The Return to Hogwarts

Lu Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he presumptuously answered the question.

"The Dementors have a greater impact on you because you experienced fears in your past that others haven't."

Lupin was explaining Dementors to Harry, and in that moment, Amosta's gaze fell once again on Harry's forehead, on the famous lightning bolt scar hidden by a strand of hair.

To be honest, Amos Tower wasn't particularly interested in Harry's scar before talking to Dumbledore. Who would have thought that Voldemort's precious soul resided within that scar?

This was the third Horcrux Voldemort weapon he had encountered.

The tiara was destroyed by Amostella with Fiendfire, and the Horcrux that Voldemort may have created first last semester, which was not so perfect, was dismembered by Amostella for what might happen in the future, and certain key emotions were extracted from it.

As for Harry, although he wasn't entirely clear on Dumbledore's plans, Amosta had a hunch that Dumbledore would probably devise some means to make Voldemort destroy this Horcrux, which he himself might not even know about.

For some inexplicable reason, Amosta sighed inwardly.

Long ago, when he first discovered that he had transmigrated into the Harry Potter magical world and when he first entered Hogwarts, he never considered defeating the second Dark Lord as his life's ambition or something he had to do. However, due to various twists of fate, he now seems to have no choice but to fight Voldemort to the death.

Looking at Harry's youthful face across from him, Amosta suddenly realized something.

Amos Tower doesn't know how Dumbledore got Harry to defeat Voldemort in the original books. It's likely that he either personally or by guiding Harry to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes one by one, ultimately leading Voldemort to destroy the part of Harry's soul that belonged to him.

One can imagine that this must have been a meticulously designed and extremely dangerous plan, but once he had his own position, Dumbledore didn't actually need to take such a risky move.

Because in terms of both age and potential, Amostella has an advantage that Voldemort cannot match.

As long as they could ensure that all the Horcruxes were destroyed, the allied Amosta and Dumbledore were even confident that they could send Voldemort to Nurmengard to be cellmates with Gettler Grindelwald.

Dumbledore clearly had this in mind as well; otherwise, he wouldn't have told him that Harry was a Horcrux. However... the future may not be as bright as imagined.

"Regarding this, Harry, I'm not an expert. You can consult Professor Blaine—"

Amosta, who was contemplating a potential future war, snapped back to reality when Remus mentioned his name. He then noticed that both Harry and Remus were looking at him. After a moment's thought, he realized he had missed something.

"You want to learn the Guardian Charm?"

Amosta raised an eyebrow and asked, not finding it particularly surprising.

"Can you teach me, professor?"

Harry's eyes shone brightly as he resolutely declared, "I hope I can appear strong in front of the Dementors."

"You should do it, Remus—"

After thinking for a moment, Amosta said to Lupin,

“As you all know, my guardian spirit has encountered some problems. Frequent use of the guardian spirit charm might exacerbate those problems. I want to avoid it as much as possible until I understand the situation better. Of course, if there is anything I can do to help during the teaching process, I have no problem doing so.”

"Then let's do it."

Lupin was not an indecisive wizard; he readily agreed to Harry's request. As James's close friend, Lupin felt he had a duty to help James's son escape the influence of the Dementors.

"But we'll have to wait a little while, Harry—"

Lupin looked at Harry, whose spirits had lifted, and said melancholically,

"Because of this illness, I have a lot of work piled up on my hands."

Both of Harry's objectives for today's visit were achieved to some extent, and he left in a much higher mood.

"The Patronus Charm isn't magic that a young wizard can master. Do you think Harry can master it?"

Standing at the doorway, gazing in the direction Harry had left, Remus, who was also preparing to depart, spoke with less confidence.

"I don't think it's a problem. The key to learning this spell is having a strong will, and in that respect, Harry is no less capable than a graduated adult wizard, and..."

Amosta spoke nonchalantly, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he inexplicably laughed and said something that left Remus completely bewildered.

"What protagonist doesn't have some kind of cheat code?"

Chapter 223 Taking the Bullet

For weeks after the Quidditch match, Hogwarts was peaceful.

Aside from Professor Blaine, who has become the director of the student safety office, and the enormous Patronus he created on the Quidditch pitch that became a hot topic, everything else was just trivial.

For example, Neville lost his wand and couldn't find it. Professor McGonagall mobilized all the boys in Gryffindor to search for Neville in the common rooms and dormitories, but to no avail. So, in desperation, Professor McGonagall wrote a letter to Neville's grandmother. As a result, one morning at breakfast, Neville received another letter from his grandmother, a letter filled with a terrifying old woman's voice that frightened many young wizards into having nightmares that night.

"If you can't find your father's wand, then never come back!"

Looking at the quiet Great Hall and Longbottom sobbing softly, Amostella, sitting at the faculty table, felt a pang of sympathy. After a moment's thought, he pulled a spare wand from his pouch and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Longbottom probably won't be able to find that wand anymore—"

Amosta said to Professor McGonagall

"I have a spare one here. Please give it to Mr. Longbottom, and he can buy a new one from Ollivander during the Christmas holidays—"

"This is the only way, Amosta."

Professor McGonagall said with a stern face, "I've never understood this child. Why is he always so forgetful?"

“If you knew what Longbottom did in my class, Minerva.”

Snape chuckled. "Then you won't be surprised."

"This child is exceptional, Severus—"

Sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin, who looked much better, leaned over and smiled gently. "He's been doing very well in Defense Against the Dark Arts class; you just need to encourage him more—"

"indeed so."

Professor Sprout joined the discussion, saying, “Longbotton is very talented in herbalism. You may not believe it, but I think Mr. Longbotton’s level in herbalism is high enough to get excellent grades in the OWLS level exams.”

"Find out the reason yourself, Professor Snape."

Amosta glanced sideways at Snape, whose face had darkened, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Speaking of which, Amosta—"

Professor Flitwick pointed at the wand that Amostella had just pulled out and said in a shrill voice,

"As far as I know, apart from the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, very few wizards prepare two wands for themselves!"

"Ah, it's just a personal habit—"

Amosta said calmly.

"You must stay away from that curse!"

At the end of breakfast, Professor Trelawney, who had been in a sleepwalking state, suddenly stood up, jingling the beads around her neck, and nervously spoke to Amostella through her heavy-framed glasses.

"My third eye tells me that darkness and death lurk within!"

Amostella raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but Professor McGonagall spoke first, coldly.

"You've probably forgotten that Sybil, when Amosta was in his third year, already predicted his death once!"

Professor Trelawney seemed unworthy to argue; she haughtily raised her head and walked away.

Besides Neville's situation, the young wizards were also discussing where their beloved headmaster had been all this time. In the past, Headmaster Dumbledore would often disappear for a period of time during the term, but would soon reappear, smiling and dining with all the faculty and staff. It was rare for him to be gone for two or three weeks at a time.

The match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff at the end of November ended in a Ravenclaw victory, which greatly relieved Professor McGonagall, who had been worried for some time, because it meant that Gryffindor would still have a chance to be resurrected.

On the way back to the castle after the game, Professor McGonagall couldn't hide her smile. To be honest, although she had been in the school for seven years, Amosta had no idea that Professor McGonagall was also a passionate football fan.

Are you free tomorrow, Amosta?

The professors walked together, and Professor McGonagall seemed to suddenly remember something, so she spoke to Amosta.

"Would you like to buy me a drink, Professor McGonagall?"

"If it's to celebrate Gryffindor not being eliminated, Minerva—"

Professor Flitwick, who had just won a match, jogged up to catch up with the others with a beaming smile.

“I think you should give me a break, after all, it’s all thanks to Ravenclaw’s efforts.”

"I wasn't the one who wanted to treat, Felius—"

Professor McGonagall adjusted her wizard's hat and said in an annoyed tone,

"The Minister of Magic sent Albus a letter, hoping he could persuade Amostella to release the Dementors from the Ministry of Magic. Then, Albus sent that letter to me verbatim, so--"

Amosta nodded knowingly.

Fudge probably met with Dumbledore sometime ago and learned of his stance from Dumbledore, which is why he didn't approach him directly. Dumbledore, in turn, was unwilling to act as an intermediary for Fudge, especially since he himself didn't want to see those Dementors appear at Hogwarts.

"What do you think, Professor McGonagall?"

Amostella casually asked, "I mean, put those Dementors around Hogwarts."

There's not much to say about this; no professor wants a bunch of monsters that could go out of control and drain a young wizard's brain at any moment roaming around the school. However, later that evening, when Amostella visited Professor Snape, she received a perfectly reasonable suggestion.

“The number of those Dementors needs to be reduced, Amosta,”

Snape, who was grading papers, heard the question and, expressionless, looked at Amosta, who was admiring an entire wall of glass specimen jars, and said...

"If so many Dementors get out of control, there are very few people in the school who can control the situation in time."

"so--"

Amostella curled her lip indifferently and said, "Do you think I should agree to keep some Dementors?"

“Unless you want to show off, Amosta, I don’t understand why you’re going to go to such lengths with the Ministry of Magic,” Snape said with a sneer.