Homecoming from Hogwarts

Suddenly a dark wind blew up in the desolate courtyard, and the weeds half a person's height bent in the wind. The chill in the wind diluted the heat contained in the pale sunlight. Louise, who was fascinated by the grass, shivered. After a few moments, he subconsciously hugged his arms.

The banging sound of 'dong, dong' in the white building was still going on rapidly, and there was a hint of hysteria in the sound.

Amosta stepped out of the corridor and walked towards the round building with a pointed tower. His flying robe made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the dense grass. For some reason, looking at Amosta's suddenly taller back, he felt a smile on his face. Yi Si suddenly had an illusion in her heart. There seemed to be a thick barrier between this man and the surrounding environment, as if he came from another world.

Kingsley glanced at Louise, keeping his right arm weirdly straight, and followed quickly.

"Hey, wait a minute I-"

Louise suddenly came to her senses, and after letting out a guilty cry, she ran over again and grabbed Amosta's sleeve.

As expected, this building standing alone in the center of the huge courtyard does indeed appear to be a confinement room. The narrow internal radius and the doors and windows set away from the sun maintain the sense of claustrophobia inside to the greatest extent. When his vision turned from bright to the dark inner space, even Amosta's vision was blurred for a few seconds.

Boom, boom, boom——
When she saw what the strange noise was and the person who made it, Louise, who was frightened by the sound, couldn't help but have surprise and confusion on her face.

The cylindrical room has a clear view. Most of the space on the ground is covered with withered weeds picked up from the courtyard. There are many scattered objects on the 'grass', such as those that have been soaked in muddy water and then dried in the sun. A coat, a flattened square iron box with many pits used as a food box, and a hammer. But the hammer head and hammer handle are separated——
Half-kneeling on the grass is an unkempt man. Judging from the tangled gray hair, he should be an older man. He is just like the people Louise saw outside the Cokeworth Industrial Area who have no life. The source is like a beggar, with disgusting dirt attached to every inch of skin exposed to the air.

Louise finally figured out what that thumping sound was.

The beggar in the solitary room was holding a shotgun in his hand. He was frantically hitting the wooden butt of the shotgun on the concrete floor of the room. His movements were mechanical but powerful.

At first glance, it was obvious that the old man who was crazy had a dull look on his face, but the pair of turbid pupils embedded in his dirty face were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his bulging pupils were fixed on the ground, swinging again and again. He picked up the heavy gun butt and smashed it down hard.

"What are you doing."

Louise was stunned, she asked blankly.

Louise's voice was very soft. Her question was not that she expected this seemingly crazy beggar to explain his ridiculous menstruation, but she was just muttering to herself in astonishment. Then, the beggar in the solitary room was extremely sharp, and when the wind blew the grass, Among the rustling, Louise's unclear voice was immediately captured.

The beggar suddenly raised his head and stared at the three uninvited guests who had entered his habitat without invitation with his bloodshot eyes.

It only took two breaths for the light from those eyes that had lost their mind to go from frightened to confused to fierce. Then, in the blank gaze of Louise, who still couldn't figure out the situation, the beggar with a ferocious expression appeared. He raised his gun decisively, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun that exuded the aura of death at Amosta Brain!
"Be careful!!!"

Louise only had time to shout out the word in a frightened and shrill voice. She didn't even have time to throw Amosta aside, with her arms hanging leisurely and naturally--
boom!
Under the blue sky and white sun, a gunshot resounded through the wilderness, startling countless birds that were dormant and pecking at grass seeds!
call---
The wind that was wandering in the courtyard suddenly became fierce, and the smoke and dust stirred up by the fishy wind filled the air, blurring the pale sunlight.

Less than ten feet in front of Amosta, a barrier appeared at some point.

This transparent barrier is both like ripples on the water and like the air that has changed its properties and become extremely viscous.

A hot round iron bead still emitting a faint red light hovered in the center of the barrier, rippling with the slightly undulating barrier like a fallen leaf floating on the water, but it could not advance any further.

pat-
Looking at the bullet that no longer had kinetic energy and the transparent ripples that bound the bullet, Louise, whose hair was messed up by the wind, pushed Amosta's arms and fell down with a sound. Silently, her face Pale without a trace of blood. Silent casting and wandless casting——
Kingsley looked at Amosta Blaine with great admiration, his hands empty and his face expressionless.

He wasn't sure whether Amosta's magic barrier was the Iron Armor Curse, or some more advanced white magic of protection. But even if it was the Iron Armor Curse, just with this hand's silent casting and wandless casting, his attainments were great. It's not something he can compare to.

Kingsley glanced at Louise, whose mouth was quietly open, and after hesitating for a moment, the wand slipped into his palm.
"Expelliarmus--"

With a snap, the shotgun in the Ranger's hand left his grasp and fell into Kingsley's hand.

The funny expression of the homeless man in the solitary room was not much better than that of Louise. He still kept his gun raised motionless, with a dumbfounded expression.

But as time went by, the stupid astonishment on the wanderer's face disappeared, and panic gradually filled his cloudy eyes, as if he had recalled some horrific memories. This fear was so intense that it As for his skinny body, he also began to tremble. At a certain moment, the wanderer suddenly let out a strange roar like a jackdaw, and the whole person suddenly shrank to the wall.

The wanderer hid his head in his arms and shivered, his constant whining sobs making people feel pitiful.

"This man——" Kingsley said hesitantly.

"I think you're right, Kingsley--"

Amosta nodded slightly, looking into the situation of the homeless people with his eyes as deep as the abyss.
"Suffered some torture, probably the Cruciatus Curse——"

Amosta and Kingsley left Louise's side one after another. Amosta stood in front of the wanderer, leaning slightly,
"Mr. Pastore?"

The Ranger didn't respond. He hugged his head tightly and didn't dare to look at Amosta and Kingsley.

With a heavy sigh, Amosta held the wand that fell from his palm and pointed at the top of the wanderer's head soothingly. With a burst of milky white light that was faintly blue, Onisto Pastore's The shaking of his body suddenly stopped, and his entire body lay flat unconsciously, slowly floating in the air, with only a pair of lifeless eyes still open.

Amosta didn't care how this move crushed Louise's broken world view at the door. He looked down and looked into Pastore's eyes. The next second, his eyes suddenly glowed with purple light!

(End of this chapter)