The Return to Hogwarts

"This belongs to Hermione?"

Amosta's gaze swept across the ground, looking at the overturned dessert box and the exquisitely shaped cookies scattered everywhere, and he asked calmly.

Although Professor Blaine didn't look at him, Harry knew he was being asked a question, so he slowly nodded, his lips moving slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Professor Moody fed the entire potion to Hermione, then gently placed her on the ground. Under Blaine's gaze, his cheek twitched violently.

The raging fury in those pale purple eyes was chilling, even giving her the urge to turn and run away.

"--She'll be fine for now, but she needs more professional treatment. I don't know much about wizarding curses."

Moody parted his lips and spoke softly.

wow-

The scattered cookies and the shattered snack boxes on the ground were repaired as if time had reversed. Looking around at every pair of eyes filled with fear and confusion, Amostella finally raised his wand.

A streak of silver light suddenly shot out from the tip of the staff, rushing towards Hogwarts, and in an instant, it merged into the vast snowy world.

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang—"

Amostella's icy voice echoed throughout every corner of Hogsmeade.

"All students in Hogsmeade are to return to Hogwarts immediately without delay."

After saying that, Amostella flicked her finger, and a stretcher appeared out of thin air under Hermione, slowly lifting her up.

“I would like to trouble you to oversee the young wizards’ return to school—” Amosta looked at Professor McGonagall and the others.

“Amostella—” Professor McGonagall’s eyes glistened with tears as she looked at Amostella, “Granger, she…”

“Don’t worry—” Amosta said calmly, “she will recover, but the safety of the students here is equally important, Professor McGonagall. Make sure they are back at school as soon as possible—”

After saying that, Amosta placed his hand on the armrest of the stretcher, and a magical barrier emitting a soft, milky-white light enveloped him and Hermione. After glancing at the dazed Harry, Amosta sighed inwardly, his figure suddenly blurred, broke through the air, and flew into the sky with Hermione.

Something must not happen—Moody thought blankly, staring at the black dot that was rapidly turning into a black dot in his field of vision.

The surging winds and waves during high-speed flight were completely blocked by the magical barrier, leaving not a ripple within it.

Hermione lay on the stretcher, her head tilted limply to the side.

Her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't make out what was making the rumbling sound in her ears, but she still recognized that the person next to her was Professor Blaine.

The fear of death vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented sense of security. Now that Professor Blaine had appeared, she was unlikely to face any further danger.

But at the same time, a constant stream of grievances welled up in her heart.

This feeling of injustice brought tears to Hermione's eyes without her realizing it; a string of warm tears streamed down her pale cheeks, uncontrollable.

"Don't worry--"

Amos Tower, his gaze fixed on Hogwarts Castle, seemed to have noticed something. He looked down and saw Hermione on the stretcher, tears streaming down her face. His eyelids twitched slightly, and he gave Hermione a reassuring smile.

"Don't be afraid, we'll make you healthy soon—"

For some reason, Professor Blaine's light, airy voice drowned out the howling rumble in her ears. Hermione heard it clearly. She tried to blink, wanting to see Professor Blaine more clearly, but the warmth rising in her heart made her relax. Waves of exhaustion washed over her, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, Hermione's eyes rolled back and she fell asleep.

Wow!

Amosta flew straight over the school wall and crossed Black Lake. The strong wind generated by her high speed squeezed the ice floes floating on the lake surface, making a clattering sound.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Amosta had already swept across the undulating, snow-covered lawn and landed at the castle gate, where Dumbledore and Snape were already waiting, while Fawkes was circling above them.

The instant their eyes met, Amosta saw the same surging rage in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes. In the heat of the moment, Dumbledore's magic roared like the sea under a typhoon. Perhaps influenced by the fierce aura emanating from Dumbledore's tall, thin body, or perhaps by the frantic rush after receiving the message, Severus's face was taut, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his dark eyes also showed fluctuations of emotion.

"I suppressed the corrosive effects of the poison and curse on Miss Granger's body, and Moody used some unusual potions to help her repair her damaged life force—"

Amosta, holding onto the stretcher, strode up the steps.

With a flash of light, the three people appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore waved his wand dramatically, and a sofa used for entertaining guests in the office rolled over and landed in front of the three of them, transforming into a hospital bed.

Amosta controlled the unconscious Hermione, lifting her from the stretcher and gently landing her on the bed.

Dumbledore, Amosta, and Severus stood on either side of the bed and at its head, looking down at Hermione, who had suffered a terrible ordeal. Fawkes also landed next to Hermione's cheek, lowered his head, and looked at her tenderly with his ruby-like eyes. Then, he blinked and dripped a few tears onto Hermione's lips.

"It's no use—"

All three were observing Hermione in their own ways, Severus said, his lips dry.

"The poison and the curse she was afflicted with are intertwined; as long as the curse exists, the poison will not disappear. This curse..."

"A very powerful curse; the person who poisoned her intended to kill her—"

Amosta's eyes were cold and sharp as he spoke to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's flowing beard and bluish complexion revealed his fury, but he said nothing. He simply bent down and scrutinized the frozen black cloud within Hermione's body with sharp eyes. This cloud was bound to Hermione's life and magic, and if not for Amostella's suppression, Hermione would have died soon.

Severus's gaze swept to the snack box at the foot of the bed. He quickly walked over, took a piece, sniffed it, squinted at it for a moment, and then shook his head slightly at Amosta.

"There's no poison in the food—"

Dumbledore straightened up. "Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley—"

"They're alright--"

Amosta shook his head slightly.

"The one who cast the curse probably wasn't after them... they're on their way back from Hogsmeade—"

"I need a few of Fox's tears--"

Severus knew perfectly well why Amosta had brought him here; he looked at Dumbledore.

“I can concoct some potions that Granger can drink continuously to help suppress the poison and regain her consciousness, but you must break the curse as soon as possible, otherwise she will eventually succumb to it—”

Chapter 745 A Failed Rescue

2024-02-09

True anger is silent.

After Severus left in a hurry, Amosta and Dumbledore stood on either side of Hermione's sickbed, their gazes lowered. The surge of emotions from these two foremost great wizards of the time caused a tremendous upheaval in the invisible world of magic. The portraits of the former headmaster on the wall, fearing the restless magic, all fell silent.

Finally, Dumbledore took action.

He muttered incantations as the elder wand in his hand traced mysterious paths, gradually emanating a holy light from its tip. The light grew stronger and stronger until finally, it was as if a bright moon was hanging on the tip of Dumbledore's wand!

Amosta could tell that Dumbledore was using a very ancient form of magic, and he remained calm, quietly awaiting the outcome.

The light in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses was incredibly solemn. He stopped chanting, and lowered his wrist, slowly pressing the 'moon' at the tip of his staff into Hermione's body.

A glint flashed in Amostall's eyes as he seized the opportunity to remove the suppression of Hermione's innate magic and the curse.

In the world of magic, the magical toxins that had permeated Hermione's body evaporated instantly upon encountering the bright moon conjured by Dumbledore, like water poured onto a red-hot iron plate. The moon 'crushed' Hermione's body, removing all the black toxins wherever it touched.

Meanwhile, the faint black smoke rising from Hermione's body quickly dissipated as the venomous snake was removed, and the color returned to Hermione's cheeks.

This was undoubtedly a welcome change, but neither Dumbledore nor Amosta showed any joy in their eyes.

'Bright Moon' finally finished cleansing Hermione's body and headed towards her right arm, the place where the curse lingered.

It seemed like a war. The 'bright moon' that had merged into Hermione's body and was resting on her right shoulder separated into strands of pure white silk. These radiant silk threads, like soldiers, rushed towards Hermione's forearm without hesitation.

Seemingly sensing impending destruction, the dark cloud on Hermione's forearm churned violently, as if trying to shift itself away. However, its escape route was blocked, and it could only tremble as it underwent purification.

Victory was within reach, but Dumbledore remained cautious in controlling his magic, because if the powerful moon were to go out of control first, Hermione, whose magic was already exhausted, might lose her life under his magic first.

The shimmering white threads pounded against the dark clouds at an extremely high frequency, as if a heavy rain had just washed away the impurities of the ground. As time passed, the dark cloud gradually faded away, trembling.

The internal battle wasn't entirely without effect on Hermione. While unconscious, Hermione's right hand twitched uncontrollably, and beneath her fair skin, the blood vessels and meridians arched and twisted like earthworms, appearing quite ferocious.

Amosta put his index and middle fingers together and gently placed them on Hermione's forearm.

He did not interfere with Dumbledore's attempt; however, he would need to provide immediate support should the situation turn against him.

call---

The moment the dark cloud completely dissipated, a gentle breeze appeared out of nowhere beside the bed. Amosta and Dumbledore's gazes immediately focused, both looking somewhat astonished.

There was nothing under the dark clouds, as if the curse had been completely wiped away!

"No curse seed--"

Startled, Dumbledore spoke up immediately, his brow furrowed, his expression extremely serious.

A curse without a seed?

Amostah's lips tightened; this simply didn't make sense.

Amosta had deciphered the Blood Curse and successfully mastered this evil curse invented by the despicable Halbo.

Every curse has a core – the so-called curse seed. Only by directly dismantling the curse seed can the curse be completely removed.

Amos Tower and Dumbledore both believed that the curse afflicting Hermione was hidden beneath this dark cloud, but to their surprise, after peeling away the outer disguise, there was nothing at its core.

"Amosta!"

Just as Amos Tower was deep in thought about this question, momentarily lost in thought, Dumbledore's aged face suddenly changed, and he shouted.

Amos Tower's gaze sharpened. The dark cloud that Dumbledore had just dispelled had suddenly reappeared without warning, clinging to Hermione's right forearm, even stronger than before.

There was no time to ponder how the strange events had occurred. Dumbledore dared not experiment on the weakened Hermione any further. He immediately removed the 'Moonlight' that had been pressed into Hermione's body, letting it dissipate into the air. Meanwhile, Amosta pressed his fingers together, and his powerful magic completely sealed off the flow of magic within a certain area.

Having done all this, Amosta withdrew his finger, and Dumbledore waved away Zhang Jianmingyue. Their gazes met above Hermione.