Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 499
The office of the Dean of Slytherin House and the Potions Professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is underground. Perhaps because of the perennial darkness and humidity, the air is always filled with a vague smell of mold. Coupled with the potion materials of various animals and plants, it is difficult for anyone to fall in love with the smell here.

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Standing outside the office door, Amosta sneezed due to the smell coming out of the crack in the door. He rubbed his nose, grunted dissatisfiedly, and used magic to remove it without knocking. Defense magic for this office.

An eerie green light came out from behind the open door, which was emitted by a pile of medicinal liquid soaked with animal and plant specimens placed beside the wall.Professor Snape turned his head and looked at Amosta expressionlessly.

"I still appreciate your behavior more when you were at Hogwarts, Amosta, you were much more polite than you are now-"

"It was a last resort, Professor -" Amosta put the wand back into his sleeve without changing his expression, "Actually, I don't particularly like red tape."

Snape snorted coldly and continued to grind the lionfish spine into powder in the basin on the table.

It seemed that Professor Snape was indeed in a bad mood. Amosta chuckled. He walked around Professor Snape and walked into the small compartment where potions were stored. He walked with great interest. Looking at various valuable potion ingredients.

"Well, a new batch of goods have arrived?"

Looking at the stuffed pot ingredients, Amosta took out the small glass bottle from the middle and looked at it in the dim light.

"Hiss, gillweed, look at this perfect appearance. It should come from the place of origin, not something cultivated in a bathtub by a bunch of unskilled wizards in Algiers. This plant is expensive!"

"Put down your things, Amosta, I prepared them for the seventh graders who are facing the NEWTS exam."

Snape said coldly without looking back.

All right--
Amosta curled his lips and put the glass bottle back into the distance. His eyes wandered around for a while. Over there, Professor Snape had almost processed the materials for class and was washing his hands in the sink.

"What happened to that woman?"

When Snape returned to the table, he found that Amosta had picked up a bottle of vitality tonic from nowhere. He drank it in several sips and smacked his mouth with intent.

Seeing this scene, Professor Snape's thin lips trembled. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed the urge to provoke others in his heart and suddenly asked a random question.

"I know a lot of ladies, Professor -" Amosta said with a raised brow, "Who are you referring to?"

"The one who made you famous and once surpassed our beloved Headmaster," Snape said calmly, ignoring Amosta's joke.

"The newspaper said that the woman was a dark wizard in Albania. You once tried to send her to prison, but she slipped away. In recent years, trying to find two sentences of truth from the Daily Prophet is better than finding two sentences of truth from the Albanian girl who was lucky enough to escape from Albania. It's even harder to hear the truth from the godson of a criminal who escaped Zkaban."

It took Amosta a few seconds to realize who the 'godson of the criminal who escaped from Azkaban' was referring to. He chuckled a few times and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked,
"Didn't you ask Principal Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore said she knew nothing," Snape stared sharply into Amosta's face, "he told me that only you can answer this question."

"The statement provided in the Daily Prophet comes from me, and part of it is true. I did want to catch her, and she did slip from my hands. However, this did not happen in Albania, and as for any disputes between us, this is a little private secret of mine, Professor——"

There was only one reason why Professor Snape paid attention to Vitia Cliona, and his next words confirmed Amosta's guess.

"That woman serves the Dark Lord, doesn't she?" Snape continued.

"Why is there such a guess?" Amosta pursed his lips and looked into Professor Snape's eyes with inquiring eyes, but the emotions hidden in those dark eyes were still in a fog, which made people confused. Can't see clearly,

"Did Principal Dumbledore reveal something to you?" Amosta thought that Dumbledore had told Snape. That night, Vitia was the first to appear in Harry's box and wanted to take Harry away with great fanfare. , which made Professor Snape guess something. However, judging from the way Professor Snape subconsciously shrank his sleeves after hearing his rhetorical question, this should not be the case.

"The mark had a reaction that night?"

Amosta glanced at Snape's arm, then withdrew his gaze and continued to ask.

Snape's body stiffened for a moment, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid the question. For some reason, he was a little reluctant to discuss the Dark Mark on his arm in front of Amosta, but in the end, he still After overcoming this obstacle, he nodded in an extremely weak arc, and then his tone became gloomy,

"I had just apparated back to the door that night when the mark on my arm reacted violently for the first time in more than ten years. I thought the Dark Lord was hiding in my house--"

Recalling the throbbing mood at that moment, Snape's breathing rhythm unconsciously rippled. He stared at Amosta's calm face and said,

"After checking the house and finding nothing wrong, I immediately rushed to Hogwarts to report to Dumbledore, but Minerva told me that Dumbledore had just received an invitation from the Minister of Magic. He would not be allowed to leave until the next day. , I only learned about what happened the previous night from the newspaper."

Professor Snape looked livid,
"Dumbledore doesn't want to say more, but the Daily Prophet basically reported the duel process between you and that woman and, finally, the wizard you fought against—"

Snape's fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly. He pursed his lips tightly and froze in breathing.

"I know him, Amosta. In his current situation, he will never take risks to plan such an attack that will have no effect. What exactly does he want to do!"

Sirius, Remus and Professor Snape were all elites in the British wizarding world, but they had only smelled a little bit of the trend, and their mentality was unbalanced. It can be imagined how they suffered under Voldemort back then. How much suffering.

Dumbledore didn't want to talk to Snape, probably because he saw that they needed some time to relieve the pressure in their hearts.

"The witch I played against in the stadium was the Dark Lord's new subordinate. I don't know why they got together. Anyway, it was definitely not because of the Dark Lord's charisma. The one who first appeared on the field that night The masked wizard was just brought in by some stupid guy to cause chaos, and Cliona...she wanted to kidnap Harry--"

Snape's face turned pale quietly. This news was something he had not known before.

"--It can be inferred from some evidence that the act of kidnapping Harry on the night of the Quidditch final was not carried out by the Dark Lord himself, but that he took the risk and appeared in the eyes of the crowd just to save him from me. The right assistant he finally recruited--"

When Amosta left the basement, Snape still had a lost expression. He probably expected that the Dark Lord was ready to return to the crowd at all costs, and this also forced him to face the past more than ten years. The past that I have never wanted to face.

In the evening, the light rain started to fall indiscriminately after midnight. The howling wind and waves made Hogwarts feel like it was falling into an abyss. It was so dark outside that nothing could be seen.

Dumbledore had already put on his nightgown and was sitting on the chair behind his desk reading a book. Apart from him, the portraits of the previous headmasters on the wall and Fawkes perched on the golden branches had all fallen asleep.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected Amosta's appearance, but when Amosta threw a pile of materials on his desk, helplessness appeared on his old face. After saying his first words, Principal Dumbledore's expression suddenly turned helpless and stunned.

"Have you ever considered making Hogwarts independent, Headmaster Dumbledore?"







(End of this chapter)