Homecoming from Hogwarts

The wind roared dully under the low lead clouds, and the sky was so gloomy that even the heavy snow covering the world could not make it brighter.

Everything here is so desolate. In the distance, the mountains covered with white snow stand on the earth, and there is a dead silence in the silence. There are only a few dead trees in the nearby wilderness, and the cold wind is as sharp as a sword in the wilderness. The scratching seemed to wipe out all the vitality in this world.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Suddenly, the soothing but steady sound of stepping on the snow came from the eternal howling of the wind. This strange sound gave the lonely world an extra vitality. Under the hole of a dead tree on the hillside, there was a bird of the same color as the snow. His paws pushed aside the snow that sealed the entrance of the cave, and his ruby-like eyes were glued to the entrance of the snow cave, looking out curiously.

A rabbit.
Amosta stopped and glanced at the tree hole, smiled, and stepped onto the top of the gentle slope.

Looking back on the way he came, the town that had been repaired all day and night had turned into a blurry and almost invisible black spot in his field of vision. The cotton-like snowflakes falling in the sky had covered the footprints when he came, and only the nearby ones were still there. clear and distinct.

"We've come so far."

Amosta smiled mockingly to himself, and then his smile faded and he looked forward, looking at the black tower standing on the edge of the cliff that endured the loneliness of being forgotten by the world.

Towers line up in rows, and through the majestic castle, one can vaguely glimpse the arrogance of the past.

"Nurmengard"

Amosta smiled again, his laughter full of emotion. He took his hand out of the pocket of his coat, put it to his lips and took a few breaths.
"Oh my gosh, it's so cold here. I don't want to live here when I retire."

Amosta was talking to himself, looking at the tallest black tower. He seemed to see something vaguely.

After a short stay, Amosta was about to take another step. Nurmengard had already appeared in his sight. He could have just apparated there, but for some unknown reason, Amosta He didn't do that, but chose to walk through it step by step.

Just when the step Amosta raised again was about to hit the ground, he seemed to feel something and pulled back the step he took, raising his brows and looking behind him.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of crisp sounds suddenly sounded on the snowfield, and in the falling snow, a group of people appeared not far behind Amosta, and the noise they made when they appeared was carried away by the wind in the wilderness. In the distance, the falling snow on the recently emerged mountain peaks was shaken by the sound waves, and there were obvious faults in the snow coat covering the surface.

The group of people also quickly discovered Amosta Brain on the small slope. Without any further delay, they supported each other and hurriedly walked through the snow with difficulty.

"Wait, Blaine!"

Before they even got close, the leader had already shouted.

"Oh my god."

Looking at the large group of panting people at the foot of the hill, Amosta exclaimed in small surprise,
"There are so many people here, but what are you doing?"

There were about a hundred or ten people who appeared at the foot of the hill. Kingsley led a group of Aurors from the British Auror Office, a group of people came from the German Ministry of Magic, and another group of people with different skin colors and looks but wore the same clothes. of wizards from the International Confederation of Wizards.

Amosta even saw a few reporters holding cameras, and even Louise stood next to Kingsley and looked at him with worry.

"What are we here for?"

The leader is another vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards who presides over specific affairs, Amosta's 'old friend', Vip Dregern.

Vip's current expression can simply be described as furious. Although Vip used to be very skilled, at this age he heard the 'bad news' and traveled such a long way, and he couldn't hide the tiredness in his brows and eyes, but he still yelled at Amosta angrily.

"Of course we are here to stop you from making a big mistake, Brian, do you know what you are doing, do you know what your actions will lead to!"

"Of course I know, Vip--"

Amosta said with a smile.

"You know-"

Vip almost cursed, but fortunately, the tolerance he had developed over many years of paying close attention to his self-image saved him.

Vipu's eyes were filled with red threads, and he tried hard to control his temper.

"Maybe you already think you are invincible, Brian, that's why you have the courage to challenge him, but I have to tell you, Brian, the most dangerous wizard in the history is imprisoned in New Mengadri. I miss you. You have never heard of his story, and you don’t know the harm he has caused to the world. This is definitely not comparable to the guy you call him the mysterious man. If you want to use him to prove your authority and strength, Brian, you are undoubtedly doing something stupid!"

Vip Delegon simply didn't give Amosta a chance to speak.

"Now that the murderer who persecuted your student has been caught, and he is dead, then this matter ends here. It's time for you to vent your anger, right? Brian, don't let things get out of hand! "

"You seem to think I'm here to challenge the owner of this castle?"

Amosta tilted his head and looked at Vip with interest.

"Is not it!"

Vip roared anxiously. "I think there must be some misunderstanding--"

Amosta smiled and looked down the hillside, looking up at the faces with worry and awe.

"I want to enter Nurmengard because I believe that the person who planned the attack on Hermione Granger is currently holed up inside."

"You don't know him well enough, Blaine!"

Vip gasped and shouted,

"Although he is evil, he will not deliberately embarrass a little witch. That is not in line with his pride."

"I'm not referring to Gellert Grindelwald,"

Amosta said calmly,

"It's Anton Vogel's grandson, Adam Vogel, who I think is holed up in that castle at the moment."

This sentence indeed surprised many people, but Kingsley had a clear understanding in his eyes, and he understood why Amosta wanted to come to Nurmengard.

"Anyway--"

There were so many things that needed to be settled that day and night, and Vip had no time to understand all the situations. Suddenly, Amosta mentioned the old President Vogel, which made him shocked. He also heard that Brian was not here just to talk to Guy. He was a little relieved, but still said firmly,

"No matter what, Brian, you can't enter Nurmengard. You have no right to do so. No wizard has ever entered that castle for half a century!"

"I guess I should still be the vice-president of the International Confederation of Wizards."

"We have no rights either, Blaine."

Vip said in a stiff tone,

"The only one who has the qualifications to step into this place and authorize others to enter is Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore
Amosta looked at Kingsley, and Kingsley shook his head subtly.

Kingsley complied with his instructions and did not report anything to Dumbledore alone. However, what happened in the suburbs of Berlin the night before had been widely reported. With Dumbledore's connections, he must know more than him and Dumbledore. The German Ministry of Magic releases more limited information to the general public.

"In that case——"

Amosta sighed helplessly, which made Vip and the people behind him immediately tense up. It turned out that just relying on the number of people could not stop Amosta Blaine.

"Fox!"

After a clear drink, a ball of brilliant sparks suddenly exploded from the top of Amosta's head. Amidst the rumble of the avalanche, Fox raised his head and let out a crisp cry.

Louise's eyes widened in the crowd, and she looked at the beautiful bird resting on Amosta's shoulder, her eyes full of love.

"what is that?"

Louise tilted her head and asked in a low voice, but Kingsley didn't answer, just gave her a warning look.

"Pass a message for me, Fox."

Amosta fiddled with Fawkes' beak a few times, looked at Fawkes with ruby-like eyes, and said, "I want to enter Nurmengard, and I need Principal Dumbledore's authorization."

Fox pecked Amosta's cheek affectionately, and the warm magic in Amosta's body made it feel comfortable.

After a high-pitched cry, Fox disappeared from everyone's sight.

Not long after, sparks appeared in the air again, and Fox's tail feathers were burning and swaying as they slowly fell. On the snowfield where the roar became heavier, Dumbledore's slightly strange and hoarse voice rang in everyone's ears,

"I, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, grant Amosta Braine permission to enter Nurmengard."

(End of this chapter)