The Return to Hogwarts

Upon seeing what Crookshan was carrying in its mouth, the previously listless black dog suddenly jumped up and let out an excited whimper.

The biting cold and unbearable hunger made it unable to think about where Crook Mountain had gotten this thing. It viciously pounced on Crook Mountain, grabbed the frozen, hard round cake with its mouth, and bit down on it without hesitation.

Click!

Suddenly, the sound of something breaking echoed through the cave filled with the howling wind. The large black dog, starving, spat out broken teeth, blood, and the piece of bread brought from Crook Mountain.

Hagrid's Rock Cake

The big black dog was on the verge of tears, its face filled with a look of utter despair. It finally recognized what this thing was.

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Chapter 231 Running in both directions

Crookshan lazily stretched and curled up into a circle on the messy haystack, but the temperature inside the cave was too low, and the haystack beneath it could not provide it with any warmth.

Dumbledore still did not return to Hogwarts.

This is the news Crookshanks brought today. For the big black dog, it is undoubtedly good news. However, when he thinks of the other powerful wizard who is now entrenched in Hogwarts School, the big black dog can't help but feel frustrated.

On the day of Harry's match, he was standing below the stands in the playground and witnessed firsthand the shock that the young wizard Amostella Blaine caused to the faculty, staff, and young wizards present, including himself.

Since its failed attempt to infiltrate Hogwarts, it had been looking for the right opportunity to do so again. The period when Dumbledore was away from the school and the Dementors were no longer guarding the gates was the perfect time to strike. However, the young wizard whose strength was unknown made it dare not act rashly.

It was only later that it learned that the young wizard was Albus Dumbledore and the Director of the Office of Student Safety appointed by the Ministry of Magic, and that Dumbledore had created this non-existent position specifically to target him.

Therefore, before it could figure out exactly what arrangements Blaine had made to capture it, it was unwilling to risk its life again. After all, another failure could mean death. It was not afraid of death, but at least it wanted to kill that despicable traitor.

It has already planned that the next time it will take action will be during the Christmas holidays, two weeks from now.

By then, the young wizards at the school will have all left to spend the Christmas holidays with their families, and the school's faculty and staff will most likely also leave, including Amosta Blaine, who may not be there either. According to the information Harry has gathered, Harry and the boy named Ron have spent their Christmas holidays at the school for the past few years. If Dumbledore also hasn't returned, then this will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a move.

As the night deepened, icy currents, sharp as knives, poured in through the narrow cave entrance, making the already freezing cave even colder. The big black dog, its face covered in frost, shivered as it thought to itself.

aim--

Seeing the big black dog trembling like a sieve, Crookshan stretched out his limbs and stood up, pointing in a certain direction outside the cave with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Seeking refuge from the cold night at the Scream House?

The big black dog understood Crookshan's suggestion, but after a moment's hesitation, it rejected it.

The Screaming Shack is now Amosta Blaine's testing ground, and he could return at any time. Even though he is in Animagus form and the chances of being recognized are slim, Black doesn't want to run into him head-on.

The big black dog whimpered, struggling to convey its meaning to Crookshank, but Crookshank continued to point its gaze at the screaming shed and meow softly.

The professor hasn't been back for two months; he's probably forgotten about the place.

But Aurors and Dementors still patrol the village, and if they stormed into the Screaming Shed, things would be just as bad—the big black dog barked erratically, and it took Crookshanks a while to understand what 'Auror' and 'Dementor' really meant.

Those 'things' never been to that room—

Crookshank's whiskers trembled, and his amber eyes flashed with a sharp light. The meaning conveyed in his next bark completely broke down the big black dog's wariness:

If you stay here any longer, you'll freeze to death.

By the time Amosta had confirmed whether Black had passed through the two secret passages in Hogwarts Castle that Filch was unaware of—behind a mirror on the fourth floor and the passage Harry had used last time leading to the Honeydukes candy storeroom's underground warehouse—it was already two in the morning.

creak creak!

The snow that had been cleared from the playground yesterday morning had become so thick after more than ten hours that it reached above Amosta's knees. The world looked like a frozen Muggle photograph, desolate and cold like the surface of the moon.

Beside the playground, the wisteria shrub that had been known to strike people was swaying wildly in the biting wind. Amosta stood outside its attack range, gazing at it silently. For some reason, he had a premonition that he would make a discovery here.

Hogwarts, draped in a white cloak, was fast asleep. Hagrid's hut by the Forbidden Forest was also dark. Amostella took a deep breath and suddenly felt a discomfort in his lungs. The winter temperature this year reminded him of the winter when he was first born into this world.

Buzz--

The inconspicuous buzzing was quickly carried away by the howling wind. Amostah waved his wand, and a magical shield, not much different in color from the snow, enveloped him. He then stepped into the attack range of the Man-Beating Willow.

Like a fire dragon whose territory has been invaded, this ancient and precious magical plant suddenly flew into a rage, its hundreds of willow branches whipping the north wind and making a rustling sound.

Snowflakes are falling wildly!

The surface of the pristine white magic shield resembled a calm lake struck by raindrops. Under the relentless, storm-like lashing, gentle ripples appeared one after another. Amosta slowly pulled his calves, which were deeply embedded in the snow, and with each step he sank deeper into the ground, enduring the Willow's desperate attacks, until he reached its thick roots.

Amosta's penetrating gaze had broken through the layers of snow and vines, revealing the cave entrance hidden beneath.

With a flick of the wand, the frozen snowflakes floated up. Amostah crouched down, carefully examining the traces at the cave entrance.

The soil beneath the snow layer was frozen solid, and the uneven surface was covered with messy cat and dog footprints instead of human footprints.

"Hmm, Kruk Mountain and Tooth?"

Amosta murmured softly.

The only rainfall in the past month or so was during the last Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match. Since then, the temperature has plummeted and there haven't been any warm, sunny days. This past week, it even snowed for several days straight, so the traces left from that time have been fortunately preserved.

Judging from the footprints alone, Black didn't seem to have entered Hogwarts through this secret passage. However, Amostella still had doubts. Since Axe knew there was a secret passage under the Whomping Willow, Hagrid must have known as well, yet he hadn't told her.

Regardless, we still have to go down and take a look.

Amostah stared at the dark cave entrance for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing moving down there, he lit his wand, creating a gentle breeze that floated around him and carried him slowly down.

The entrance to the passage was a very smooth earthen slope. The secret passage connecting the slope was dry and had not accumulated rain or snow. However, the problem was that the passage was too low. Amosta could only stand inside with difficulty, bending over. It seemed that this secret passage was not intended for wizards of normal height at all.

The dusty ground still only had the footprints left by cats and dogs, not even the traces of fairies or house-elves, which disappointed Amosta. So, after a brief moment of thought, he gave up his plan to walk step by step to the other end of the passage.

call--

A dark shadow swept swiftly across the narrow, cramped passage. Amostah, observing the tunnel and the space above it with his unique magical perspective, discovered that the tunnel did indeed extend towards Hogsmeade.

The distance of two or three miles would take an hour or two to walk, but Amosta flew there in just a few minutes. Then, at the beginning of a long, gentle slope, Amosta transformed back into the form of a wizard, because the exit was near, and Amosta had to make sure he could react in time if anything happened there.

Illusionary form, concealed aura, floating--

Amosta activated a bunch of buffs, then continued along the gentle slope. A few minutes later, before a sharp bend, Amosta took a deep breath and stepped off.

Chapter 232 Hello, Mr. Black

It was a room, a messy, gray room, with peeling wallpaper, stains all over the floor, broken furniture that looked like it had been smashed, and all the windows were covered with formwork.

Amosta hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping around before his face darkened.

This was the Screaming House—it only took Amosta a few seconds to realize it; he'd been there for a while and there was no reason he wouldn't recognize it.

Staring at the dark hole at his feet, Amostah rolled his eyes in exasperation. He had noticed the hole when he first entered the haunted house, and at the time he thought it was made by the Spectral Mang. Little did he know that it would be the entrance to a secret passage leading to Hogwarts.

Who on earth was this bored, nosy person who dug this secret passage?!

The fluorescent light reflected from the pristine snow shone through the gaps in the wooden planks into the room, illuminating Amosta's indistinct face, which he thought with growing annoyance.

There was no one in the house—Amosta was certain of this even without anyone leaving the room, unless Sirius Black was more skilled in magic than him, a possibility that was highly improbable.

The room was littered with trash, and the floor was covered in a layer of dust. There were still only cat and dog footprints, but they were much clearer than those in the mud under the Willow Tree. Amosta had realized that the cat footprints were indeed from Crook Mountain, but the dog footprints were not left by Hagrid's Tooth, but by the stray black dog that he had once caught a glimpse of.

Amosta subconsciously scratched his slightly itchy hair and chuckled to himself.

So, Crookshanks even took that dog for a stroll around Hogwarts a few times?

Through his magical vision and the warning and marking magic he had left around the house, he saw Crookshanks and the big black dog huddled together, sleeping on the tattered sofa in the living room.

Amosta probably won't use this house again, so since we're already here, we might as well clean up the traces of his past experiments that he left inside.

Thinking this, Amosta floated over the fallen crystal chandelier on the floor, like a ghost, and drifted lightly out of the first-floor bedroom.

What a huge dog, as big as a black bear!

When Amosta's curious gaze fell on the large black dog that seemed to be sleeping rather restlessly, he was amazed and wondered if this thing had the blood of a magical creature. Otherwise, how could he explain the abnormal amount of magic power in its body and its enormous size?

Amosta stood ten feet in front of the sofa, observing it with interest while scratching her increasingly itchy hair.

Darkness enveloped the screaming shack in silence, and as the elegant, leisurely snowflakes approached the shack, they seemed to be disturbed and drifted away silently.

Amosta stopped scratching his hair, and his previously casual, probing gaze now held an abyss-like pressure.

interesting

Staring at the large black dog whose eyelids were trembling, a self-deprecating smile gradually appeared on Amosta's lips.

Animagus?

The magical world is truly full of talented people.

Godric Valley

In late summer and early autumn, billions of twinkling stars cast their brilliant light upon the earth from the boundless night sky.

A gentle breeze meandered through the village's intricate dirt roads, lightly dispelling the gloom that shrouded the hearts of every resident of the magical world.

Inside the white villa.

"I must say, James, this kid looks almost exactly like you!"

Sirius Black wore a brand-new sky-blue robe, his neat and smooth short hair cascading naturally over his shoulders. The dim candlelight softened his dashing but overly sharp features.

Looking at little Harry, who had just turned one year old and was sucking his fingers in the cradle, Sirius grinned happily.

"You'd better grow up quickly, kid. Your dad and I are waiting for you to inherit our great adventurous career!"