Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta felt like returning to the old days, the days when he was running around all over Europe in order to complete the commission.

Although the Albanian party missed nothing, it does not mean that this journey is meaningless. On the contrary, he has gained a lot. The big tree hole in the virgin forest is obviously the place where Voldemort, who made the British magic world fearful, lived after losing his mana.

For more than ten years, Voldemort has been lurking in that forest, but now, he has left there, and his whereabouts are a mystery.

Amosta doesn't care where Voldemort has gone. Before finding out how many Horcruxes Voldemort has made and destroying them all, even if he finds Voldemort who is still alive, there is no point in killing him.

But Amosta still used the aura on the snake scale to track it all the way.

He could forget about what Voldemort was up to.

In the previous conversation with Dumbledore, it was already obvious what he meant. He was ready to acquiesce in Voldemort's restoration of mana. In the previous discussion, they had almost confirmed that Voldemort would use Harry. That is to say, at this stage, Voldemort is most likely planning how to get Harry.

Amosta was more concerned about why this woman, Vetia Kriona, got involved with Voldemort.

Although she has suffered at the hands of this woman, Amosta is very clear that this druid priestess is not an evil person. On the contrary, because of her belief, she should be a kind person who is popular in people's eyes. people. And Voldemort is known as the most evil wizard in history, and the two are not the same at all.

However, they still got mixed up.

This incident gave Amosta a very bad feeling. There was a feeling of powerlessness that the situation was gradually getting out of control. At the same time, there was also a feeling that the wheels of fate were moving along the established track, and his appearance was just an arrangement of fate. illusion.

Dumbledore definitely doesn't want to meet Voldemort right now, but Amosta can't pretend not to see this. He has to investigate clearly. Voldemort and Vitia Corona are completely different worlds. What kind of opportunity did these people join forces?

They did not choose the most convenient way to leave the forest of Albania, which is apparation, but chose a remote path away from the world all the way.

After thinking about it, Amosta probably guessed that Voldemort's current state should still be in a bad state, and he couldn't admit the strong oppression on his body when he Apparated. This is a good thing, making Amosta's tracking easier.

Finally, after ten days of eating and sleeping, Amosta finally left the wilderness. For the first time, the breath on the scales led him to the human village. This is a village built on hills, surrounded by large areas of farmland, and there is a small, crooked path leading to a town more than ten miles away.

The sunset has dyed half of the sky red, and the sun is pouring towards the horizon.

Standing on the high ground, Amosta faced the direction of the setting sun, gazing at the tallest mountain in the nearby area, where the buildings of old style could be vaguely seen.

Little Hangleton Village.

At the entrance to the village, words engraved on a rusty sign told him where he was now.

Just when Amosta was standing at the entrance of the village and staring at the village signboard, on the road behind him, a farm machine drove over with a deafening roar and honked its horn.

Hearing the movement, Amosta turned his face sideways, smiled apologetically at the farmer in the cockpit, and then stepped aside to the side of the road.

It was getting dark and it was time for dinner.

The villagers who had worked in the nearby fields for a day hurried home to eat. They chatted with each other in the sunset, and loud laughter sounded from time to time in the wilderness.

Not long after entering the village, Amosta noticed something unusual.

As a stranger, Amosta is not surprised that his appearance will attract a certain amount of attention. However, the villagers here seem to be very concerned about his appearance. Almost every villager who notices him, no matter what he was doing before, after discovering him They all immediately stopped what they were doing and stared straight at him, most of the eyes were vigilant and guarded, and the other half were curious, and after he passed by, the villagers behind him would gather together to discuss in a low voice, facing him pointing at the back.

"Sorry ma'am—"

After thinking for a while, Amosta stopped walking and stood in the middle of the road, facing a young girl who was collecting clothes by the side of the road, showing her face slightly.

"Oh, what?"

The young girl didn't expect Amosta's sudden answer at all. She was so shocked that she almost dropped the clothes in her hands and rushed into the house. However, her eyes fell on the handsome face of the gray-haired young man. Suppressing the fear, blushing, said tremblingly.

"I want to ask, is there a place to eat nearby?"

Amosta bowed, with a polite smile on his face, he pointed to his mud-stained soles,

"I walked a long way today, maybe, it's time to stop and treat my stomach--"

"oh!"

The girl was stunned for a few seconds before she realized it. She clutched her chest tightly and panted slightly to point Amosta in the direction.

"There...there is a hangman's tavern, which can provide food and drinks for tourists."

So, ten minutes later, Amosta stood in front of the only tavern in the village.

Perhaps because it was time for dinner, there were not many customers in the dusty tavern, only a few drunken men mumbling inarticulately in the seats near the bar.

Amosta can be sure of what happened in this village, because when he opened the door and entered the tavern, and was still looking at the furnishings in the hall, the drunken men immediately sobered up and looked at him with wary eyes .

"welcome--"

Although the business is not good, the bar owner with few hairs left on his head greeted him with a blunt tone and no enthusiasm at all.

"Dear guest, what do you need?"

"call--"

Amosta pretended not to see the vigilant eyes of these Muggles, he patted the dust off his body, and let out a long sigh of relief,

"To be honest, I'd rather get myself something to eat to appease my stomach. Of course, if you have Ogden's Old Fire Whiskey here, I don't recommend drinking a few glasses--"

"Ogden Old Fire Whiskey."

The bar owner and several familiar customers in his store looked at each other, unable to understand what the young outsider was talking about.

"Oh, please don't take my word for-"

Amosta put the suitcase on the table and smiled at the confused boss,

"I need something to eat, anything."

Three minutes later, the bar owner put two ham sandwiches on a chipped plate and brought them to Amosta. After saying "please take it slow", he trotted back to the bar.

Amosta pretended not to notice that the drunken guests kept staring at the back of his head, burying themselves in the sandwiches on the plate, maybe because he was so voracious that he only took a bite of the second sandwich, Amos Ta was choked, he coughed violently several times, his cheeks flushed.

"Ahem, sorry—" Amosta patted his chest and waved towards the bar, "Can I have something to drink?"

When the slightly sweet wine rolled into his throat, Amosta's face returned to normal. He patted his chest, glanced at the tavern, almost blatantly guarding against his guests, and smiled,

"May I ask you something, sir?"

"What?"

The boss's fist resting on the bar was clenched, and he responded vigilantly.

"Just a quick question—" Amosta shrugged, pointing warily at his guest, "I was thinking, I mean, I've been to a lot of places, but there's nothing quite like Little Hangleton Village Is it your custom or tradition to be so wary of outsiders?"

"no--"

Before the bar owner could speak, one of the drinkers sitting around said bluntly,

"It's because of old Frank!"

Then, the talking villager was warned by the bar owner with his eyes.

"Old Frank?"

The smile on Amosta's face became more cordial,

"Why don't you want to tell me about this Mr. Frank? Sorry, I've been in the field for so long that I forgot the etiquette. Boss, please serve a glass of sherry to each of these kind gentlemen. My account!"