The Return to Hogwarts

The defensive magic deployed around Azkaban has been integrated with the natural environment. For thousands of years, it has continuously drawn magic power from nature and stored it to power the magic. It can be said that the reserve power will almost never be depleted.

Amosta had already admitted defeat and was preparing to go home with Sirius, but unexpected changes suddenly occurred.

Ravenclaw's crown and Gryffindor's early sword!

Amos Tower possesses three relics belonging to the four founding members of Hogwarts. The Slytherin locket was found in the Black family mansion; the Gryffindor sword was a trophy from his trip to Avalon last summer; and the Ravenclaw tiara, which he acquired long ago but kept hidden until the end of last year when he gave the broken tiara to Dumbledore.

A few months earlier, he had retrieved the restored tiara from Dumbledore. He had a premonition that the relics belonging to the four leaders might one day come into play, but unexpectedly, at this very moment, these two items suddenly changed!

Beneath the dim sky, the exquisite crown radiated a holy light that quickly dispelled the pervasive pressure in the air.

Gryffindor's early sword was equally formidable, its tip pointing angrily to the sky, its crimson aura seemingly more intense than the fiery flames released by Amos Tower. Large swaths of thick clouds vanished without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.

Crowns and swords seemed to have become the masters of this world.

They fought together against Azkaban's magic, relying on their own will and strength!

The clash entered a higher-level dimension, freezing all the destructive celestial phenomena in the surrounding area. Only the heavy, leaden air hinted at the intense, invisible tug-of-war between forces.

Even Amosta couldn't see the full picture of this clash, but at least he could sense that it was a power of the same energy level.

Sirius was trapped in the cabin. He couldn't see where the anomaly was coming from. He just stared in disbelief at the constantly dissipating power of heaven and earth, thinking that Amosta had accomplished all of this with his own power.

"It's incredible!"

Sirius roared excitedly.

"How did you do that, Amosta?"

Hearing the roar, Amosta remembered that Sirius was still trapped in the cabin. He was about to release him when suddenly a clear eagle's cry and a deep lion's roar came from high above. Amosta looked up in astonishment and saw a flawless white light suddenly fall from the sky, instantly swallowing everything in his field of vision.

The protective flames vanished instantly, and Amosta, standing on the ship's roof, suddenly felt the world spinning around him, unable to see or sense anything.

In the chaos that turned the world upside down, basic concepts like time and space were erased. Amosta lost his connection to Sirius's magic. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed. The only thing he still had was a 'conscious' mind.

It took Amosta a while to suppress the discomfort of losing control of his body and try to think about what was happening before his eyes.

Without a doubt, this journey was foreseen.

Putting aside Gryffindor's sword, which for a considerable period of time was the wand of a legendary wizard like Godric Gryffindor, it must have possessed extraordinary power.

For a millennium, the diadem has passed through the hands of at least three people: Voldemort, Dumbledore, and himself. Throughout this long period, the diadem has never displayed any special power. Even when Amosta destroyed it in that magical room at Hogwarts a few years ago, or when Voldemort used it as a vessel for his soul, the diadem never demonstrated any power to protect itself.

But today, as he entered in an attempt to break into Azkaban, the crown, along with the sword, shed its disguise and revealed its divine power.

Previously it was just speculation, but now Amosta can finally confirm that the four giants are guiding him, guiding him to investigate the Twin Serpent Staff, and some things that happened after that great war that left the world incomplete.

The same confusion remains.

It was no accident that the divination of the Druidic ancestors led him into this series of mysteries; the web of his destiny had been woven a thousand years ago, or even longer.

Just as he had anticipated after his trip to Avalon, if he were determined to pursue these matters, he would very likely come into contact with more of the four great powers' contingency plans for destroying the Twin Serpent Staff!

Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, which was also mentioned by Gryffindor, still awaits someone to unveil its mysteries beneath Hogwarts Castle.

Gryffindor himself led Amostella to approach the Staff of the Serpents on the perilous island of Avalon. Amostella suddenly realized a problem he hadn't considered before. Since Gryffindor was able to bring him to the Staff of the Serpents in that way, could it be that he didn't know that the Staff of the Serpents possessed its own will, and that after breaking free from the altar's seal, it would immediately break free from his control and fall into the hands of Vitia Cliona?

These things must have been within the sights of the four great masters. What does it mean that Gryffindor did not stop them?

Was everything going according to their plan?

And then there's Merlin, the wizard shrouded in too much divine aura.

Throughout this series of events, the four founders of Hogwarts have demonstrated a strong presence, but Amostella will not overlook the fact that the root of all these events lies precisely with him.

His actions a thousand years later are all in the eyes of the four founders of Hogwarts, but were some of the arrangements made by the four founders a thousand years ago also under Merlin's control?

"Amosta Amosta"

Amosta was analyzing the problem when suddenly, a clear, ethereal voice entered his mind, startling him from his deep thought.

A moment later, Amosta realized that the pure white light surrounding him had disappeared, and the light that had penetrated his closed eyelids and entered his pupils had become perfectly normal. At the same time, he could faintly hear the rise and fall of the waves and feel the warm sea breeze brushing against his cheeks.

"Well--"

After a struggle of consciousness, Amosta's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she finally slowly opened her eyes.

The sunlight was soft and gentle, not intense at all. But even so, Amosta felt a discomfort in his eyes, as if he had been in darkness for a long time.

"How are you feeling, Amosta?"

The voice asking him was filled with concern, but it took Amosta a moment to realize that it was Sirius speaking.

Amosta blinked, her slightly hazy gaze sweeping around.

They were still in the sea, the water a jewel-like blue, the sky a bright azure, and not far away, a solitary island stood beneath the blue sky and white clouds.

This seemingly reasonable scene has many problems upon closer examination. Amosta tried to find the problem, but as soon as he thought about it, his head felt as if a dozen steel needles had been inserted, causing him unbearable pain!

Finally, his gaze fell on Sirius, who was supporting him, only to find that Sirius was looking at him strangely, as if he had discovered something amazing.

"what happened?"

"Your eyes—" Sirius exclaimed in surprise, "How did they turn this color?!"

"Oh--"

Amosta brushed her fingertips against the corner of her eye and gave a weak smile. "It's always been this color."

Amosta had never experienced such weakness before; she could only stand with Sirius's support and was even panting when she spoke.

At this moment, Amosta suddenly discovered another strange thing.

He and Sirius were actually standing on the surface of the sea, and he was certain that Sirius had not used any magic.

"I don't understand what's going on either—"

Sirius's eyes also showed confusion.

“I woke up a few minutes earlier than you, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was that we were floating on the sea. I checked, the seawater is real, but how are we standing on the water? I mean, why didn’t we sink?”

Yes, why is that?

Amosta stared at the undulating sea below, the distinct salty smell of the sea in his nostrils mingling with the cool breeze blowing in his face—it all felt so real.

"Aha, finally in!"

Just as Amosta and Sirius were trying to see through the strangeness, a familiar, even identical, but younger, hearty laugh made Amosta's hair stand on end, leaving him stunned and speechless!

Chapter 429 Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

2023-08-19

Amosta and Sirius were floating on the azure sea. The vast ocean stretched out before them, with nothing but a solitary island in the distance. Suddenly, a voice, almost etched into Amosta's soul, echoed from the void behind them!

"who is it!"

Sirius Black supported Amosta with one hand, while pointing his wand in the direction the sound came from with the other, his gray eyes filled with vigilance.

The apocalyptic scene of the world collapsing that Sirius had witnessed made him fully aware of his own weakness. With Amosta temporarily weakened and unable to take action, Sirius dared not be careless in the slightest.

The empty space, first the bow, deck, canvas, cabin, and stern, slowly emerges from the hazy, indistinct outline.

This ship looks like it has just suffered some kind of disaster.

The massive ship was covered in damage, with many places showing charred cracks, clearly indicating that it was struck by lightning.

At the tall bow of the ship, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair, a broad face, and his whole body, including his hair, was soaking wet. He had one foot on the gunwale, looked towards Azkaban, and let out a hearty laugh.

Amostella raised her head and stared intently at the wizard who seemed to regard her as nothing, her lips pressed tightly together.

Godric Gryffindor—one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the first headmaster of Gryffindor, whose legendary reputation has remained undiminished for a thousand years—appeared before him once again!

Compared to the time on Avalon Island, Gryffindor had fewer sword scars on his face and looked much younger, even appearing to be only a few years older than Amosta.

Amosta glanced at Gryffindor's waist, where a sword hung—not the one in Dumbledore's office, but the one he had obtained from Avalon.

All the obvious details made Amostella realize that Godric Gryffindor, who had suddenly appeared before her this time, should not have set foot on Avalon Island a thousand years ago.

What's going on? Is it another trace of soul power?

Amosta squinted, staring intently at Gryffindor's face, trying to see through Gryffindor's seemingly excited state during an adventure, and whether he was faking his emotions.

"That, that one."

Like Amosta, Sirius's attention was entirely focused on the middle-aged wizard standing at the bow of the ship. As the ship drew closer to them, Sirius's wand slowly fell, but the widening of his eyes and the gaping mouth became increasingly exaggerated, his expression contorted with horror!

"I...I didn't misread it, I mean, that's right."

Sirius's body trembled violently, his face flushed, and he mumbled incoherently, while the hand gripping Amosta's arm tightened its hold.

"Am I dreaming, Amosta!"

Sirius finally managed to utter a coherent sentence. He struggled to shift his incredulous gaze to Amosta's face and asked quickly.

“What I saw is the same as what you saw, Sirius, so you're not dreaming—”

Amosta pursed his lips tightly and spoke softly.

"call--"

Sirius was breathing heavily.

"But...how is this possible? This person, if I'm not mistaken, is..."

Sirius's face flushed as he stared intently at the middle-aged wizard's face. Of course, he also noticed the sword at the wizard's waist. A wizard in a wizard's robe with no wand but a sword by his side—Sirius would laugh at anyone else for this, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it.