Hogwarts Homecoming

"Unbelievable——"

After listening to Dumbledore's story, Amosta frowned and spoke softly.

The soul can leave the shelter of the body and be able to act alone. This sounds like a sufficiently 'magic' thing in the world of magic.

"You just said-"

After recalling Dumbledore's words, Amosta asked,

"Just this once?"

"It's more than I can handle, Amosta--"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and recalled the fear he had experienced that day when he reached the summit so many years ago. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Amosta with a solemn expression.

"We cannot simply describe that experience as fear. We must admit that the feeling was equally wonderful and extraordinary. The soul was separated from the body. The feeling of freedom cannot be described in words. But it is precisely this that I want to warn you. When you really open that door one day, Amosta, don't be addicted to that kind of freedom, because your soul has nothing to rest on, and you can't really get rid of the shackles of the body. You are probably addicted to that kind of freedom. freedom' and die for it."

Amosta's expression was uncertain, and Dumbledore's statement undoubtedly confirmed his previous speculation about the 'Jellyfish World'.

"Thank you for the reminder, Headmaster Dumbledore, I will pay attention."

Amosta nodded solemnly.

"In the years after that, I could indeed let my soul leave my body for a short time at any time, but I didn't dare to do that. As I said, I was afraid of the temptation. That kind of thing seemed really unrestrained, without any Nothing can tie my 'freedom'."

Dumbledore said,

"It wasn't until later. I mean, as my body began to age significantly and my magic power began to decline, I found that I had lost this ability."

Dumbledore smiled frankly,

"Nothing can resist the great time. Everything will eventually die. Of course, you are wiser than me, Amosta. You will obviously understand that death is not worth fearing. It is just another great adventure. The starting point of the journey.”

Amosta nodded slightly. He knew that Dumbledore's words were a warning to him, but they were indeed true insights. People like him who have died once understand better than anyone else that death is never the end.

"IMHO--"

But after thinking for a moment, Amosta narrowed his eyes and looked at Dumbledore. His rather sharp gaze penetrated Dumbledore's old body and pointed straight to the core.

"I see no signs of deterioration in your magic power, Principal Dumbledore. If I were to judge, no wizard I have ever seen, including myself, has such powerful magic power as you."

"Ah, yes, I think so myself—"

Dumbledore didn't show the slightest displeasure at being spied on. He just looked at Amosta with admiration and said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone,

"But you have to understand, Amosta, having these magic powers does not mean that I can still fully use it. On the contrary, you can fully deploy the active magic power stored in your eyes."

Click!

There seemed to be thunder in the void, and Dumbledore's words were like lightning that dispersed the fog in Amosta's heart. His handsome features stretched out, and his brows were raised high.

"So that's it," Amosta said softly.

"Exactly that-"

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"A considerable part of the magic power in my body is no longer in control. They are intertwined with my flesh and blood. This indeed makes me more energetic than the average old man, but I can no longer use them."

"if--"

Thoughts kept flashing through Amosta's eyes. This was a rare opportunity. Dumbledore almost took the initiative to talk to him about this. In today's serious magic gap, looking at it now, he can be regarded as the only pioneer. Dumbledore was willing to share himself, and this opportunity was unique.

"What if you forcefully use the magic power that is in an inert state?"

Amosta asked curiously.

"Oh, I'm afraid I have to write a will before I do that."

Dumbledore chuckled,

"But as you guessed in your heart, Amosta, before I leave this beautiful world, I can briefly experience the vitality of youth."

Amosta pursed his lips, his breath stagnant.

Perhaps, the conversation between him and Vogel had fallen into Dumbledore's ears, but Amosta was too lazy to pay attention to the deterrence revealed in Dumbledore's words. He just wanted to find out what he was talking about now. Curious things,

"Where's Voldemort, how do you evaluate his strength?"

"Obviously, Voldemort will never be able to glimpse the scenery you are about to glimpse. There is no doubt that it requires a complete and healthy soul to do it. And Voldemort has damaged his soul too seriously. It is difficult to say whether he can still retain it. How sane.”

This means that Haierbo most likely developed magic like Horcruxes after he became a 'legend'. Haierbo undoubtedly made Horcruxes, so Merlin was unable to completely annihilate him and chose to banish him. And his Horcrux.

Amosta pondered, and Dumbledore said in a solemn tone,

"But I must admit that Voldemort's attainments in black magic are far beyond ordinary people's imagination. He will never be able to reach that level, but this does not mean that his evil transformation of his body is useless. He still has incredible abilities. The power of underestimation.”

It's a cliche that Dumbledore has been trying to convince himself of the dangers of Voldemort.

There was a brief silence in the ward, while Pastore on the bed was breathing slowly and sleeping soundly. For an old man who has lost everything, perhaps only by losing his memory can he have a good sleep.

Amosta's eyes fell on the sleeping Muggle's face. How to place him was also a headache.

It is not appropriate to keep him in St. Mungo's. The only way is to send him back to the Muggle world. As far as he knows, old Kit has no family anymore, so he has served the orphanage all his life. But he definitely can't send Pastore back to the orphanage. Maybe, send him to a nursing home and give him some spiritual hints. Don't try to find out about old Kit's past and let him spend his later years in a foreign country. the best.

After taking a moment to think about Onisto Pastore's placement, Amosta looked at Dumbledore, who also remained silent. Rarely, he saw a twinkling look in Dumbledore's clear blue eyes. With his thoughts spinning, Amosta moved the corners of his mouth and whispered,

"I thought you would ask about the situation."

It seemed that for an instant, Dumbledore looked much older, and the beard under his crooked aquiline nose also lost its silver luster. After taking a few difficult breaths, Dumbledore shook his head and said nothing. explain.

"The living environment there is not very good."

Amosta had no unnecessary expression on his face, and simply narrated in a straight tone,

"It was very cold there, and the flimsy dressing gown he was wearing looked like it had been worn for at least twenty years. Perhaps he needed a pair of wool socks even more. Oh, and his room was full of newspapers. "The Prophet" The daily newspaper should be available in every issue. This may be the only pastime besides looking at the scenery. When I pulled Vogel’s useless grandson out of his room, he had been reading the newspaper very intently.”

Dumbledore's eyes fell on his weathered hands. He was silent, but he listened carefully to every word of Amosta's brief description.

Amosta stood up and walked to the shelf opposite the hospital bed, slowly opened the tea can and made tea for himself, giving Dumbledore a little more time to digest his emotions.

"Do you think"

Dumbledore's voice was very soft,

"Did he realize his mistake?"

How dishonest

Amosta shook his head inwardly,

"It seems to me that he has not completely calmed down yet, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta's words restored some brightness to Dumbledore's dim eyes.