Hogwarts Homecoming

"Obviously I'm already very cautious, but I don't know when it will start, it seems that everyone knows who the 'Golden Viper' is—"

Amostar smiled self-deprecatingly.

"We paid a terrible price to find you."

Vitya's tone was full of apology. She seemed to want to apologize for approaching Amosta in this way, but Amosta didn't give her a chance to speak. He turned around and left, walking steadily. Walking towards the stairs, until the figure completely disappeared, there was an indifferent voice from the dark hole,

"Change the place, Ms. Corona, I don't want to fight with people here, especially with a powerful wizard like you."

The two turned their backs on the lights of the city and walked eastward to the wilderness in the suburbs. Vitia followed Amosta. When they passed an arch bridge over a small river, she noticed that Amosta Bryan's footsteps knocked. He stumbled, almost subconsciously looking at the slow-flowing river, but soon, he calmed down and continued to walk forward with steady steps.

The two walked silently for a long time, until the road leading to the outside of the city turned into a crooked wild path, Amosta stopped. He took out his wand from nowhere and swung it violently, powerfully driving The animals lurking in the shadows were ordered to flee in a panic from this land that might suffer.

"Tell me, Ms. Corona—"

As a burst of brilliant fire rolled over Amosta's body, the short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans he was wearing disappeared, replaced by a slightly old dark green wizard robe.

The bad mood reflected on the face is a lazy smile,

"How did you find out that the Golden Viper is Amosta Bryan? I don't think the painful price you said would be a lot of Galleons?"

"Birdography, Mr. Blaine."

In the wilderness, the hundreds of millions of stars hanging in the night and the bright moon are the only sources of light. Vitia, exuding a 'natural breath', seems to be integrated with the surrounding environment.

"Divination?" Amosta looked absurd,

"I remember that I once cast some protective spells on myself. Those spells can prevent me from being targeted by positioning or some inexplicable curses. Miss Corona, you are lying."

"Divination and sacrifice—"

Vitia no longer has the expression of the ancient well without waves, and there is some depression and pain in the drooping eyes,

"You are a powerful wizard, Mr. Blaine. In order to find out the true identity of the 'Golden Viper', a respectable elder gave his life for this."

"It's really touching."

Amosta sneered, but his eyes were extremely sinister,

"What is it for, Miss Corona, if my mind is not confused, I remember that I should have never had any grievances with the Druids, so that I inherited the name of 'Criona' , the honorable 'Master Sacrifice' does not hesitate to approach me in this way?"

"We need your help, Mr. Blaine."

Vitia raised her head, she aimed at Amosta with her eyes that were as pure as emerald starlight, and said in a sincere voice without seeming to notice the chill that lingered around him

"Since you have heard of us, you must know our grievances with the Holy See, Mr. Blaine, for many centuries, we have traveled to many countries in Europe and America, only hoping to find a pure land where we can live. But those priests who do evil things in the name of faith have never stopped killing us—"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Amosta continued to sneer,

"Could it be that you want me to take you into the Vatican and kill the Pope?

In that case, I have someone who can recommend. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is an old guy who is more powerful than me, and has a high status and a kind heart. Presumably, he will definitely I feel pity for your poor situation, and maybe I am willing to help you. "

Vetia obviously wouldn't take Amosta's sarcasm seriously, she has a heavy historical responsibility, and with a calm heart, she won't be easily shaken.

"We don't want any innocent people to be involved in our fierce ideological conflict with the Holy See, Mr. Blaine. For many centuries, we have used our own strength to guard our beliefs. Even if we are dying, we have never thought of resorting to The power of the wizard, but"

Amosta was not in the mood to listen to these endless histories, so he interrupted Vitia directly,

"Your purpose, and the reason why you came to me, Lord Sacrifice, this is what I want to hear."

"We want to open Merlin's ruins, Mr. Blaine. There is a legendary item that originally belonged to the Druids. With its power, maybe we can have a peaceful place to hide."

"Merlin's remains?"

Amosta narrowed his eyes and asked in an uncertain tone,

"Do you want to open the black stone tower built by Merlin in the underground world of Knockturn Alley?"

Before Vitia could give a clear answer, Amosta suddenly thought of something and frowned,

"I have received some reminders. Someone told me that in the first half of the year, a group of forces that had never appeared appeared in the underground world. They had issued a commission to explore magical relics, but it ended without a problem. After that, they began to inquire about My identity-"

"It must have been Mr. Cacus Foley's message to you—"

Vitia smiled slightly, "We only posted commissions with him, and we also noticed that he seems to be very interested in our origins."

This is a woman who is difficult to deal with—this thought arose in Amosta's mind, no matter in terms of strength or wisdom.

As the conversation continued, Amosta was not as angry as he was at the beginning, but he still didn't like this priestess who approached him by unscrupulous means, but he was troubled by being entangled by such a person.

"We don't know exactly what exists in that mysterious black tower in the underground world, but the final resting place of Merlin is not there, Mr. Blaine—"

Vitia raised her right hand, the light blue bracelet on her slender wrist exuded a burst of dazzling brilliance, and then turned into a staff formed by intertwining two thick vines, Amo Star can clearly feel the powerful mana and vitality from this oddly shaped staff.

Vitia picked up the cane, used the void as a curtain, and drew something. After a while, a white picture scroll unfolded in the void.

In the picture similar to the TV screen is a very old priestess, her eyes and hair are exactly the same color as Vitia, she is in a primeval forest that Amosta has never seen before, the old priest stands in a gray and white On the altar, the cane in Vitia's hand was held high.

As the ancient and mysterious chants resounded through the jungle, the dark emerald branches and leaves of the vigorous ancient trees around the altar bloomed with green fluorescence, black mist rose from the ground, and those faint rays of light and mist seemed to be drawn from all directions. In front of the old priest, a blurred light and shadow gathered.

The outline of light and shadow gradually became clear, a strange golden snake revealed the untouched virgin forest, and the face of the old priest on the altar suddenly turned pale, spitting blood from the mouth.

And after seeing the strange snake, Amosta's eyes were stunned, and he finally understood how he was targeted

ps: As a special note, this book will not take out the Holy See to describe anything, and it is a bit jumpy for HP colleagues to write this.