Homecoming from Hogwarts

There is no final magic, and the two sides fighting fiercely are strangulating in the most primitive way.

The color of Amosta's eyes has returned to its original brown color. He is exuding a sharp evil spirit like a sharp sword. He is constantly waving his wand to consolidate the form of the fire python and control it to massacre the resisting wizards in the hall. If this scene of his killing was seen by the outside world, I'm afraid that Voldemort's name would fall on Amosta before he could take over from Dumbledore!
This is a holy war!
Believers who are loyal to the 'gods' are willing to sacrifice their lives for their faith and sublimate themselves in the golden flame. Similarly, those 'pseudo defenders' who use their faith as an excuse but actually indulge in evil thoughts, when their lives are seriously threatened, Start to withdraw.

As the battle continues, purgatory descends in the hall, and white bones rise and fall in the flowing magma!

The golden sun that had appeared at the Quidditch World Cup reappeared. Amos Towers stood within a golden fireball condensed by magma, slowly floating in the air under the support of surging magic power, looking indifferently at the survivors below. Base wizards.

Flashes of 'fire' constantly emerged from the surface of the golden blazing sun where Amosta resided. He raised his wand, and the restless 'fire' quickly gathered above the wand as if attracted by something, and finally condensed into a A flaming sword with a dazzling golden handle!

Like a god about to be punished by God, Amosta's indifferent and vast voice resounded through hell, while his infinitely tall body exuded pressure like a torrent of substance.

"I'm only going to say it once,"

Amosta looked down below,

"Drop your wand and be captured, or we'll all die here."

Looking up at the blurry figure in the infinite light and shadow, looking at the hundreds of people who were attacked by hundreds of people without any harm, and having killed most of their compatriots, feeling the burning heat and murderous intent close to the skin, gradually, the resisters became fierce His expression calmed down and he became lost.

A wand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"We can't defeat him." Someone said in despair.

"This is the new god." Someone kneeled on the ground subconsciously, with tears streaming down his face.

Snap, snap, snap.
The wands fell to the ground one after another. Gradually, the rumbling sound in the hall and the sporadic flashes of strange-colored curse light disappeared, leaving only a golden sun slowly sinking to the ground.

Awe, fear, worship.
Amosta landed on the ground with a 'click' sound. He looked around, bathed in the adoring gazes, his expression calm. However, there was a wave of emotion in his heart.

I have to say, it is very tempting to become a god.

But the thought that this was a temptation only existed in Amosta's heart for a short time before it was extinguished and his thoughts returned to reason.

Wow--
As Amosta dropped his wand again, the abandoned wands on the ground made sharp sound of breaking through the air one after another, and were inserted into the intact circle of ground under Louise's feet. The tip of the staff then sprayed out a stream of rope with an anti-Apparition spell, which tightly bound the surviving base wizards.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Blaine."

In the face of reality, someone finally collapsed, fell to the ground and started sobbing.
"I still have kids—"

This seems to have started a clarion call for self-reflection. People are constantly telling Amosta about their innocence, hoping to receive forgiveness from the gods.

"You will receive a fair trial-"

When Amosta started to speak, the noisy hall immediately fell into silence.
"If you are willing to take the initiative to confess your crimes, the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic of various countries will consider mitigating your sentences as appropriate-"

A group of people who had lost their will to resist could not wait to confess. They wanted to come to Amosta and confess immediately, but they did not dare to approach him without permission.

Louise stood frozen on the spot, watching this scene happen, looking at the straight back, and opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

This is all coming to an end.

Amosta turned to look at Louise, his expression became gentler. He waved to her. Louise's body automatically floated up and slowly landed in a position in the hall. She looked at her feet blankly. Lying next to a pile of lava that was solidified but still emitting blazing light, the severely burned man's eyes gradually regained some color.

Angus Aeschylus.

Surprisingly, in the melee just now, this Obscurus, who had been destroyed in advance, was not dead yet, but he only had one breath left.

Obscurus has greater power and a more fragile life.

He had not yet lost consciousness, his hair was burned, and half of his face was severely burned. He still held on for a breath. He looked at Amosta Blaine who was gradually approaching, and let out a "ho ho" laugh, still unhappy. A look of resignation.

Seeing the obscurity of the flower of life dying, a touch of pity appeared in Amosta's brown pupils again. He was also not the final planner of Hermione's incident, but he also had sins that he had to bear.

"Did you kill Frasier Aundair?" Amosta asked. Aeschylus' eyes were slightly confused, as if he had forgotten the name.

"The inferi you left behind in Cokeworth." Amosta said calmly.

Quietly, Aeschylus opened his mouth with difficulty and let out a tearing hoarse voice,
"What did you do for that Muggle?"

"This is the man who killed your brother, Louise."

With a bang, a three-foot-long thorn emerged from the tip of Amosta's wand. He hung the wand upside down and stuffed it into Louise's hand.

"He is the reason why you intervened in the magical world. Kill him and your revenge will be completed."

Louise looked at the fire thorn in her hand, her hand trembling slightly.

"This is Fraser Aundair's sister, Louise Aundair. It's thanks to her help that I was able to find you so quickly,"

Amosta lowered his head and said to Aeschylus, who was staring at Louise,

"She asked me to help her find her brother's killer."

Chichi——
Aeschylus laughed, a huffing laugh that sounded both funny and sad.

"You Blaine, do you want to destroy us as a Muggle?"

"Any questions?"

The murderous aura lingering around Amosta has disappeared, and now he is more like a professor discussing magic knowledge with his students.

"Very-very good"

Aeschylus gasped and laughed. He closed his eyes, as if he remembered something from the past, and a crystal tear fell from the corner of his eye.
"You're good for it, Blaine."

Aeschylus said in a relieved tone,

"Kill me, Louise Aundair, to avenge your brother."

"No!"

Louise woke up suddenly. She took two steps back. The fire thorn slipped from her hand and embedded in the ground.

"No. I don't have this right."

Facing Amosta's inquiring gaze, Louise's face turned pale, her dry lips wriggled, she shook her head slightly, and repeated a little panicked,

"No, I. I don't have this right."

"He would have been sentenced to death anyway."

Louise's refusal made Amosta smile.
"If you don't kill him, you will never enjoy the pleasure of revenge again. Are you sure you want to give up, Louise?"

"I can not!"

Amosta's words made Louise determined. She gasped slightly and looked directly into Amosta's eyes with her clear eyes.
"Now that I have found him, let the wizard's law judge him!"

(End of this chapter)