Hogwarts Homecoming

Boom!

A deafening thunder resounded through the mountains and ravines, making the world shudder!

In an instant, the majestic torrential rain enveloped the world, the sparkling lake surface was rippling in the gust of torrential rain just now, lightning flashed across the row upon row of towers of Hogwarts, reflecting the gloomy castle incomparably pale.

The torrential rain caused the lake to rise rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it did not cross the embankment. But when the turbulent river was about to touch Amosta and Dumbledore who were standing facing each other in the rainstorm, it diverted itself and flowed elsewhere.

The darkness is already ready to remain silent?

"Have you decided?"

Amostar thought about his speculation earlier. Harry has spent nearly half of his study life at Hogwarts, and at some point in the future, Voldemort will choose an opportunity to return. And Dumbledore obviously wanted to see it more clearly. He had already noticed from some clues that this moment of disaster could no longer be stopped.

"What made you make up your mind?"

Before Dumbledore answered the first question, Amostar asked the second question.

"During the two months you were away from Hogwarts—"

Facing Amostar, Dumbledore didn't need to be ambiguous, he said calmly,

"Severus has privately warned me many times that his secret magical connection with Tom in the past made him aware that Tom is getting stronger—"

"Concealed magical connection?"

Amostar frowned. He knew that Professor Snape had worked for Voldemort before, but what about the magical connection?

"The Dark Mark, I think you've heard of this mark of intimacy that exists between Tom and his disciples."

Dumbledore said succinctly,

"Tom obviously got some kind of help. This kind of help made him get rid of a little bit. Twelve years ago, after he was deprived of his body by the bounced death curse, he was barely able to survive because of the Horcrux. From what I know about him, he will definitely not be satisfied, and he will try his best to get back his former mana."

"What help, who is helping him?"

In today's wizarding world, if you ask who knows the most about Voldemort's situation, it is undoubtedly the old man who has stood in the world for a hundred years. In this respect, Amostar is far behind Dumbledore.

Amosta's eyes were focused on Dumbledore's blue pupils.

"I don't know everything, Amosta—" Dumbledore forced a smile into his mouth, "but Tom can always get help no matter what time of day it is."

"What do you think he'll do?"

"I've already said, Amosta, although I have a lot of information in my dying head, I don't know everything. Many times, I can only rely on guesswork to infer the direction of development of things—"

"Then you just guess, Principal Dumbledore, anyway, it's not a big deal if you guess wrong--" Amosta smiled, staring at the helplessness on the old face beside him.

The world is full of wind and rain, and in the dark world, Shi Ran in Amosta's smile is like a bright lighthouse, which also wipes away some of the worries and depression in Dumbledore's heart. He lowered his head to look at that extremely young but strangely calm face, and before he knew it, the lines on his forehead faded a lot.

"Well, since you asked, Amosta—" Dumbledore's voice became lilting, "then we'll take a guess."

After a pause, Dumbledore did not express his guess, but instead asked,

"You know something about horcruxes, Amosta, I think you should also know, what methods can help wizards who have horcruxes but lose their bodies, restore the magic of their former mana?"

For a moment, Amosta searched the vast amount of magic knowledge stored in his mind, and as the knowledge passed by his eyes, Amosta's eyebrows slightly gathered.

Not because you can't find it, but because there are too many!

Modern systems, ancient systems, complete and incomplete, the magic that can help a wandering soul regain its body is not unique.

No one dares to say that he is proficient in all magical knowledge, whether Dumbledore or Amostar, want to lock out a magic that Voldemort may use from these magics.

Amosta stared deeply into Dumbledore's bright eyes, suddenly, his heart moved,

"You think he'll use Harry?"

"It's most likely—"

Dumbledore turned his gaze and looked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower,

"I guess Tom has spent all these years trying to figure out why his magic didn't work on Harry back then, and now, he should at least figure out something."

Dumbledore obviously didn't want to talk more, but based on this information, he also guessed about it.

It is also understandable why Dumbledore asked himself to keep silent about what might happen at Hogwarts in the next school year.

Many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind in an instant, but in the end, this sentence came out of his mouth.

"Then you have considered that Harry may still die, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore fell silent, and after a long time, he said wearily,

"I can't foresee everything, but I will do my best to ensure Harry's safety, Amosta, and this will also require your help. Perhaps, you will think, I send a child who is only in the fourth grade to the most dangerous place in history. A despicable act in the presence of a dangerous dark wizard—”

"No—" Amosta shook his head, "This is your most admirable quality."

The clouds are over and the rain is over, and the sun is shining on the earth again.

At the school gate, Sirius squeezed in from the big iron gate, and he could see Amosta and Dumbledore by the lake from a distance.

"By the way, Amostar—"

Glancing at Sirius who was trotting over, Dumbledore suddenly said,

"I don't know why you insist on skipping the Ministry of Magic and going to Azkaban, but, as for the prisoners held there... I hope you will try not to interfere with their peaceful lives."

"I'll pay attention."

Amosta stepped forward, walked towards Sirius with a smile on his face, he waved his hand towards Sirius, and asked with great interest,

"I heard that you have negotiated with the Dursleys, how is it going, how is the effect?"

"of course!"

Forced to retreat from his seat in the classroom, Sirius couldn't see any dejected temperament, he trotted all the way, and said happily,

"Harry is right, that Muggle family is not very attractive."

Sirius' gaze leaped over Amosta's shoulder, glanced at Dumbledore not far away, lowered his voice,

"I threatened that annoying family, if Harry was at their house, if he was targeted or treated unfairly, I would personally blow up their house to the sky!

I told them that I escaped from prison, so I don't care about taking a few more lives on my back. You should see the reaction of their family, Amosta, that little boy who is almost as fat as a baby whale I was so scared that I peed my pants! "

To be honest, Amosta didn't quite approve of Sirius' actions, but he didn't express his opinion, just smiled casually,

"How are you getting ready?"

"Ready to go anytime--"

said Sirius cheerfully.