Homecoming from Hogwarts

Pain - never-ending pain shatters all clarity and reason.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and when the light came back, Amosta was already standing in a world full of endless chaos.

Above his head, the dark red and gloomy sky flashed with black lightning from time to time. Below the standing void, there was a rough sea, and the howling wind around him was composed of howls and cries.

Amosta's expression was cold and stern. He stood in the void and quietly looked down at the turbulent ocean below.

This disorderly sea is Pastore's consciousness, and every drop of flowing water in the ocean is the thought that has flashed in his consciousness since he came to the world. However, under the whipping of black thunder and the fierce self-collision of water, , all the thoughts stored in the 'water drop' have been shattered.

Amosta explained the violent sea. For a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the culprit who caused such chaos in the ocean of consciousness.

Taking one step forward, Amosta has appeared at the end of the sea of ​​consciousness. This sea is floating in the boundless void. Beyond the boundary, there is absolute darkness.

A huge vortex comparable to Charybdis in mythology stirs and swallows the entire sea of ​​consciousness. Every second, this vortex is withstanding thousands of thunder whips, which makes the violent vortex itself also Let out a wail of pain.

Amosta frowned slightly. He looked up at the dark red sky and the black thunder derived from nothingness. After thinking for a moment, he slowly raised his right hand and spread his fingers toward the sky in a gesture of support.

Golden flames shot out from the palms and gradually changed their shapes.

Like an umbrella, the golden umbrella expanded in all directions in a very cautious manner, but even so, the world of consciousness where Amosta stood trembled slightly as the flames expanded, and everything within the field of vision They are all in shock.

Amosta's brows frowned more and more. He had to control the flames very carefully to prevent his power from destroying the fragile spiritual world of a Muggle.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time. Finally, a huge fire curtain appeared above Amosta's head. This golden fire curtain completely covered the violent whirlpool under him. However, Amosta's expression But it didn't make it easy.

Those thunders falling from the sky penetrated the protection he created - no, this was not a breakdown, but an inability to interfere.

These black thunders are not formed by magic power, but are spiritual attacks brought about by the evil thoughts contained in the Cruciatus Curse. This is fundamentally a power from a different dimension.

call--
Now that it was confirmed that it was useless, Amosta waved his hand to disperse the flames. He looked up at the black thunder that emerged from the void, squinting as if he was thinking about something.

If it were in the material world, dozens of minutes would have passed, and Amosta, who had been silent, finally took action again.

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were brought together and placed between his eyebrows - a transparent, clear water-like substance flowed out at an extremely slow speed from the place where the fingers and forehead were attached.

This seemed to be a very difficult thing for Amosta, to 'pull' this power out of his spiritual body that he had never used before. The 'clear spring' flows very slowly, and tends to return to Amosta's spiritual body instinctively. However, with Amosta's insistence, the transparent material forming the 'canopy' finally covered less than half of it. A vortex.

However, Amosta was also exhausted. This was not due to lack of strength, but because using the power of the soul was not something Amosta could do in his current state.

However, the defensive effect of the power of the soul against the attacks of evil thoughts is immediate. Those vicious black thunders hit the transparent canopy like rain, let alone penetrate it, not even a ripple can be splashed, and the bottom is always whipped. The whirlpool was also able to breathe.

The churning speed of the vortex slowed down, which made the roaring water only the harsh wailing sounds a little regular. Amosta, who had stopped forcing the power of the soul to leave the spiritual body, squinted his eyes and listened carefully.

"Asshole! Stop it, you bastard, get out of Valeria, please don't do that - stop!"

Listening to the repeated plea, accompanied by the cruel laughter and the girl's cry, a cold light that pierced the heart flashed from Amosta's narrowed eyes.

"Mr. Blaine!"

Although a long time was spent in the spiritual world, only a few seconds passed in the outside world. Kingsley saw the bent Amosta take a step back and straighten up. Guessing what he was doing, he immediately asked,
"What did you find-"

"Very limited, Kingsley—"

The light in Amosta's eyes dissipated, and he shook his head solemnly.
"As I said before, Mr. Pastore was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. The mental power of Muggles is very fragile, and his consciousness was completely shattered." Kingsley's eyes fell on his expressionless face. On Pastore's face, his eyes were mixed with sympathy, and at the same time, his mood also darkened.

"This sounds like what happened to the Longbottoms. St. Mungo's couldn't get them back to normal even after more than ten years -"

"But it's not without gain--"

Amosta also heard about the torture Neville's parents suffered. His eyelids moved slightly, and he suddenly had an idea. However, now was not the time to think about it. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded in the small room. The voice was very young, but the laughter was full of cruelty. This was the torturer Amosta heard in Pastore's sea of ​​consciousness just now. The voice left behind by the wizard. Even if his consciousness is shattered, the fear and hatred of this voice are still rooted in the depths of Pastore's sea of ​​consciousness, almost engraved into his soul.

Facing Kingsley's slightly confused look, Amosta said,

"I guess the owner of this voice will not be that Field Wittelsbach, but there is no doubt that he should be at the core of the group that studies magic that Frasier belongs to. If we are lucky enough, he Maybe it'll be the one sent to Hermione--"

"Angus Aeschylus."

Amosta is going to ask Kingsley to arrange for his Aurors to take this 'recording' and go to the guys who are involved in the smuggling business to compare it with their memories. If they are lucky, maybe this It was the man who secretly sneaked into England and sent a package to Hermione.

Even if not, he would have to ask Kingsley to send the unfortunate Mr. Pastore to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies. If no new clues jumped into their sight, then, waiting to investigate those 'cursed masters' Before the results come out, he can try to join forces with Dumbledore to dig out more clues from Pastore's memory.

And then--
"Angus Aeschylus--"

Ever since she saw Amosta Blaine blocking the bullet, Louise's world view suddenly collapsed. She stood blankly at the door, watching Amosta wave a small stick, and let the world go by like magic. The Wanderer fell silent and floated in mid-air. She listened to the conversation between Amosta and Kingsley--
Muggles, Cruciatus Curse, shattered consciousness, cruel laughter ringing in the ears--
The strong sense of absurdity even made Louise faint. She held on to the door and struggled to stay standing, staring deeply at the two magicians who seemed to have ignored her?
Some thoughts appeared in Louise's mind, and at the same time, she also recalled some things.

Angus Aeschylus?

Amosta and Kingsley looked at each other, and at the same time turned their attention to Louise.

Looking at the pale girl at the door, Amosta sighed slightly in his heart. He could fully imagine the kind of torture this girl's soul had suffered at this moment.

Amosta looked calm, and a little pity quickly dissipated in his heart. Since Louise insisted on seeing the truth, she had to bear the cruelty of the truth.

"Sorry, Louise--"

Amosta turned to face Louise and asked calmly,
"The name you just mentioned——"

Although the list of stowaways sent by the Aurors was very long, both Amosta and Kingsley had memorized it by heart. They both realized that the name Louise revealed out of the blue came from that list.
"Does it have any special significance?"

Amosta asked.

"so--"

Louise did not answer Amosta's question. She stared directly at Amosta Blaine. The look in his eyes no longer had the shyness and charm before, but was strange and cold. ,
"The magic that Frasier is after exists, right?"

Louise clenched her fists tightly, her shoulders trembling slightly as she stared at the silent two,
"Please answer my question, Mr. Blaine!"

(End of this chapter)