Homecoming from Hogwarts

The clouds are clearing and the moon is bright, and everything has settled.

In the office, Amosta and Dumbledore were sitting on the sofa, looking at each other.The expressions of the two people were calmer than the other expected. There was no panic, no anger, no excitement and confusion, and some, just a hint of relief after the final answer was revealed.

The open fire in the fireplace was extinguished, and the burnt red charcoal was smoldering. The light from the entrance wall became the only light source in the office.Amosta leaned on the soft sofa, his eyes following the smoke rising from the tea cup, and unconsciously rubbing his chin.

"Is there Polyjuice Potion in the flagon?"

"I agree with you, Amosta -" Dumbledore said calmly,

"That at least means one thing, Alastor. I mean, really he should be alive and he should be hidden away by Fake Moody so that Fake Moody can take his hair whenever he wants. Well, I think Alastor should be in Fake Moody's office, what do you think, Amosta?"

"It is reasonable to speculate——"

Amosta nodded slightly in agreement.His gaze passed through the blurry fog and rested on Dumbledore's old face with a slightly obscure expression, and he couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart.

Alastor Moody has been Dumbledore's friend for many years. However, after learning that his friend was in trouble, Dumbledore acted extremely calm, as if he was not worried about his friend at all, and showed decisiveness and coldness when he needed to When he was young, Albus Dumbledore was not stingy with his reason at all, and this is the most awe-inspiring thing about Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time.

"I do not understand--"

After pondering for a moment, Amosta shook his head, and then looked directly into Dumbledore's blue eyes behind the half-moon mirror frame,
"I remember you once told me that when the dementors who captured Sirius rushed into the campus last year, there was a slight change in my patron saint. At that time, you told me that you were in some kind of You can peek into a person's soul state to a certain extent, Principal Dumbledore, so you shouldn't be deceived by Polyjuice Potion, right? Especially, Professor Moody is still your old friend?"

"I don't want to excuse my mistake, Amosta, but it was a terrible mistake—"

A hint of bitterness that is understandable to ordinary people finally appeared in the corner of Dumbledore's mouth.

"I trust Alastor Moody. He was once my right-hand assistant and staunch supporter. This trust made me take it lightly and let me ignore some of the unusual things that Fake Moody did after entering Hogwarts. behavior, and as for observing the state of a person’s soul—”

Dumbledore paused, his eyes shining in the dimness,

"I do have this ability, but this unusual ability is not as easy as using a summoning spell to get some food from the kitchen. It requires paying some price. Before I clearly see Tom's ending, I hope that I If I can stay healthy, Tom will be proud if he finds out that I am so old that I even need help to walk. As a professor, I hope that I can maintain a basic demeanor in front of my former students--"

Amosta looked deeply at Dumbledore, who had a calm look in his eyes, unsure whether his explanation was a cover-up or the truth.

For a long time, the outside world has been speculating on how much of Albus Dumbledore's old abilities he had.

Since the battle of the century with Grindelwald, outsiders have hardly heard of anyone else Dumbledore wielding a wand with. They think that Albus Dumbledore, who is over a hundred years old, has little ability anymore. They are in awe of him. He was just because Dumbledore was highly respected.

Even some people who were close to Dumbledore only regarded Dumbledore more as a spiritual leader and pillar. They believed in Dumbledore's wisdom rather than his power.

Perhaps Amostar is the person who knows Dumbledore's strength best.

There was always a vague sense of threat in Dumbledore's old body, reminding him that this hundred-year-old legendary wizard was not as weak as outsiders thought. Amosta even suspected that Dumbledore had Some kind of trump card. He kept this trump card just to scare Voldemort or himself.

"Do you think--"

Amosta looked away and asked softly, "Principal Dumbledore, do you think it is necessary for us to find out the identity of the fake Moody?"

"Ah, of course -"

Dumbledore stood up from the sofa, "Although we have formed a tacit understanding on letting Tom get his magic back, at least we have to figure out who we are paying. Come on, Amos. Tower, let’s clear this up—”

The cold night was miserable, and Hogwarts, located on the high ground, had completely fallen into sleep. The only people in the entire castle who seemed to have not rested were the principal of Hogwarts and the director of the Student Safety Office. Of course, those hardworking little ones in the kitchen The elves should also be busy trying to survive.

Dumbledore and Amostar crossed the covered bridge built thousands of feet deep in the sky, walked through the maze-like corridors, and arrived at the tower where Dumbledore's office was located.

In the principal's office, Fox is perched on a golden branch on the brazier, and the portraits of the previous principals hanging on the wall are also sleeping. The office is filled with tinkling, rustling sounds, and the sounds emitted by those weird alchemical equipment. Funny movement.

"Please take a seat, Amosta, we need some help with some props -"

Amostasi sat down in his usual seat, and Dumbledore walked to the bookshelf with vigorous steps, took out a delicate silver instrument from the small compartment on the lower floor, and moved it Arrived at his desk.For some reason, Amosta always felt that there was excitement in Dumbledore's steps, as if Hermione had seen a final exam question that suited her taste.

"Let's see--"

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the instrument lightly. Amosta could feel an obscure wave sweeping across instantly and spreading in all directions, quickly breaking through the principal's office. .

Time stopped for more than ten seconds, and then, without any warning, the instrument began to operate, making a rhythmic tinkling sound. The small silver tube at the top spurted out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered in the air and surrounded Amosta. Standing up naturally, he and Dumbledore both observed the smoke that was getting thicker and more stable, waiting for it to completely take shape.

boom!
And just a second before the answer surfaced, a brighter green light suddenly flashed in the clouds and mist. Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp. He suddenly waved his wand, and the steady smoke interfered with him. The sky suddenly dispersed, and the bright green light also disappeared from the sight of the two people.

"Oh, that's interesting-"

This time, it was Dumbledore who expressed such emotion. He said enthusiastically,
"Very vigilant and careful. I think he was prepared on every level, including his soul -"

Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Amosta, smiled and said,

"This unknown gentleman or lady's method of disguising the soul is very wonderful. I almost touched it, but in my opinion, this does not look like a wizard's technique."

If Amosta couldn't understand Dumbledore's hint, then he would be really stupid. In fact, this was a conclusion that could be reached without much thinking.

After a long moment of silence, Amosta sighed and shook his head.

"Vetia Cliona, she has made up her mind to spend the rest of her life in Azkaban."



(End of this chapter)