The Return to Hogwarts

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Hein ran his fingers along the frame of the gold pocket watch as he explained.

"The old master used to love this pocket watch. He always wore it. This pocket watch had magic. If you put a photo in it, it could show what the wizard looked like in the photo at that moment."

"So amazing!"

Louise clicked her tongue in amazement. Then she noticed that the people in the photo weren't frozen in time; they were actually moving. Undoubtedly, this was a kind of magic. Louise looked at the photo with envy. For a reporter, this kind of magic was incredibly alluring.

"--After Master Adam brought Miss Gassna back, they left this photo. The old master gave the pocket watch to Miss Gassna, but when Miss Gassna left, she left the pocket watch in the room. Hein was worried that the old master would get hurt, so he secretly hid the pocket watch."

Hein held the pocket watch, slowly raising it to Amosta, his eyes filled with hope.

“Mr. Blaine, if you see Miss Gassna, could you please return this pocket watch to her?”

"You've gone to great lengths to save their lives, Hein."

Amostella took the pocket watch, ran his fingertips along its edge a few times, glanced at it, and then put it in his pocket.

"As a little elf of the Vogel family, you should be able to find those two at any time, right?"

Hein nodded slowly.

“Yes, Mr. Blaine, Hein knows where they are, but the old master warned Hein not to go to see them, so Hein can only tell you their location.”

Hein gave two addresses: Jasna was in Berlin, where they had previously been, and Adam Vogel was currently in a small Muggle town in Austria.

Who should we go to first?

Louise asked,

"It seems to me that Adam is the one who orchestrated all of this. We'd better go find him first."

"Do not--"

Amosta shook his head.

“Let’s go see Miss Rozier first. Let’s go. It’s time to end all this.”

Chapter 792 The Moment of Judgment (Part 1)

2024-03-08

The oppressive smog that had hung over Berlin finally dissipated under the full daylight. But as the sky cleared, the sun reached the southwestern horizon, and the blood-red sunset dyed the vast expanse of clouds on the horizon, a crimson curtain draped over the mountains.

The grass was lush and green, and many students sat on the ground, enjoying a rare moment of leisure and comfort after school and before dinner.

Watching the young people gathered in small groups, bursting into lighthearted laughter from time to time, Louise stood at the edge of the lawn, her fists clenched at her sides. Her delicate face showed a mixture of sadness and anger, and worry.

"you say--"

After standing there for a long time, Louise turned around and looked at Amosta, who was waiting behind her to unleash her emotions.

"Does this school also have the kind of magic club that Frazier was involved in?"

They are now at a world-renowned university in Berlin, where, according to information provided by Hein, Jassna has long worked.

It seems absurd that a wizard would hold a long-term position in a Muggle high school, but in fact, it was not entirely unexpected for Amosta and his group. Judging from the situation in Italy, this organization, which was acting on some 'legacy' that should have been buried long ago, was not so indifferent to the wisdom of Muggles.

The university brings together the most energetic and brilliant young people in Muggle society. Although these people know nothing about magic, perhaps a brilliant idea from these outstanding young Muggles can really solve some problems.

Louise looked at the young people with a sorrowful expression, wondering if any of them were experiencing the tragedy that Fraser had gone through.

“Mr. Blaine—”

Kingsley didn't feel as much melancholy as Louise. Looking around at the countless Muggle students who occasionally passed by, casting curious glances their way, he felt a deep unease.

“This environment is not good for us, Mr. Blaine. There are too many Muggles. If we encounter fierce resistance later, it will be difficult to protect the safety of the Muggles. Moreover, we are in Berlin now, and the German Ministry of Magic is not far from us. If there is any unusual magical alarm, the Aurors here will come immediately.”

“This matter is nearing its end, Kingsley,”

Amosta remained calm.

"I'm not too concerned about whether the German Ministry of Magic will find out, but you're right, maybe we should be careful not to cause too much of a commotion."

The subtle chill in Amostella's tone and Kingsley's tense face finally made Louise nervous. She realized what she was about to witness, and at the same time, she was very clear about the earthquake that would ensue if the magical world were exposed to the public eye.

While she believes the public has the right to know the truth and to know that there is a group of 'privileged people' with magic in this world, she also undoubtedly acknowledges that this matter needs to be addressed gradually.

Moreover, since the Wizarding Secrets Act so strictly governs the behavior of wizards, if the magical world were exposed, Amostra and Kingsley would be the first to suffer severe punishment from their own kind. She did not want Amostra and Kingsley to pay a heavy price because of Frazier's affair.

"let me see--"

Amosta looked around and gazed into the distance.

On the other side of the campus, there is a row of weeping willows, just like those along the shore of Black Lake. The oval-shaped lake, on the side furthest from the campus, connects to the continuous mountain range.

The slopes of the mountains are gentle near the shore, with a few spruce trees scattered on the grassy slopes. As the distance increases, the vegetation gradually becomes denser, eventually forming a lush forest.

At this moment, the setting sun gradually fades, and wisps of cold smoke linger at the edge of the dark green forest, seemingly poised to devour the world of light. On the hillside, young people who had been admiring the sunset walk home hand in hand.

Amosta nodded slightly.

The location is good; it's an excellent burial place.

Turning his head, Amosta's gaze, shimmering with a soft glow, swept over the young students who were gradually rising from the lawn, preparing to go to lunch or return to their dormitories. His eyes quickly settled on a girl with a ponytail, sitting cross-legged on the grass, a copy of Thomas Aquinas's *Summa Theologica* resting on her lap, engaged in a lively conversation with her friend.

"Wait for me here."

After saying that, Amosta left Louise and Kingsley and stepped onto the lawn toward the girl.

No matter where you are, good looks will always attract more attention.

With his handsome features and a calm yet not sharp demeanor, Amosta had already attracted a lot of attention. If it weren't for Louise beside him and Kingsley, who looked like a tough guy, many girls would probably have come up to chat him up.

As Amosta left the two of them, he attracted the attention of the nearby girls like a black hole. By the time he reached the girl next to him, they had been waiting for a long time.

“I hope I’m not interrupting your conversation—” Amosta said gently with a smile.

"Oh!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the two girls came to their senses. They quickly jumped up from the grass and looked at Amosta, seemingly unable to believe that such a handsome man would come to chat them up.

"no!"

The girl holding the book said in a slightly shrill voice, "Well—actually, we've almost finished talking!"

"That's good--"

Amosta's tone remained gentle as he extended his hand to the girl with the ponytail.

"I am Fraser Andre".

“Tina,” the girl said nervously, glancing quickly at Louise at the edge of the lawn with a hint of confusion in her eyes, but she immediately replied, “I’m Tina Bull, you can call me Tina!”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Tina—"

Amosta's smile faded slightly.

“Well, Tina, I’ve been asked to deliver something to Professor Jasna Rozier at the seminary, but you see,” Amosta shrugged with a hint of annoyance, “this is my first time here, and I’m not very familiar with the area, so, you see—”

"Oh, no problem, I can take you to her. At this time, she should be having lunch in the faculty and staff cafeteria!"

Tina spoke quickly, without the slightest hesitation.

“Oh, that would be wonderful, but,” Amosta nodded readily, then hesitated slightly.

“I’m planning to give Professor Rozier a little surprise. Could you please help me deliver this to Professor Rozier and tell her that I’ll be waiting for her on that hillside?”

Amosta pointed to the hillside across the lake and politely made his request.

The pocket watch that Hein had asked him to hand over appeared in Amosta's palm as he looked intently at the girl named Tina.

Even if she were just a naive student, or even a Muggle, the girl could tell that the pocket watch Fraser had taken out was quite valuable. Needless to say, it was a gold pocket watch, and judging from its antique style, it seemed to be an antique.

The girl seemed hesitant, which was perfectly normal, since she wouldn't be able to pay for the loss of the pocket watch if it were lost in her possession.

Amostah withdrew his hand from his sleeve, and a bronze knut twisted and deformed in his palm, transforming into an exquisite ouroboros-shaped bracelet. After a faint glow flashed across the bronze ring, Amostah handed it to the Muggle girl.

"This is a thank-you gift from me; it may bring you good luck--"

"Let's go, let's wait for them over there."

Returning to Kingsley and Louise, Amostah gestured with his chin toward the lake.

"them?"

Louise accurately caught the error in Amosta's words.

"Oh, in my opinion,"

Amosta looked around the campus, filled with buildings of different styles, and smiled. "She might not be the only one coming later."

Will that Muggle girl be in danger?

Kingsley glanced at the Muggle girl who was running off to deliver the pocket watch to Jasna and said in a low voice.

"I've already taken precautions—"

Amosta said, pausing briefly before speaking slowly.

"But if Jasna Rozier really made the wrong choice, then I can only apologize."