The Return to Hogwarts

"You lowly, filthy mud-blooded brat! Who are you? Who gave you the audacity to break into my house? Get out of here!"

Lowly, filthy mud-blooded?

Click!

Amosta's expression darkened, a faint flash of lightning streaked across his purple eyes, and a powerful aura surged forth from where he stood like a torrent.

The lights from the gas lamps on the walls of the narrow corridor flickered wildly as if being whipped, and one after another, the portrait frames hanging on the walls fell down. The frame in which the old lady was sitting did not fall, but it was as if it had been hit by a hammer. Cracks appeared on the precious rosewood frame, and the old lady, with a ferocious expression, rolled her eyes and fainted directly in her own frame.

"Who is this person? How can they be so rude?"

Amosta, with an air of nonchalance, said unhappily.

"My mother. She's always been like this."

Sirius replied blankly, but then, as he came to his senses, he looked at Amosta Blaine approaching him, and a chilling aura rose from the bottom of his heart, instantly spreading throughout his body.

How can it be? !

This was the first thought that popped into Sirius's mind.

Putting aside how Amosta Blaine managed to keep up with his Apparition, the fact that he was able to break into this house is simply incomprehensible.

This house is where Sirius Black was born and grew up. Ever since he could remember, everyone living in the house has been telling him about the great efforts the Black family ancestors made to protect the house. Everyone tells Sirius that as long as the spells protecting the house don't fail, even if Dumbledore wanted to break in, it wouldn't be possible!

Having grown up surrounded by this environment, Sirius Black never doubted the reliability of his family's ancestral home; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of it first when facing dire straits.

But now, a wizard has actually broken the powerful spells protecting this old house and forced his way in.

At this moment, Sirius finally understood why Albus Dumbledore would choose this young man, who looked to be only in his early twenties, to take on the extremely important position of Head of the Hogwarts Student Safety Office!

Chapter 236 Wait, Blaine!

Sirius Black hadn't yet recovered from the shock of Amostella bursting into the mansion when Kreacher, who was standing at his feet, suddenly started howling.

“You filthy, lowly mud-bearers have barged into my mistress’s house and harmed my noble mistress!”

The old, chubby Kreacher's nose turned red, and a string of disgusting snot dripped down its back. It extended its wrinkled index finger, pointed it at the approaching Amosta, and barked.

"Kreacher must avenge the mistress! Kreacher must defend the honor of the Black family!"

As he spoke, magic surged at the tip of his index finger, and a spell was ready to be unleashed.

"Wait, Kreacher, you're not allowed to lay a hand on him!"

Sirius, realizing what his senile old house-elf was up to, roared through his lung pain.

For a house-elf, the master's orders are everything. No matter how much it dislikes Sirius Black, as long as he is a direct descendant of the Black family, it cannot disobey his orders. The moment Sirius Black said "Don't touch me," the slave contract hidden in Kreacher's soul forcibly interrupted its spellcasting.

"Young Master is in cahoots with those filthy mud-blooded people!"

Kreacher's bloodshot eyes shone with disbelief as it muttered angrily.

“Kreacher knew all along that the young master brought back these scoundrels for—”

boom!

A blinding silver light suddenly flashed in the dimly lit corridor. Kreacher was sent flying backward like a ball hit by a baseball bat. He smashed a large hole in the wooden door leading to the basement and crashed heavily onto the steps, where he fell silent.

"I don't like indulging these little brats' bad habits—"

Amosta slowly lowered his arm and said in a cold voice.

"Did you kill it?"

Sirius slowly turned his vacant gaze toward Amosta, his slow voice carrying a strange undertone.

"Sorry, did I offend you?"

Amosta stood a few steps away and gave a disdainful snort.

"Do I need to kneel down and apologize to you, Mr. Blake?"

Sirius's hand holding the wand trembled, and his voice was filled with intense emotion.

"Phew—how could Dumbledore use a wizard like you?"

"Who knows? But I guess he's probably terrified that I'll one day join forces with your former master, so even though some of my actions are very glaring to him, he has to put up with me."

Amostella tilted her head, looking at Sirius with a strange expression.

“Interesting, Mr. Black. You show pity and anger at the death of an old, toothless house-elf, yet you personally pushed your former best friend to his death?”

Blake's body trembled violently. He was about to say something, but Amostah waved his hand, and a silver-striped python as thick as a wrist shot out from the tip of his staff. After flying through the air, it swiftly climbed onto Sirius's body and tied him tightly in no time. The ferocious snake head kept spewing a fishy smell at Sirius's sallow, emaciated face.

"Let me go, you evil bastard!"

Sirius roared in a hoarse voice, glaring at Amostella with a furious look that seemed to want to kill him, whether from being captured or from the unknown fate of Kreacher.

Unmoved by Black's feeble roars, Amosta flicked his finger, and the wand that had fallen to the ground whooshed through the air into his hand. After a casual glance, Amosta put the wand back in his pocket and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, Mr. Longbottom can finally go home for Christmas."

Sirius bared his teeth and roared at Amostella, desperately trying to break free from the snake's grasp. But the more he struggled, the tighter the snake bound him. In the end, the thick python had left purple welts on his body, and even his lips were oozing a little crimson blood.

"Stop messing around, Mr. Blake—"

Amosta crouched down, staring with interest at Blake's eyes, which were filled with hatred and madness, as if examining a spoils of war.

"What if you break yourself into seven or eight pieces and the Ministry of Magic can't recognize you and refuses to give me the bounty?"

Sirius was filled with resentment and despair.

Driven by revenge, he escaped from Azkaban, which was heavily guarded by Dementors, and swam back to the mainland in the vast, icy sea using the body of a dog. He has been in hiding ever since, pursued by Aurors and enraged Dementors. But now, his plan for revenge alone has failed. He has been captured by a ruthless young wizard named Amostall Blaine, who intends to use him to exchange for a bounty from the Ministry of Magic. A bounty?

Sirius suddenly stopped struggling. He stared wide-eyed at Amostella, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, and roared desperately.

"Wait, Blaine, you...you arrested me just to get a bounty from the Ministry of Magic?!"

"Oh, how could you look at me like that?"

Amosta smiled shyly.

"Fighting evil is the inescapable responsibility of every resident of the magical world, and of course, I have no reason to refuse the Ministry of Magic's bounty of 50,000 Galleons, right?"

"I can give you more money, Blaine, if you just let me go!"

Sirius Black started wriggling again, like a maggot.

“Fifty thousand Galleons. No, I can give you more, how about one hundred thousand, Blaine? Just let me go and pretend you never saw me tonight, and I can give you one hundred thousand Galleons!”

The air, thick with the stench of decay, suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and Amosta's expression turned strange.

"One hundred thousand. You want to give me one hundred thousand Galleons in exchange for me letting you go?"

"So, Blaine, it's a deal!"

Seeing Amostella's expression, Sirius's heart pounded. He raised his head and said quickly,

“The Black family’s treasury is overflowing with gold coins. Blaine, if you let me go, I’ll give you all of them. I swear I will!”

"100,000 Galleons—hmm"

Amosta stood up, rubbing his temples in distress, and muttered to himself.

“That certainly sounds like a good deal. Well, Mr. Black, you’ve given me a real problem.”

Although he didn't know why Albus Dumbledore would choose such a person to ensure the safety of the children at the school, Black was still incredibly glad that Dumbledore had misjudged him; otherwise, he would have had to say goodbye to his revenge plan tonight.

Just as he was about to emphasize again just how much wealth the Black family, one of the Twenty-Eight Pureblood Clans, possessed (in truth, even he himself didn't know), Amosta Blaine's regretful words abruptly brought his racing heart to a halt.

“One hundred thousand Galleons is indeed a tempting fortune, Mr. Black, but unfortunately, I cannot make this deal with you.”

Amosta explained to himself.

"If he were just a simple murderer, I might have turned a blind eye, Mr. Black. It's a pity you killed Lily Potter."

You know, this woman is not only Harry's mother, but also the lifelong love of my beloved Professor Snape. I've made up my mind that if I catch you, I'll bring you before him and let him finish you off. Oh, actually, I also made a pact with your former best friend, Remus Lupin. Look at the trouble you've caused me, so many people are eager to take your dog's life—"

Amosta spread his hands and sighed.

"So you see, we can't do this deal."

"Professor Snape—"

Sirius ignored Lupin's attempt to kill him, and instead stared blankly at the pretentious Amostella, mouth agape.

"You mean, that snotty-nosed Severus Snape?"

Sirius's emotions surged again.

"Wait, Blaine, don't do this! I don't want to! I want to see Dumbledore!"

Chapter 237 What about my bounty?

"Want to see Dumbledore?"

Amosta chuckled. "You expect good-natured Dumbledore to send you back to Azkaban, so you can hide in that prison and eke out a living until your old master returns to the wizarding world and bestows upon you the highest honor?"

The silver-striped emerald snake coiled around Sirius Black flicked its scarlet tongue, cruelly licking Sirius's cheek. Amosta gave it a disdainful look.