The Return to Hogwarts

The tip of the ebony wand emitted gleaming crescent moons, and the oak guards, now out of control, were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. In an instant, they were cut into a shower of wood chips by Amostah.

Vitia's lifeless body plummeted to the ground. With a sigh, Amostella flicked his wand, halting Vitia's fall. She slowly approached Amostella, and just as everything was about to settle, a darkness deeper than the abyss suddenly seeped into the hazy Quidditch arena, like drops of ink falling into a clear pool. This darkness, brimming with evil and violence, rapidly spread. Simultaneously, a sharp, piercing voice, tinged with exasperation, followed.

"I remember telling you that it's unwise to make a move in the World Cup!"

Chapter 477 Kill

2023-09-13

When they saw the towering wooden figure, as tall as a mountain, being cut to pieces by Amosta, and the mysterious and powerful witch falling to the earth, the wizards hiding far away in the woods, including Sirius and Harry, breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, they all trusted Amosta very much, but the sense of oppression from that witch was just too strong, so much so that even Sirius, who had witnessed Amosta's full power, was constantly on edge.

"it's over--"

Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

As the sun set, the scorching air in the forest cooled down rapidly, and a gentle breeze blew by. Sirius suddenly felt a chill on his back and realized that his clothes were soaked through. Mr. Weasley and the young wizards beside him were also covered in sweat and looked disheveled.

What was supposed to be a spectacular Quidditch World Cup final, a true feast for the magical world, has turned out quite differently.

But when everything settled down, everyone looked lost and disappointed. Having witnessed such an earth-shattering battle, everyone's worldview had been completely overturned.

Harry murmured a few times, his lips parched from dehydration, as if he were about to say something, but instead, a piercing scream escaped his throat!

"what!"

Harry suddenly knelt down, covering his forehead with his hand. He felt as if a red-hot wire was stuck to his scar, and the pain rising from his very soul made him wish he could die immediately.

"Oh, is this kid Harry Potter? What happened to him?"

The unexpected turn of events left Sirius and his companions, whose minds were still reeling from the incredible duel, stunned for several seconds before they could react. It was Ephias Dorje, who was nearby, who was the first to come to his senses and asked with concern.

"What's wrong, Harry!"

Sirius, startled awake, immediately pounced on Harry, lifting him from the ground and holding him in his arms. Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys also surrounded Harry, but they were all at a loss, looking at the agonizing Harry.

“Scar!” Harry, who was in so much pain he was about to faint, managed to squeeze out the word.

"Your scar hurts again, Harry?" Ron looked helpless, gripping Harry's wrist tightly and looking at Hermione with a helpless gaze. But what decent answer could Hermione possibly give at this moment?

"Go find Amostall, Sirius Black, maybe he can help Harry!"

Noticing that Sirius was overwhelmed by worry and heartache, Mr. Weasley anxiously reminded him.

Without a word, Sirius picked up Harry and was about to rush back towards the ruins, but the space above the arena, suddenly turned black, made Sirius hesitate!

"I warned you that it would be unwise to make a move in the World Cup!"

A chilling voice emanated from the irregular mass of black ink that had stained the void. Immediately afterward, the black waves surged back, crashing towards Vitia Kriona, who was drifting toward Amosta.

Amost's expression darkened slightly, but his eyes showed little surprise. Or rather, he had anticipated this scene when he sensed the priestess's magic in the Quidditch arena that night.

Amosta already knew that the Druid priestess had colluded with the most notorious dark wizard in the history of the British wizarding world, and that Criona's attempt to kidnap Harry was undoubtedly Voldemort's doing. In fact, he suspected that Voldemort was the mastermind behind the operation, and that Lucius Malfoy's hiring of wizards from the underworld was also to facilitate this plan.

But Voldemort's words just now made Amosta realize that his guess was wrong. Although Criona took a huge risk by attacking Harry at the World Cup, this action did not seem to be at Voldemort's behest, but rather her own decision.

As his thoughts raced, Amosta let out a soft sigh.

Ever since he entered the magical world, he had anticipated that one day he would face the Dark Lord, who had caused immense harm to the British magical community and brought grief to countless families. However, he had not expected that they would meet under such unforeseen circumstances!

A few strange lights flashed in Amosta's brown pupils. Although he had finally encountered him, he did not want to pay any more attention to him at this moment, because it was meaningless.

Amostella's wand trembled, and as the tip traced a path through the misty air, a powerful force suddenly erupted, causing Vitia Creona, who was almost engulfed by the black waves, to accelerate abruptly and break free the moment the waves closed.

The rolling black waves roared like a violent bellow, and a pair of scarlet eyes flickered in and out of view. The next second, a green light overflowing with a surging aura of death burst forth from the waves, heading straight for Amosta's face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The profound malice and powerful magic endowed the cursed light with unimaginable power. As the green light streaked across the space, the air was ionized and emitted a dazzling halo. In a daze, Amosta seemed to see a wave of white bones surging towards him.

snort!

A thunderous, majestic snort echoed through the night sky as Amosta's wand thrust forward, and a massive platinum metal shield abruptly appeared in the air.

Boom!

The instant the Killing Curse's light clashed with the shield, every single wizard watching from the forest turned deathly pale. In their mental world, a muffled boom suddenly resounded. This boom wasn't ear-piercing, but it disrupted the flow of magic within their bodies. Many elderly and frail wizards even rolled their eyes and were knocked unconscious.

The shield and the cursed light both melted away!

The powerful earth energy wave swept across all directions with the force of a plowshare sweeping away a cave, even dispersing some of the roaring black waves!

Amosta took only one step back, and once he regained his balance, he suddenly extended his left hand toward Vitia Kriona.

call out!

The druidic wand, passed down through generations, flew out of her hand first, leaving only a blur. Vitia, who had already lost the ability to resist but was still conscious, followed closely behind. As she watched Amosta Blaine's cold and stern face rapidly enlarge in her field of vision, it was hard to tell whether her expression at that moment was one of despair or relief.

Amosta Blaine!

If this foolish woman is really captured here, then all the plans afterward will be in vain. Who knows how many years it will take to encounter such a good opportunity again? Moreover, this woman knows his important secret!

At this crucial moment, Voldemort finally gambled everything. The black waves dissipated, and what appeared before Amostra was a creature the size of a house-elf, with an ugly, twisted face covered in repulsive sores.

Voldemort, a freak, glared venomously at the indifferent Amostella Blaine. Then, he lunged at Amostella Blaine as if to take him down with him. This resolute act made Amostella frown. He withdrew his wand and suddenly raised it high. In the blink of an eye, using the wand as a hilt, a hundred-foot-long golden flaming greatsword extended. The next second, the greatsword slashed down!

Boom! ! !

The loudest roar of the night so far has occurred, as the explosive shockwave from the burning dark magic shot high into the sky, even scattering the thick clouds that covered the night sky!

call--

Suddenly sensing something, Amostella withdrew the giant metal shield that had been summoned again, and swung his wand down sharply, instantly dispelling the dust and smoke. Vitia Creona's figure was disappearing into a twisted vortex, and Voldemort's deformed body had also been melted away, leaving only an indistinct shadow, more ethereal than a ghost, guarding the vortex.

"Amosta Blaine, I'll remember your name. We'll meet again—"

Like a low groan from hell, as the vortex was smoothed out, the shadowy figure gazed deeply at Amosta before disappearing into the boundless night at an incredible speed.

Amostella slowly lowered his wand, glanced at the strangely shaped staff in his left hand, and after a long while, exhaled a breath of stale air.

"indeed--"

Gazing at the finally quiet night sky, Amosta whispered...

“We’ll see each other again soon, Mr. Riddle—”

Chapter 478 A Myriad of Tasks

2023-09-14

it's over.

Harry's breathing gradually became more regular, and with Sirius's help, he slowly stood up. His fingertips brushed against the scar, and the excruciating pain he had just felt disappeared as the black waves of the sky dissipated, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

In the quiet, dark forest, the buzzing of bees gradually rose. The foreign wizards who came to watch the World Cup looked at the Quidditch pitch, which was only a third full, and each of them had a look of shock, fear and curiosity on their faces.

“That last thing, I mean, your scar, Harry—”

Ron's face turned pale, and he stammered as he tried to voice his guess, but Sirius's warning look silenced him.

boom!

After a crisp popping sound, Amosta, now fully formed, landed steadily in front of Sirius.

He glanced at Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George. When he saw Bill and Charlie, Amosta raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at the two who seemed unsure of what expression to make. Finally, his gaze settled on Viktor Krum, who was standing next to Hermione.

"Who are you?" Amosta asked curiously.

The calm tone of the question sent a chill down Krum's dark face, turning him deathly pale. He shuddered violently, nearly collapsing from his weak legs.

“Viktor Krum, sir, I am a Bulgarian Seeker, and I am studying at Durmstrang!”

Krum stammered in broken English.

"In the private room earlier, we were blocked by three black wizards wearing black cloaks. It was this child who brought Arthur to our aid."

Sirius added.

"Are you Karkarov's student?"

“Yes, you’re right, sir!” Krum’s body was tense, as if he were being watched by a dragon.

Amosta nodded slightly, shifting his gaze from the dark-skinned, thin boy to the others. Apart from Sirius Black seemingly being injured and Harry's abnormally pale complexion, everyone else appeared to be in relatively good condition.

"Where is that dark wizard I trapped?"

“Fudge took him away. He just escaped from the box with us and then took the attacker to Rufus. I think he wants to interrogate her.”

Amosta nodded thoughtfully. The wizard she had captured came from the underworld. According to their tradition, before going on a mission, they would usually take some measures to prevent the mission information from being exposed in order to avoid being caught. The Ministry of Magic's interrogation probably wouldn't yield any good results.

After a few seconds of contemplation, Amosta came to his senses. He noticed that everyone's gaze upon him was filled with awe, to the point that they didn't know how to speak to him. At the same time, the people around him gradually noticed Amosta Blaine's presence. They slowly approached, but stopped in fear once they got close enough. A boy who looked to be about ten years old raised his camera and pointed it at him, but before the boy could press the shutter, his father snatched the camera in terror, grabbed his child, and dashed into the crowd without looking back.

The wizards around him, every one of them who came into contact with him, immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet Amosta's gaze.

Seeing this, Amosta showed no change in expression, but sighed inwardly.

No wonder that Dumbledore has spent most of his time at Hogwarts over the years, rarely leaving his headmaster's office unless absolutely necessary.

People respected Albus Dumbledore, but in a way, it could also be said that Albus Dumbledore was imprisoned at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because of people's fear of his power.

From tonight onwards, many things will be different.

But reassuringly, some people's gazes remained unchanged. Sirius Black said eagerly,

"What exactly happened, Amosta? How did you suddenly appear here? And what about that woman and that dark figure? What's going on?!"