Homecoming from Hogwarts

Dumbledore's voice of approval resounded across the snowfield, causing many of the wizards who followed to stop Amosta to look at each other. It also made the leader, Vip Dregern, look sinister. He pursed his lips and gasped a few times.

"I think Dumbledore must be crazy!"

"So be it."

When Fox's tail feathers burned into flames between heaven and earth, Amosta smiled,
"I think it might not take much time. You can wait for me here. Of course, it would be wiser to go to a tavern in a nearby town to drink a glass of whiskey to warm up."

No one wants to leave, of course.

If they couldn't prevent Amosta Brain from entering Nurmengard, then at least they couldn't miss the 'Battle of the Century'.

After one last glance at the silent crowd, Amosta turned around and prepared to march towards Nurmengard.

"and many more!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and Amosta looked at Louise and asked with his eyes.

Attracting the attention of so many wizards, Louise immediately became nervous. She felt her heartbeat beating like a wild horse. She swallowed and tried to adjust her breathing. Looking at Amosta on the hill, Louise took a deep breath,

"Well, you have to be careful."

Amosta raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then Louise nodded,

"I heard from Kingsley what the Dark Lord named Grindelwald did."

The tone paused for a moment, and Louise smiled sadly,

"You have to come back safely. I--I also heard how you dealt with Muggles who saw magic, so...if-"

The fluttering snowflakes fell on the hair of this ordinary yet extraordinary Muggle girl. She raised her pale face, and her eyelashes were hung with crystal water droplets condensed by her breath.
"If I'm going to lose my memory, then I want you to do it yourself."

The corners of Amosta's mouth moved, as if he wanted to smile, but he couldn't.

The reporters who came to witness everything were so excited that they almost shouted loudly. They raised their cameras and pointed them at Amosta and Louise and took pictures wildly. In order to find an angle, Louise's colleagues in the wizarding world turned black. All the VIPs were pushed aside.

"it is good."

Finally, Amosta nodded, and he turned to look at the excited reporters, with a warning in his joking,

"Please stop broadcasting this part."

While the reporters were still wondering what this sentence meant, Amosta turned around and finally took steps again.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly became fierce. On the vast snowfield, the howling evil wind rolled up waves of floating snow, blurring everyone's sight.

Amosta walked slowly and steadily, approaching Nurmengard step by step.

Rumble!
The sudden resounding thunder under the gloomy sky made everyone look at them in astonishment. I don't know when, a layer of lower and darker lead clouds appeared under the gloomy clouds, and the clouds were flashing with dizzying thunder light. , a thunderstorm seemed to be brewing.

There was a thunderstorm in Nurmengard, which was still not out of the cold winter. This thing was really weird.

Looking up at the thunderclouds that hung over them, seemingly following Amosta Braine's footsteps as they approached Nurmengard, Vip Dreghan felt heavy in his heart. In a trance, he seemed to see European magic. The world will once again be plunged into the turbulent war years.

Squeak!

I don't know how much time passed, but Amosta, who was surrounded by snow, finally stood in front of the dark iron gate. He swept the snow off his body and looked up at the words "For the greater good" engraved on the cold castle. ’, directly opened the door of this prison.

As if a sound-isolating magic had been exerted, stepping into this place exiled from the world, the whistling of the wind and snow immediately became looming, the huge yard was lifeless, and there was deathly silence all around. The door to the main castle is open, and the luxurious decorations and past ambitions are buried deep under the ice and snow.

Instead of rushing upstairs, Amosta stood in the dripping and frozen entrance hall, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The decay pouring into his nose seemed to take him back to half a century ago, when he saw the flames of war spreading. To the wizards all over the world who are now reduced to withered bones in their graves.

Although that dream was arrogant, there was no doubt that they were the masters of that period of history and deserved the little respect that came to his mind.

Nurmengard has no guards.

The owner of this castle and the only prisoner in this prison voluntarily stayed here. I don’t know, was it the thwarted dream or betrayal that destroyed him?

The spiral staircase leading to the top of the tower was also covered with a thick layer of ice. When Amosta stepped on the spiral staircase, the ice under his feet melted into snow water, nourishing the bones that had been dormant for many years in the gaps between the bricks and stones. seed.

Amosta walked very slowly. He stopped from time to time and looked at the white-capped mountains. There were no seasons, no time, and loneliness was the eternal theme of Nurmengard.

Wow.
The ice on the spiral staircase was melted by Amosta, and the snow water turned into a stream and washed the stone steps that restored their deep color. The clattering sound inexplicably gave Nurmengard some life.

Da da da--
Stepping on the wet stone steps, Amosta quickened his pace and quickly climbed to the top of the building.

A short and narrow platform led to a room with a wooden door at the end. After pausing for a moment, Amosta took out his hand from his coat pocket and walked towards the room.

The rusty door shaft rotated slowly, making a sharp and piercing noise. The hard and obscure force made the thin door panel tremble. The moment the door was opened, a stream of air blew Amosta's gray hair.

The stone room in front of me is not too narrow. It is about half the size of Amosta's office at Hogwarts. However, the walls, rough desks and newspapers stacked under the wooden bed take up too much space. It makes the room look very narrow.

There is more than one person in the room.

An old man was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading the newspaper intently. His hair was gray, and under his washed and faded dressing gown, he had an aging body with a jagged frame. He was so thin that one worried that he might collapse in the next second. .

The old man stared at the newspaper with his white-clouded eyes, as if he didn't realize that Amosta had opened his door, nor that there was another person standing in front of him.

Amosta turned his attention to the other person in the room.

This man is also quite old, but compared to the thinly dressed old man, he looks much more respectable.

He was wearing a dark gray woolen coat. His half-grey hair and two beards under his nose were neatly trimmed. Although his square eyes inlaid with gold wire showed his elegance and gentleman, they could not hide his brown color. That trace of madness deep in his eyes.

Click——
Amosta walked into the room. He did not look at the old man sitting on the edge of the bed reading the newspaper, but looked at the wizard who was bowing in front of him. His face was calm, but his voice was brisk.

"Mr. Augusta Laman, is that right?"

Adam Vogel, who had many faces and identities, did not look at Amosta. However, under Amosta's gaze, he took off his glasses and slowly knelt down on one knee towards Gellert. ·Grindelwald, with his extremely pious expression and enthusiastic voice, is like a believer worshiping the Holy Lord,

"Adam has done your bidding."

He said.

(End of this chapter)