The Return to Hogwarts

2023-10-16

London is also a world-renowned international metropolis in Muggle society.

At 10 p.m., for the Muggle youth living in this city, it's just the beginning of their nightlife. The bustling commercial street is packed with people, filling almost every inch of space. They bask in the dazzling neon lights, going in and out of shops, bars, and cafes, fully enjoying the advancements that Muggle technology brings to their lives.

hula-

A few blocks away, a dazzling firework suddenly appeared on a dilapidated building. Perhaps in a quiet village or wilderness, this firework would be eye-catching enough, but in a city shrouded in neon lights, it was inconspicuous at all. Even two lovers who were passionately cuddling in the dark gaps of the dilapidated building's side wall did not notice the movement on the roof of the building so close by.

Amosta emerged from the flames, looked around, and saw the lonely red phone booth standing in the cold wind on the desolate street below. He breathed a slight sigh of relief and patted Fox's warm head, which was perched on his shoulder, with appreciation.

Long-distance apparition is a heavy burden for wizards. Although for Amosta, as long as he doesn't cross borders, this kind of exertion is generally not a big problem, it will still affect his condition.

Then, the phoenix's spatial traversal was completely free of such risks. It must be said that Dumbledore indeed had a very useful pet, especially since most of the wizards' spatial sealing magic was ineffective against Fawkes.

Time was of the essence, and Amosta had no time to waste. He took out his wand and etched silver-white marks on the space under the dim light of the night. A black and white serpent with wings on its back leaped out of the marks and slithered in front of Amosta.

After being infused with a few wisps of silvery mist, the Teng Snake spread its wings and swooped down towards the earth like a streak of light, piercing through the ground without causing the slightest ripple.

Having done all this, Amosta put away his wand and strolled on the rooftop of the dilapidated building, facing the brightly lit Muggle commercial street. His gaze pierced through the walls, fixed on the laughing faces, and he fell into a long silence.

Fox tilted its head, its jewel-like eyes clearly reflecting the faint loneliness that appeared on that young face. Fox seemed used to this expression; it let out a melodious cry and gently stroked Amosta's slightly cold cheek with its side profile.

boom!

The explosion shattered the night's facade of tranquility, and Sirius Black appeared in the deserted street below. As soon as he appeared, he anxiously looked around, and to Amosta's surprise, Tonks was with him.

"I'm here—"

Amosta's normal voice accurately entered Sirius and Tonks' ears, and then, with two more rapid explosions, Sirius and Tonks Apparated to the rooftop.

"Amosta!"

Being an Auror is indeed a tough job. Amosta noticed that Sirius, who had rushed up to him, was thinner than he had been a month ago, and his skin had returned to the sun-baked look it had when the two of them went out to sea.

Sirius glanced with surprise at Fox perched on Amosta's shoulder, then composed himself and said anxiously,

"What are you doing here? Why don't you come straight to the ministry? We need to hurry. Scrimgeour has already gone to Fudge to report the situation. If they beat us to it, then Remus—"

Sirius was breathing heavily, fear flickering in his gray eyes. No one knew the horrors of Azkaban better than him. If Remus was imprisoned in Azkaban, he was doomed!

"Um--"

Amosta gave a steady hum.

"Tell me the details first. Why did Remus fall into your hands? Was it a coincidence or—"

"It was a complete accident!"

Having weathered many storms, Sirius quickly regained his composure. He paused for a few seconds, organizing his thoughts, and then spoke swiftly.

"Recently, several well-known companies have been the victims of intrusions. They didn't lose anything. Normally, such matters would be handled by the regular enforcement team or strikers of the Executive Division. However, these companies have put pressure on Fudge, hoping that he will investigate the truth as soon as possible."

So, Fudge had Scrimgeour send us out. One group was tracking us down, and another group was sent out to keep watch. Tonight, Tonks, Kingsley, Dexter, and I were sent to Floo Boom on guard. Unexpectedly…”

Sirius's face was extremely gloomy; he hadn't expected to run into Remus so coincidentally.

"I don't know!"

Tonks looked completely bewildered.

"Could it be that Remus was behind everything before? Why would he do that! He... he couldn't have been stealing, right? The companies that contacted the Ministry of Magic have already said they didn't lose anything, so... what is he investigating?"

Sirius glanced quickly at the composed Amosta. Needless to say, Remus was acting on Amosta's orders, investigating the true controlling families of these powerful corporations. These people were very cunning and often hid themselves very well.

We'll talk about this later—

Amosta gestured for Tonks to remain calm, then turned to look at Sirius.

"How is Remus doing right now?"

"He was held in the Auror's office cell. He fought with Dexter and Kingsley. He was still unconscious when he was brought to the Ministry of Magic!"

A sinister glint flashed in Sirius's eyes.

"However, I checked his injuries and found that he had only suffered some impact, not serious injuries. Scrimgeour didn't want me to get close to the cell. My relationship with Remus is no secret, and he's probably afraid that I'll secretly let Remus leave. Delis has always been hostile towards me, and he's very wary of me."

"Dalis always thought that the dark wizard who unleashed Fiendfire during the mission at Grimmauld Place last year was you."

Tonks said, looking nervously at Amosta.

"You're confident you can rescue Remus, right, Amosta?"

"rest assured--"

Amosta smiled.

"Remus will be fine. But the most important thing now is that we need time."

"time?"

Sirius's eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you need us to do, Amosta?"

"You just said that Remus was unconscious when he was taken to the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Amos Tower asked, and after receiving Sirius's confirmation, Amos Tower nodded slightly. "You only need to do one thing for me, which is to find an opportunity to send a message to Remus, keeping him in a state of delirium. I suggest you ask Kingsley for help. He has a good relationship with Dumbledore and won't refuse your request. Moreover, I suspect that Dumbledore has also given him instructions to assist."

Seeing the two people engrossed in their conversation, Amosta paused for a moment before continuing.

"According to the law, even suspects have the right to request treatment for their injuries before cooperating with the investigation from the Ministry of Magic. You can help Remus apply to go to St. Mungo's for treatment first. In any case, we need to get him to buy me two or three days."

"Aren't you going to show up now?"

Sirius was stunned.

"I need to make some preparations--"

Amostafox gestured with his head, signaling him to get ready.

“If I go to the Ministry of Magic now, it would be tantamount to using force to coerce them into releasing Remus. Although Fudge might eventually give in, it would still be a very unwise choice. I have a better way to handle this problem.”

Watching the brilliant flames dissipate before him, Sirius exhaled heavily, turned to Tonks, and said...

“Let’s go, let’s get back to the department quickly. I can’t get close to the cells right now, you need to find an excuse to call Kingsley out and have him help relay Amosta’s message to Remus.”

"Do you think Amosta has a way to rescue Remus?"

Tonks asked worriedly,

“Yes, I know Amostella is very powerful, but he can’t do anything reckless, right? Dumbledore wouldn’t allow him to do that.”

After a brief silence, Sirius stared at the spot where Amostella had disappeared.

"Don't worry, Amosta is a trustworthy person. I believe he can definitely rescue Remus."

Chapter 539 Visiting the Fairy

2023-10-17

In the early morning, the rising sun had just dispelled the fog that had enveloped a large part of the city as it emerged from the Seine. Paris, the city, was just awakening from its slumber; the wide streets were not yet congested with the endless stream of cars, and only occasionally could one see early risers jogging or cycling on the sidewalks.

Gringotts World Bank – This is the stronghold of the fairies and the absolute financial center of the Wizarding World.

In their pursuit of greater wealth, the industrious fairies had no concept of rest. The lights that had illuminated the high-rise buildings all night were dimmed by the rising sun, but the fairies working inside seemed to have taken an overdose of euphoria, their eyes bloodshot as they continued to work tirelessly at their desks.

Of course, privileged classes exist in any society and system.

The higher up the building, the quieter it became, because this was not only where the high-ranking fairies worked, but also where they lived. Therefore, there was no reason to stop those fairies, who possessed unimaginable wealth and nobility, from enjoying a delicious breakfast in the pleasant morning hours.

The highest level of the Gringotts World Bank is where Mr. Gerson Barna, who governs the powerful goblins, works and lives.

Mr. Barna is quite old, and in order to ensure he has enough energy to cope with a day's work, the period from 3 a.m. to 8 a.m. is his private time, during which no one or anything will disturb him. This rule has been faithfully followed in recent years.

But today, the situation is slightly different.

A group of fairies dressed in elegant black dresses rushed up from downstairs carrying trays of exquisite pastries. After a thorough inspection, they were allowed to enter Mr. Barna’s office, which was filled with fireplaces leading to branches all over the world. In the center of the large room, there was a table that had never been there before, with exquisite and artistic patterns carved on its four legs.

The table was covered with a complete tablecloth woven from unicorn fur, and the decorative bonsai and candlesticks, as well as the neatly arranged tableware, were all exquisite pieces.

The two fairies, Jingo and Ladi, were directing the waiters to neatly arrange the pastries on the table. Mr. Barna solemnly instructed them that an extremely distinguished guest had arrived this morning, and they must treat this distinguished guest with the utmost care.

"what happened?"

Having experienced the previous incident, both Jingo and Ladi had become more composed. They issued commands methodically, and soon all the work was ready. Ladi waved to the servant fairies, ordering them to leave the office. Then, it glanced at a door in front of Mr. Barna's office, went to Jingo's side, and finally, unable to contain its curiosity, whispered to Jingo, who had relayed the instructions, "..."

"This has never happened in nearly twenty years. Who exactly is Mr. Barna going to entertain?"

"I don't know—"

Jingo shook its head, then gave Ladi a warning look.

"Besides, that's not our concern, Piper. We just need to follow the instructions—"

Ladi's lips trembled slightly; it was clearly somewhat unconvinced by Jingodi's statement, but in the end, it chose to remain silent and obediently returned to the armrest of the chair where Mr. Barna should be sitting.

Just then, the rune on the upper part of one of the many fireplaces distributed on both sides of the office wall suddenly lit up, and a burst of emerald green flames suddenly emerged from the extinguished fireplace. Both Ladi and Jingo frowned. They both thought that the guest was coming in through the office door. They did not expect that Mr. Barna would give this guest such trust and allow him to use the fireplace in the room.

However, when the emerald flames dissipated and the figure emerging from them was clearly reflected in their pupils, an uncontrollable panic surged into their hearts like a torrent, almost overwhelming Ladi and Jingo's reason.

"Ah, it's you two little ones--"

After brushing the ashes off his robe, Amosta looked up at the office he had visited a few months ago. The surprisingly spacious office had not changed much in its furnishings, except that a dining table had been added below the magnificent crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room.

Naturally, Amosta also noticed the two little elves standing on either side of the chair armrests at the dining table, looking utterly terrified by his appearance.