Hogwarts Homecoming

The light rain is still falling.

Crystal raindrops splashed on the intertwined dark green broad leaves and then bounced to the next layer. After many twists and turns, only a few water drops fell to the two people on the ground.

It was already lunch time, and the little wizards rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the auditorium. The roar was like the tide crashing on the reef, and could be heard even in the Forbidden Forest.

"Are you satisfied, Frommid?"

Amosta put away his wand, put his hands behind his back, and looked calmly, admiring the hut he built. The dripping rainwater automatically slid away when he got closer to him.

He did not answer Fromid's words.

Frommid nodded reluctantly.

There are already some furnishings in the wooden house, including a bed made of wooden boards, a square table, and a fireplace made of rocks.

"If you need anything else, just tell me and I'll ask the elves in the castle to help prepare it--"

Amosta said casually as he paced in front of the dark fireplace.

"You know, we don't have high requirements for the living environment, Mr. Blaine-"

Fromide followed Amosta step by step, hesitating to speak several times, but finally remained silent.

Mr. Blaine's attitude said it all.

Amosta stopped in front of the window and looked out of the house through the hollow window. His eyes penetrated the shadows of the trees and reached the castle shrouded in fog.

"At the Quidditch World Cup last August, hundreds of people died in the aftermath of my fight with her--"

Amosta said softly, and the sound without a ripple overwhelmed the sound of the branches and leaves swaying one after another.

Fromid's eyelids trembled and his eyes dimmed a little.

"She released the Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. who was privately imprisoned by Barty Crouch, the former Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic, and assisted Barty Jr. in capturing Barty Old. This behavior directly led to the death of the former Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic——"

Amosta then said calmly.

The mellow-looking Frommid tightened his mouth and clenched his fists.

“She imprisoned the legendary Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Alastor Moody, and for a year, impersonated him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and in the second game of the Triwizard Tournament They used tricks during the competition to send a group of inexperienced little wizards to Voldemort--"

The clouds in the sky became thicker, and the children's laughter coming from the other side of the castle was as hazy as a dream.

There was a look of struggle in Fromid's eyes, and his lips were slightly open.

And before Fromid could speak, Amosta's voice, which was more than ten thousand words, fell to the ground first.

"Voldemort was resurrected with her help, and the British wizarding world fell into war because of her stupidity. Frommid--"

Amosta finally turned around, and his heavy gaze almost overwhelmed Fromid.

"Tell me, Frommid, how she shall pay for her sins?"

There is no early autumn at Hogwarts.

The chill of late autumn follows the retreating blazing summer sunshine, leaving no time for people to adapt.

Nothing to say.

That is to say, wizards in the UK do not have the death penalty. Otherwise, Vitia would be sent to the gallows just for what she did in the Quidditch World Cup.

"We are willing, willing--"

After a moment of sadness, Fromid raised his head and looked at Amosta imploringly.

"Teaching wizards the skills of druidry is not a favor to wizards, Frommid--"

Amosta walked toward the door. He walked down several wooden steps, and the withered needles screamed in pain under his footsteps.

"It's the efforts of your group to avoid extinction. In other words, this is the wizard's kindness to you."

"I don't deny that, Mr. Brain, if Miss Cliona really did all this, then she is indeed guilty of a serious crime for wizards, but if she is willing to atone for her sins. In fact, you told me that she was raped by that Voldemort Imprisoned."

Fromid looked bitter, his breathing was slightly erratic, and he still tried to persuade Amosta.

"For a wizard?"

Amosta stopped next to an almond eucalyptus tree that pierced the sky. For the first time, there was strong emotion in his voice.

"According to my information, the most bastard thing she did was to give the double snake staff to Voldemort."

Memories flooded back again.

At the end of the trip to the Lost Island of Avalon, when he briefly came into contact with the double snake staff for a few minutes, even thinking about the awe-inspiring power of that artifact at this time, Amosta couldn't help but feel palpitations!

"You're worried about that?"

Fromid opened his eyes in shock, but after a few seconds, he said decisively,

"That is an artifact controlled by Queen Morgan le Fay, the last great priest of our tribe in ancient times. It will never surrender to an evil wizard like Voldemort, Mr. Brain!"

"Yeah?"

Amosta chuckled softly, his laughter filled with chills.

"Artifact. Maybe you and I have different opinions, Frommid."

Ignoring Fromid's urgent excuse, Amosta walked towards the castle again.

In fact, Amosta got the message.

Voldemort did try to control the wand, but, as with Frommid, he did not succeed.

This seems to be a very normal thing. After all, even Merlin couldn't do anything with it and had to move the staff from Azkaban Island to the secret realm of Avalon and seal it to prevent its power from contaminating it. world.

Thousands of years ago, Gryffindor also tried it, but it also ended in failure.

Compared to the first two, the failure of himself and Voldemort seemed natural.

However, this does not dispel Amosta's doubts.

It was not a coincidence that the staff containing the power of a higher dimension fell into Voldemort's hands. Amosta had always had such a premonition.

The things involved here are by no means just Voldemort and the double snake staff, a deeper conspiracy is hidden in it.

Although their heads were facing the same gloomy sky, the two people who walked out of the forbidden forest unconsciously squinted their eyes.

Frommid looked at the castle close at hand. He had never seen Hogwarts Castle from this distance.

This majestic castle, with every brick and stone and every inch of land exuding a rich historical atmosphere, really shocked him and made his heart close to nature sway.

"I'll try--"

Amosta suddenly said something unclear and unclear.

Fromid was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up with a look of joy on his face. He was about to say thank you, but Amosta had already left, so he had to follow quickly.

On both sides of the grand, tall foyer, the raging flames on the ancient stone walls dispelled the chill that poured into the venue.

Amosta paused slightly and glanced at the people on the Gryffindor table who were passing around a small golden glass bottle.

fifth grade

Hermione, who was anxious to get back the golden vial, looked at the vial with Ron, who hesitated to speak, and Harry, who also had a hint of envy in his eyes.

Three faces with gradually fading childishness appeared in Amosta's eyes, making his eyes look extremely deep.

It’s this year.

Amosta turned his eyes and thought lightly in his heart.

"Let's go--"

Amosta looked back at Fromid, who felt slightly uncomfortable due to the many curious looks, and said gently,

"Don't worry too much when you go to meet your colleagues. Except for a few cold faces, they are all very easy to get along with. Of course, be careful about the old man with a white beard sitting in the middle, especially when he smiles at you." ( End of this chapter)