand to Amosta Det. The latter hesitated for a moment before reaching out and shaking hands with Amosta.

"You're right, this is indeed a wonderful coincidence--"

Amosta Det looked at the gray-haired young man in front of him. He didn't know why he felt a sense of intimacy with this young man in his heart, but he did feel slightly familiar with this young and handsome face. , but for a moment, he couldn't figure out why.

Mrs. Det had the same feeling as her husband. She didn't know why she felt close to this young man with the same name as her husband, and she was also somewhat familiar with Amosta's face.

"I guess I should apologize-"

Amosta said to the old couple in front of him,

"It was precisely because of some of my poor decisions that your daughter was harmed last night."

A poor decision?

Mr. and Mrs. Det glanced at their daughter. The explanation they received from Amelia's colleagues who came to inform them was that the important task of protecting Amelia was attacked by a magical creature in the city. In order to fight off the creature, Amelia suffered some injuries.

But it seems that there are some hidden secrets.

"You shouldn't apologize, Mr. Blaine!"

Amelia was a little excited, but with her parents by her side, she quickly restrained her impulse and said sincerely,

"If you hadn't held back the poisonous leopard, it's unimaginable how much damage it would have caused in New York. It was me, who was not skilled in my skills, that caused you trouble--"

Mr. Boo Brain?

Amelia's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Det, felt as if they were struck by lightning after hearing this surname. The two of them fell into a daze as if they were under a petrification spell!