Hogwarts Homecoming

The wind and rain that had been raging for several days finally became mild, but the hazy moonlight was still faintly hidden in the thick stratus clouds.

Perhaps the dementors guarding the entrance of Hogwarts were suppressed by Amostar, and the cold wind lingering in the campus also revealed a bit of freshness.

The night is not yet deep, and many little wizards who have not slept are still talking about what happened during the day today in the lounge or dormitory, but the professors will not forget that Sirius Black is still lurking in the dark facing the school A student of .

Before entering Dumbledore's office, Amosta had taken precautions. Tonight, Hagrid and Professor Flitwick will guard the school gate, while Filch and Professor Snape will also patrol the castle, always on guard Then the unexpected happened suddenly.

"Yes, Harry must die—"

Dumbledore's voice was so calm that Amosta's heart shuddered.

"so--"

Amosta sneered,

"You're raising Harry like a pig. It's ridiculous. I thought you were counting on Harry to defeat Voldemort someday. Do you need me to do you a favor? I can rush into the school hospital right now to learn about his life." .”

"Please don't get me wrong—"

Instead of making Dumbledore feel threatened by Amosta's attitude, he nodded and smiled in satisfaction,

"I have some ideas. Of course, it's not perfect, because some key guarantees are still missing."

"Guaranteed what?"

"Guarantee Harry's 'safe' death." Dumbledore said, "Please forgive me for not being able to share my whimsical ideas with you at the moment, Amosta, but I can assure you that the prerequisite for defeating Voldemort Never at the expense of Harry."

This is really a paradox.

If everything is as Dumbledore said, Harry is indeed Voldemort's Horcrux, then if you want to kill Voldemort completely, you must first kill Harry, but Dumbledore's statement

Amosta lowered his gaze, and he stared at the swaying water in the cup floating around, it was already brown with stale color, even the tea leaves were old tea, this black-hearted old guy.

"so--"

After a while, Amosta frowned slightly and said,

"Is there actually some way to separate Voldemort's soul from Harry's by having Harry be...'killed'?"

"Let me keep a little mystery, Amostar."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, refusing to return to the question.

It had been several hours since the two men walked into the headmaster's office after the day's Quidditch scene had subsided, and they had been discussing exhausting issues, so whether it was Dumbledore or Amosta is already exhausted enough.

Dumbledore hesitated when he saw Amosta put the bottle of sealed dementor back into his back pocket, but he didn't stop him. Like all the faculty and staff, he also very much disapproved of the Ministry of Magic's arrangement around the school. these unpleasant creatures.

"By the way, Amostar—"

Amosta bid farewell and left, but Dumbledore, who got up to greet him, suddenly stopped him,

"While I'm away from Hogwarts, if Black—"

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I won't let him harm any life in this school, not even a mouse."

"Of course, I believe in the ability, Amosta, just"

"only?"

"Well, before we took Harry to the real Chamber of Secrets under Slytherin, I was enlightened by what you said, Amostar, so-"

Dumbledore said hesitantly,

"So... I hope that if you find any clues about Black, in the matter of arresting Black, I hope you can let Harry and his friends participate to a certain extent. Of course, the premise is to ensure safety."

Amosta raised his eyebrows, let the three little ones participate in Black's capture?

After a little thought, Amosta agreed, as long as it doesn't affect her getting paid, it's fine to bring these little guys to play together.

"I'll take care of it, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta pushed open the shiny oak door of Dumbledore's office, glanced at the two stone monsters who were snoring softly at the door, and pretended to open their eyes until he came out. His somewhat muddled thoughts cleared up.

Amosta suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Dumbledore about the knowledge of the "soul perspective" and the clue related to the Horcrux.

"Tsk, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes is worth eight thousand."

Amosta turned and walked down the tower, sighing, thinking that if he encounters Voldemort's Horcrux in the future, he will sell it to Dumbledore at this price if he can find a hundred or eighty ones.

Tsk, it's a little exciting to think about retiring in place and reaching the pinnacle of life!

Dumbledore's office is in a separate small tower, go down the spiral staircase to the first floor, Amosta walks to the foyer, ready to return to his sentry box

Oh, no, my office keeps an eye on those surveillance cameras all night, because if Sirius Black has been spying around the castle all the time, then he should have noticed that the dementors guarding the school gate have disappeared, and no normal person would think that Hogwarts was off guard, but for a lunatic who had been tortured by dementors for twelve years in Azkaban, maybe he would see tonight as his chance to do something.

"lie!"

Amosta was thinking about his own thoughts. From a distance, he heard an angry growl coming from the hall. Hearing the voice, it was Argus Fell, the only serious subordinate of Amosta. Strange... Hagrid was Dumbledore's "Hawk Dog".

"What's the matter, Argus?" Amosta asked quickly walking into the light and shadow.

Unexpectedly, besides Filch, Professor Snape was also standing there with a sarcasm in the hallway. When he saw Amosta suddenly appearing, the gloom around him faded obviously. many,

"We're interrogating this empty-headed Mr. Longbottom,"

Snape sneered, cocking his chin,

"Walking around in the castle in violation of school rules, and trying to get through the gate, we caught him right away, Amosta, do you want to listen to his absurd excuse?"

"Professor Blaine!"

Filch said happily,

"I think the reason why this little wizard wants to leave the castle is because he wants to secretly report to Black that you know that all the dementors have been locked up by you, and that criminal may take the opportunity to break into the castle to kill people tonight."

Are you just looking for fun?

Amosta rolled his eyes at Filch, and said to Longbottom, who was trembling in every cell in his body,

"So, what's your explanation, Mr. Longbottom?"

"He lied about losing his wand."

Snape looked carefully at Amostar's whole body, and stared into his eyes carefully for a while, then heaved a sigh of relief, and said lazily.

"I don't have a professor—"

Like being surrounded by two hungry wolves, Longbottom's lips were trembling, with a look of despair on his face,

"Well, that's my dad's wand, if I lose it, my grandma will kill me."

"No wizard is stupid enough to throw his wand around, Professor Blaine, look at the little liar, he's still trying to quibble!"

Filch's roar was extremely harsh in the empty castle, he looked at his leader excitedly, and said earnestly,

"I have a torture device in my office, Professor Blaine, if you need it, I'll get it now. Of course, you can also interrogate him in my office!"

"Lost your wand?"

Amosta leaned on his forehead and sighed, this little guy is really confused on weekdays,

"So, you think you dropped your wand on the Quidditch pitch?"

Neville nodded pitifully.

"All right--"

Looking at the deep night and Longbottom whose arm was scratched by his own Hinkpunk, Amosta thought for a while and said,

"You can join Mr. Argus in the playground to find wands tomorrow morning, but for now, Mr. Longbottom, I think you'd better go back to your four-poster bed and get some rest."

Hearing his words, Filch behaved like a little wizard who heard that the Halloween dinner was cancelled, with a dull and ridiculous expression. Before he could express his true thoughts, he heard his boss say in an undeniable tone,

"Argus, please escort Mr. Longbottom back to where he should be safely."