Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 478
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Harry's breathing gradually became more continuous, and with the help of Sirius, he stood up slowly. His fingertips brushed the scar, and the heartbreaking pain just now disappeared as the black wave in the sky dissipated, as if What just happened was just a dream.

In the quiet and dark forest, the buzzing of bees gradually began to sound. The foreign wizards who came here to watch the World Cup looked at only one third of the Quidditch field left, with horror on their faces. , fear and curiosity.

"That last one was, I mean, your scar, Harry -"

Ron's face turned pale and he stammered to tell his guess, but the reminding look from Sirius made him shut up.

boom!
After a crisp explosion, Amosta appeared and landed steadily in front of Sirius.

He glanced at Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. When he saw Bill and Charlie, Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked at some of them. The two people who didn't know what expressions to put on smiled slightly, and finally, their eyes fell on Viktor Krum next to Hermione.

"Who are you?" Amosta asked curiously.

The question was asked in a calm tone, but Klum's dark face turned pale as snow with fright. He shivered suddenly and almost fell due to his weak legs.
"Victor Krum, sir, I, my Bulgarian Seeker, I study in Durmstrang!"

Krum stammered in broken English.

"In the box before, we were blocked by three dark wizards wearing black cloaks. It was this child who came to our rescue with Arthur."

Sirius added.

"Are you a student of Karkaroff?"

"Yes, you are right, sir!" Krum's body tensed up, as if he was being stared at by a giant dragon.

Amosta nodded slightly and moved his eyes away from the dark and thin little guy. He glanced at everyone. Except for Sirius who seemed to be injured and Harry who looked a little abnormally pale, everyone else was in good condition. Not too bad.

"Where's the dark wizard I trapped?"

"Took away by Fudge, he just escaped from the box with us, and then took the attacker to find Rufus. I think he wanted to interrogate her."

Amosta nodded thoughtfully. The wizard she captured came from the underground world. According to the tradition of these guys, in order to prevent being caught by mistake before going on a mission, some methods are usually used to prevent the entrusted mission information from being exposed. Magic I'm afraid the Ministry's interrogation may not yield any good results.

After pondering for a few seconds, Amosta came back to his senses. He noticed that everyone's eyes fell on him with awe, so much so that even if they wanted to talk to him, they didn't know how to speak. At the same time, the people around him They also gradually discovered that Amosta Brain was here. They slowly looked closer. After approaching a certain distance, they stopped in fear. A little guy who looked to be in his teens raised a camera. It was aimed at him, but before the little guy could press the shutter, his father grabbed the camera in horror, pulled the child and jumped into the crowd without looking back.

Among the wizards around him, every wizard who came into contact with him immediately lowered his head, not daring to meet Amosta's eyes.

Seeing this situation, Amosta had no expression on his face, but he sighed in his heart.

It's no wonder that Dumbledore spent most of his time in Hogwarts over the years, never leaving his principal's office unless necessary.

People revered Albus Dumbledore, but to some extent it could be said that Albus Dumbledore was imprisoned at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by people who feared his power.

After tonight, many things will be different
But what is gratifying is that there are also people whose eyes have not changed. Sirius said eagerly,

"What's going on, Amosta, why did you suddenly appear here, and what happened to that woman and that black shadow just now--"

When Harry mentioned the powerful witch and the black shadow, Harry immediately wanted to say something, but Amosta raised his palm to stop him. His eyes wandered around, and Amosta said calmly,

"This is not a suitable place for chatting. Let's find another place."

"Let's go to our tent, just outside the woods-" Sirius nodded.

"I have to go find someone from the Ministry, Sirius—"

Although he was extremely curious about what he was about to talk about, Mr. Weasley hesitated and asked to leave. For the Ministry of Magic, tonight's disaster has just begun - rescue, investigation, compensation, and elimination of the impact. This series of events is enough to keep the Ministry of Magic busy until Christmas.

"Let's go, I guess it won't be long before the Ministry of Magic will find my head -"

Amosta stepped forward. Wherever he walked, the crowd automatically separated. People hid aside and looked at him with awe, but no one dared to come forward and talk to him.

"Thank you for just now, Krum!"

Hermione nodded gratefully at Krum, and then ran eagerly to keep up with the team, leaving Krum alone standing there feeling lost, staring at the backs of the leaving group of people in silence for a long time. .The campground for spectators looked like an apocalypse.

Although the movement on the other side of the stadium has subsided, it does not mean that it is safe. There are panicked people everywhere packing their luggage and fleeing. Some Ministry of Magic staff scattered everywhere are trying to maintain order, but this cannot be done at all. What effect.

There was an unlucky guy whose apparation magic failed due to panic, and his body split. One leg fell dozens of feet away from the actual torso. He was unable to move on either side and lay on the ground wailing miserably until A Ministry of Magic employee rushed over and helped him recover.

Seeing this scene, Sirius and the others looked grave. No one knew how many people had been injured and how many had lost their lives in tonight's riot.

A group of people filed into the tent, and Sirius led them to the back garden. It wasn't until Amosta sat down that everyone took their seats one after another.The atmosphere was dull. Although they had just witnessed a duel that could go down in history, no one was happy about it.

thump--
Amosta placed the grapevine wand on the table in front of him. This strange-shaped wand immediately attracted awe-inspiring looks from everyone. Although the mysterious witch was defeated by Amosta tonight, , the sense of oppression that the witch brought to them was still incomparable.

"Where's Remus? He's not with you?"

Amosta rubbed his brows tiredly, and suppressed Vitia Cliona in a head-on confrontation. Amosta also used his full strength.

"Before Arthur came to support us, he happened to see Remus kill a wizard in a cloak. He was seriously injured. Arthur asked his colleagues to take Remus to St. Mungo's."

Thinking that Remus, who had just been discharged from St. Mungo's, was admitted to the hospital again, a glimmer of darkness flashed in Sirius's eyes.

Amosta nodded, took his hand away from his eyebrows, and noticed that Harry was looking at him eagerly, so he nodded to him and smiled,
"Is there something you want to tell me, Harry?"

"Professor Blaine!"

When Professor Blaine began to speak, the condensed air finally began to flow. Harry bumped into the chair with a clang and stood up. He put his two hands on the table and said impatiently,

"Who is the witch who wants to take me away? Do you know her?"

Needless to say, this is the most curious question at the moment. From the conversation between Professor Blaine and the witch during the previous confrontation, it can be seen that they must know each other, there is no doubt about it.

"This question is more complicated -" Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Knowing the identity of that witch means nothing to you. All I can tell you is that I have a problem with her. I have been tracking her whereabouts. I didn't expect that she would show up here today."

"I saw her in my dream, Professor, that witch, she was with Voldemort!"

Harry's words immediately caused a sound of air-conditioning to erupt in the garden. Except for Sirius, Hermione, and Ron, the Weasley children were all extremely surprised when they heard Harry pronounce the mysterious man's name.

"Dream?"

Amosta frowned.

"Do you remember the letter Harry wrote to me before, Amosta, when we were just back from the adventure--"

Sirius looked solemn and tried to explain the matter to Amosta in as simple a language as possible. Then, he stared into Harry's eyes tightly.
"Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person, Harry?"

"I swear!"

Harry said eagerly, "The witch and Voldemort appeared in an old house. They were discussing a conspiracy. It seemed, no, they wanted to catch me -"

It wasn't until tonight that Harry remembered some of the things in his dream.

Hermione covered her mouth with worried eyes, while Ron and his brothers and sisters all looked confused.

Professor Brain's calm expression also made the anxiety in his heart dissipate. After swallowing, he gasped and said,

"There is an old man in the old house, he seems to be a Muggle. He should have been killed by Voldemort. Oh, Bertha Jorkins, Voldemort seems to have killed her too!"



(End of this chapter)