Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 759 A timely call

After the explosion in the milky white light screen actually occurred, a red sun suddenly appeared in front of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!

The light screen created by Amosta Brain not only blocked the explosion, but also blocked the heat. However, the Aurors who were still in the cool air could see that the fire waves in the light screen were surging like real magma. , one wave after another desperately impacted the light screen, and the roar of the fire waves that sounded in their ears was like the roar of an evil dragon, making people's minds sway!

The crimson fire wave quickly spread across the pale, and the dazzling light made the Aurors who stopped unconsciously cover their eyes with their palms to prevent their eyes from being stung by the dazzling light.

After another ten seconds, the pale light changed again.

The light and heat generated by the violent explosion have always been firmly bound within the light screen. The small space has increased the power of the explosion to a higher level. Now, this fireball has turned into a blue color like a clear summer sky. At first glance, it is beautiful. It was beautiful, but every Auror could feel its destructive power.

The sweat on Kingsley's temples almost formed a small stream. This was not because of the burning heat, but purely from the cold sweat caused by being frightened.

If Amosta Brain were not here and the power of the explosion could be released, then not even a single living person, not even the rats and cockroaches in the sewers, would be able to survive within the magic barrier that encompassed hundreds of feet!

Amosta, who was only ten feet away from the explosion isolated by the light screen, had his raised hand steady. Except for his hair and clothes that were fluttering in the strong wind, his expression was calm. He just tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the phone. The sound inside.

"--Oh, thank God you finally answered the phone, Frasier!"

On the other end of the phone, a young female voice with a somewhat familiar tone sounded. Although she said thank you, it was not difficult to tell that the owner of the voice was filled with anger when she made the call. She did not even hear it. , the man who just said 'Hello' to her was not the Fraser she was familiar with.

The fine white smoke is continuous, like a curtain suddenly appearing on the river. Kingsley and his colleagues stared blankly at this scene until the flowing cold wind completely cooled the river water and diluted the shapeless curtain, and then they slowly recovered.

"Hello, ma'am——"

"Mr. Blaine——"

"--I'm in Cokeworth, yes, that's the place, my name"

Kingsley saw Blaine suddenly lift his wrist, and then, the blue fireball in front of him that was trapped by the magic shield jumped up into the sky with a gorgeous tail flame, and under everyone's attention, it seemed like The meteor-like fire ball drew a comet-like trajectory in mid-air, broke through the magic barrier, and fell into the smelly river in the distance.

Amosta paused for a moment,

"Oh, I'll tell you when you see me--"

The girl on the other end of the phone shouted angrily,

The phone seemed to have been cut off suddenly and was silent for a long time. Just when Amosta was about to greet her again, the girl spoke again, her calm voice filled with vigilance and sternness.

"Who are you? You are not Fraser. You are one of those guys who bewitched him, right?"

Du--du--du--

Kingsley, who had some knowledge of Muggle technology, knew that the person on the other end of the phone had interrupted the conversation.

"I haven't been home for Christmas for several years. I called you at least two hundred times, and only this one got through. I don't understand why you didn't call the police if you were scared. Oh, if you don't want to pick me up. Why didn't you answer the phone call from your parents? Do you know that three days ago, my mother fell while walking alone on the road. Her leg was broken and she is still living in the hospital. She only But I want to see you and her son."

Amosta narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Why don't you speak?!"

Buzz--

A faint blue light swept across the bottom of the river in an instant, and then, within a radius of nearly a mile, the river water rolled violently, and white smoke rose up, as if it had been boiled.

The Aurors scattered around gathered around in despair. Kingsley moved his dry and cracked lips and spoke in a hoarse, low voice.

Amosta was thinking about why he felt familiar with the voice on the phone. It was this familiarity that made him alert and did not say his name or ask the other party's name.

Kingsley's call brought him back to his senses. Amosta looked at Kingsley and the sweaty Aurors. He smiled at them.

"No one was hurt, right?"

"No--" Kingsley whispered,

"It's all thanks to you, otherwise the Auror Office would be completely destroyed, and we might not even have the chance to go to St. Mungo's to heal."

"Don't say that, Kingsley--"

Amosta looked gentle,

"You follow my suggestions, and I should help you avoid these risks, ah. Of course, as you can see, we have done nothing in vain-"

"What the hell is going on, Mr. Blaine?"

Kingsley's heart still palpitated when he thought of the explosion just now, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, that's obviously not-"

Amosta turned around and looked at the house that had been swept away by the strong wind, leaving only a pile of messes and broken walls.

"Our actions were predicted. The murderer knew that we would probably find some way to find the Muggle who delivered the package for him and made preparations in advance. He is such a cute little clever guy and wanted to give us a surprise. So, let me see look--"

Under the attention of everyone, Amosta raised his wand again. His movements of waving the wand seemed to be directing a symphony performance, his movements were elegant and full of rhythm.

The sun finally sets below the horizon, and the city lights and pale moon take over.

As the wand was circling, a strange breeze began to blow up, as if a black hole had appeared on the site of the original house. It was attracting something from all around. As time passed, it turned from yellow to dim. Under the illumination of the street lights, the house site gradually glowed, forming a clear picture.

The first thing that unfolded in front of them was the scene where the Inferi exploded. Looking at it again, the Aurors who had experienced many battles were still shaken. They secretly stared at the back of Brian who was casting a spell, and their eyes were full of reverence. Overflowing.

Time is flowing backwards at a speed hundreds of times faster than normal time.

However, there was not much valuable information in the images projected in the air. During the more than ten minutes of retrieval, no suspicious persons appeared near the house, and no one walked into the house. There was only one man in work clothes. The government employee knocked on the door from door to door, seemingly to register the person's check-in information. After knocking on the door of this room and getting no response, he left directly and walked to the house next door.

Until the end of the flashback, the house was still quietly located in an ordinary corner of the refugee area without any problems, but Amosta moved his brows.

"Normally, you shouldn't only be able to see these days. The traces have been removed. It's interesting--"

Amosta was not angry at all, but smiled with interest.

"I have to say, this call came at a really good time. I guess we will get some valuable information from the Muggle girl who will come here later -"

(End of this chapter)