Chapter 19
In the heart of the mystical countryside stood St. Oswald’s Home for Old Witches and Wizards, a place of enchantment and wonder beyond compare. Within its walls, magical frames sprang to life, knitting wool twisted into delightful chaos, and even the male nurses found themselves compelled to dance the tango under unseen spells.
Here, magic was no longer a duty but a joyous pursuit, where elderly witches and wizards reveled in the whimsy of their craft. And so it was that Albus and Scorpius ventured into this realm, their senses both delighted and tinged with a hint of trepidation.
"Um, excuse me... Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" they called out, their voices breaking the enchanted silence that hung in the air.
"Okay, so this place is wild," Scorpius remarked, his eyes darting about in amazement.
"We’re looking for Amos Diggory," Albus announced, his words shattering the tranquility with a sudden weight.
At once, the lively atmosphere seemed to falter, replaced by a heavy stillness tinged with melancholy. From amidst the quiet emerged the Wool Woman, her voice carrying a somber tone.
"And what do you boys want with that miserable old sod?" she inquired, her words laden with a mixture of curiosity and bitterness.
Yet, before they could respond, a figure appeared, her smile lighting up the dimness of the room. It was Delphi, her presence a beacon of warmth amidst the shadows.
"Albus? Albus! You came? How wonderful! Come and say hello to Amos!" she exclaimed, her words infused with genuine delight.