Hogwarts Homecoming

Weeping because of Voldemort's defeat?

If you think so, it's a bit too far-fetched. Although you haven't experienced that cruel war years, but what kind of guys are those self-proclaimed 'Death Eaters' wizards who followed Voldemort? From the perspective of Burke and his group of werewolves, Amosta knew something.

Sirius Black - known as the number one under the Dark Lord, in order to be loyal to Voldemort, he did not hesitate to betray the Potters and his wife, and even mercilessly crushed another friend who came to chase him.

Amostar had no doubts that Black was a man with a heart as strong as iron, and, moreover, absolutely loyal to Voldemort.

However, because of this, Amosta would not believe that he would shed tears here, especially, after being tortured by dementors in Azkaban for twelve years, he should be a man who is only a short distance away from complete madness. It is understandable for a bad villain to bring a bouquet of flowers to his old master, but he shed tears because of it. Does such a guy still have such emotions in his heart?

Amosta stood silently in the room full of ruins, frowning, lost in thought.

Did I guess wrong?

The target of Sirius from beginning to end was Harry, he had never been to this place at all, the bouquet of flowers and tear stains in front of him were not left by Black?

Judging from the dryness of this bunch of flowers, the person who left the footprints has been away for at least a month. During such a long time, all traces of magic power in the air will naturally dissipate. Otherwise, Amosta has some means to Go back.

The breeze from the wilderness lingered on the criss-cross streets of the village, and the weeds and nettles in the yard swayed gently in the wind, making a rattling sound.

A few petals of the bunch of dry lilies in front of the photo frame also floated up into the air under the effect of the breeze, swirled in front of Amosta, and then slowly floated down.

Staring at the yellowed and withered petals, Amosta's eyebrows suddenly moved, and he had an idea.

Five minutes later, Amosta returned to the church that he had passed by before. Behind the church was a cemetery. Rows of tombstones of the same style were neatly arranged in the cemetery. In front of most of the tombstones, there were several Bouquets are either fresh or dried.

This cemetery was probably specially prepared for the wizards living in Godric's Hollow. Standing outside the cemetery, Amosta came to this conclusion by glancing at the words engraved on the few tombstones closest to him.

Although he did not know the dead buried under the tombstones, Amostar would not be unaware of those ancient and prominent surnames.

If there is no accident, the Potters should also be buried here. However, Amosta did not step into the cemetery to search. His purpose of returning here was not to find the tombstones of the two of them. , looking towards the left front of the church, there is a flower shop there.

This small flower shop is full of white or yellow flowers that are often used for memorial service. When Amosta stood in front of the shop, a fat man in his fifties turned his back to him. The lady is gently rubbing the petals of a bouquet of white roses.

It was a witch, and Amosta recognized it immediately.

"Hello ma'am, what should I call you—"

Hearing the greeting, the witch who was immersed in her own world suddenly came back to her senses, and only then did she realize that there were customers in her small shop.

"Hello, sir, I'm Iri Tramon, the owner of this flower shop, may I help you?"

"Well, Ms. Telamon, I want to buy a bunch of flowers." Amosta pointed to a bouquet of soft white lilies in the flower tube on the ground behind the boss.

"Oh, is that the bunch, no problem, sir."

The chubby florist's movements were unexpectedly nimble, and within two minutes, he trimmed the leaves of the bouquet of lilies, wrapped them in an old newspaper, and handed them to Amosta.

"Twenty pounds, sir—"

Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked embarrassed, "Sorry, Ms. Telamon, I only have Garen here."

"Ah, you are from our side"

Ms. Telamon, who was just smiling politely, suddenly came to her senses. She looked around, and after making sure that there was no one there, she looked at Amosta in surprise, "Are you a wizard? Oh, sir, I have to Said, your Muggle attire is so professional, I didn't recognize it at all."

When Amosta revealed her wand, Ms. Telamon lost all doubts and talked with Amosta very enthusiastically.

"-Oh, yes, that's right, many wizards buy flowers from me, are you also here to worship the Potters?"

"So to say."

Amosta handed over a few gold Galleons, sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, smiled, and asked casually,

"A lot of wizards will come here to mourn them?"

"Of course, are they heroes? Besides, their children defeated You-Know-Who and saved us from fear and despair,"

Miss Tramont said in a slightly respectful tone,

"Every year, on the day the Potters were killed, on their birthdays, little Harry's birthday, and even their wedding anniversary, many wizards would come here from all directions to mourn him. Well, the last wave of people came here during the summer vacation. , about the end of July, that seems to be little Harry's birthday, oh, I heard the gossip that the villain Black escaped from Azkaban to deal with him, but I think he will be safe and sound, right, because Deng Bullido is still at Hogwarts!"

"Of course, I agree with you."

Amosta smiled and nodded, then asked curiously,

"Do you remember..., I mean, those people who bought flowers from you to mourn the Potters?"

weird question

Ms. Telamon thought so in her heart, but she didn't pay too much attention to it, because she encountered many weird problems during the years in the flower shop here, because she is an aborigine here, Some foreign wizards even asked her if she had seen how little Harry defeated that terrible wizard who couldn't even mention his name more than ten years ago!

Just kidding, is it possible that she would know this?

"There are all those people?"

Telamon rolled the whites of her eyes, trying to remember, and after a while, she smiled apologetically at Amosta,

"I can't answer your question, sir—"

The florist pouted at the cemetery behind the church, "Look, sir, even on ordinary days, many people come here to buy flowers. I can't ask for the name and identity of every customer, right?" ?”

This answer was not beyond Amosta's expectations, and even if the bouquet of flowers was really sent by Black, Amosta thought it was unlikely that he would bear his original face. Asking, it's just a chance, hope the boss can remember some guys who seem to behave strangely.

"In that case—" Amosta also smiled apologetically at Ms. Telamon, "forgive me for the offense."

The flower shop owner, who was about to end the conversation and was going to take care of her own affairs, was stunned when she heard this. She stared into Amosta's eyes, and before she had time to ask the young wizard why she said this, she suddenly realized that the young The wizard's recognizable lavender eyes suddenly shone brightly, and then, as if the sky fell and the earth fell, an unfathomable darkness like an abyss appeared from the center of the pupils. In an instant, Telamon lost Consciousness and mastery over the body.

call---

From the moment we met, Amosta flipped through the memory of the flower shop owner. One by one, the frozen pictures, and the accelerated images contained a huge amount of information, and they rushed to Amosta who stood on nothingness like a wave. Come, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Two days, one week, two weeks. From the perspective of Ms. Telamon, Amosta quickly grasped all the people who have appeared near the church in recent days.

Amosta has a superb memory, which may be due to the superimposition of his two souls, and the innate spiritual power that is extraordinary and refined. When he is fully concentrated, he can make the faces of each of these flashing figures flash in his sight. Remember clearly, and compare it with those wizards you already know.

The farther one goes back, the more blurred the faces of those people appearing in Telamon's subconscious memory. Twenty days ago, the outlines of those people were still clear.

It's not impossible for Amosta to remind Ms. Telamon of the looks of those people, but if she does so, it may cause irreparable mental damage to this innocent lady. It didn't make Amostar's taut intuition vibrate, so he didn't do it.

Memory continues to move forward, twenty-eight days, twenty-nine days, thirty days

"I need a bouquet of lilies."

At dusk, a wizard with greasy black hair, exuding a cold aura, and even an exceptionally low voice appeared in front of Amosta, freezing the entire memory world instantly!

"Professor Snape?"

In nothingness, Amosta quietly opened his mouth in astonishment.