The Return to Hogwarts

Behind the three people, several wizards suddenly jumped out from behind the willow trees on the lake shore. They raised their wands high, and fierce flames appeared at the tips of the wands. The raging flames shot up into the sky and covered the sky, turning into ferocious fire dragons, poisonous horned beasts and Zouwu, which circled and swooped down!

In the midst of this raging, stormy attack, Amosta, Kingsley, and Louise, who were at the center of the attack, were so small and vulnerable that it seemed as if a single wave could wipe them out completely.

Kingsley's dark skin turned pale. He was completely unable to cope with such a powerful attack and could only turn his gaze to Amosta. At the same time, he was puzzled. Each of these people who attacked them could be considered a master in the European magical world. How did they manage to have so many powerful wizards?

There's no point in dwelling on these things anymore; the most important thing now is how to survive.

Amostella, however, showed no reaction. Faced with the roaring sea of ​​fire and the tide of curses that threatened to engulf them, he didn't even raise his wand. Most importantly, Amostella seemed 'frightened into a daze,' his expression slightly blank, as if lost in thought. Only in his eyes, reflecting the brilliant firelight, did something seem to be brewing.

no way no money!

Kingsley gritted his teeth, the thought suddenly flashing through his mind. He abruptly raised his wand, intending to face the incoming attack alone, however—

The oncoming wave of spells finally came within twenty feet of where the three of them stood. Kingsley's wand, which had not yet formed its armor, suddenly vanished from the path of the enchanted light that had been advancing in unison!

Their true disappearance is as if they rushed into an invisible black hole and were completely swallowed up.

Before Kingsley could figure out what was happening, the fire dragons above them spread their fiery wings, some over ten feet long, and swooped down first. The overwhelming, irresistible heat had just touched Kingsley's cheek when the oppressive feeling suddenly vanished. The fire dragons and all the fiery mimicry curses that followed disappeared, and the sky became clear and still!

Rumble!

The earth-shaking tremors continued unabated. The figures of Amosta and his two companions were obscured by dreamlike light and shadow, making it impossible for Jasna to see them clearly. However, she and her subordinates did not stop. A tidal wave of spells continued to surge towards Amosta, and the fierce attacks peeled away layer after layer of soil.

Louise stopped screaming. She couldn't understand any of it, but at least she knew that Amostella had attacked Kingsley, who had obviously done nothing and was staring at Amostella in horror.

Within a twenty-foot radius of the center of Amosta, there seemed to be a magical void, where the rules appeared to be altered, and no magic could be condensed into an attack.

The relentless attacks lasted for two minutes. The high frequency of spellcasting made Jasna's troops extremely exhausted. Their arms hung limply as they watched the billowing dust, their faces contorted with ferocious pleasure. However, their smiles froze instantly as the dust settled and their vision cleared.

"impossible"

Jasna's lips moved silently as she spoke.

The surrounding mud was plowed over and over by the magic spell. The high temperature of the Fiendfire even melted the soil into crystals on the section from the lake shore to the rocks. However, the area near the rock where Amosta stood remained flat, with lush green grass that did not even show a trace of scorching.

As for Amosta and his two companions, they were completely unharmed!

The gentle breeze carried away the anxiety that permeated the air, but it couldn't take away the astonishment on Jasna and her men's faces.

"impossible--"

call out!

Someone uttered another incantation, defiantly unleashing a beam of emerald light towards Amosta.

This time, Amosta finally reacted. The bewildered look on his face vanished, his ethereal eyes were once again filled with a deep, dark light, and suddenly, he flicked his wand back, deflecting the cursed light.

"Failed"

Amosta, seemingly making some kind of attempt, frowned and whispered.

Amosta gently shook his head, banishing the slight displeasure caused by the defeat, and looked calmly at the people around Jasna, asking,

Who is Angus Aeschylus?

Jasna's expression shifted slightly, and she pursed her lips, while her subordinates stared blankly at Amosta Blaine.

"No?"

Amosta shook his head.

Bang, bang, bang

One after another, without warning, Jasna's subordinates were set ablaze by the golden flames. First, their clothes vanished in the flames, then their flesh and blood, and finally, only skeletons remained, struggling and howling in the flames. After their souls left their bodies, the skeletons also turned to ashes.

In the gentle spring breeze, they are like burning candles!

Chapter 795 The Judgment Moment (Part Four)

2024-03-09

Under the bleak night sky, on the hillside by the lake.

Like candles, without Amosta making any move, Jasna's subordinates were lit one after another, their souls as wicks and their flesh as molten wax, contributing their lives to create a bloody spectacle.

As the skulls, now reduced to mouths and empty eye sockets, spewed fire and continued to howl like ghosts, Louise, pale as a ghost, stared blankly at them. Suddenly, she could no longer hold back and knelt on the ground, retching.

Anton Vogel's adopted granddaughter finally came to her senses. She swung her wand at her nearest subordinate in an attempt to save his life, but the gust of wind emanating from the tip of her wand was utterly ineffective in extinguishing Amostre's Fiery Inferno, or even in causing the flames to waver in the slightest.

"Stop it, Blaine!"

Jasna let out an angry shout at Amosta, her cold, beautiful face beaded with cold sweat.

"Did those Muggles who died at your hands beg you to stop before they died?"

Amosta asked calmly.

"Muggle!"

Jasna trembled, her eyes filled with hatred as she looked at Amosta.

"Those soulless beasts are not worthy of being compared to noble wizards!"

"In my eyes, Professor Rozier, you are all livestock—"

Amosta's tone was calm and even. As his voice settled, the golden flames clinging to the wailing skeletons suddenly surged, illuminating the night with pillars of fire that rose from the ground. The roar of the fire waves drowned out the terrifying wails, and when everything dissipated, only withered embers floated in the air.

“Make a choice, Professor Rozier,”

Throughout, Amosta remained unmoved, showing neither hatred nor pleasure. He addressed Jasna Rozier, saying...

"You can choose to continue resisting and die here, or come back to England with me, confess everything you've done, and spend the rest of your life in Azkaban. Oh, and if you're lucky enough, you might get out of prison early."

Before Jasna could speak, a series of bangs suddenly came from a distance on the lake shore, and a large group of people suddenly appeared under the dim night sky.

These wizards, dressed in standard black trench coats, rushed towards us as soon as they appeared, shouting menacingly while sending out threatening sparks into the sky!

"It's the German Ministry of Magic, Mr. Blaine!"

Sweat beaded on Kingsley's temples, his face pale. "Your magic broke through the barrier I set up to conceal magical power, and the German Ministry of Magic has discovered the commotion here!"

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, Kingsley.”

Amostah glanced only at the rapidly approaching Ministry of Magic strikers.

"Now that we have found the person in question, it is time to report it to the authorities."

With a slightly melancholic smile, Amosta asked in a loud voice...

"Have you made up your mind, Professor Rozier?"

Jasna didn't hear Amosta and Kingsley's whispers, but she clearly saw the German Ministry of Magic members trying to surround them, and she said bitterly,

“You have indeed greatly surprised us, Blaine, but don’t think that no one can be your match. If that… so be it, your fate will be the same as those you just killed!”

Amosta raised his eyebrows.

"We won't let you get away with this, Amosta Blaine!"

Looking at the row of black burn marks on the ground beside her, Jasna took a few quick breaths. She looked deeply at Blaine, who was standing there calmly, as if trying to etch his face into her soul. Then, her figure suddenly disappeared into the air.

"She ran away!"

Louise, who had been gagging for a while, finally felt her breathing become easier. She had just gotten up from the ground when she saw Jasna Rozier disappear in front of her using a wizard's technique called 'Apparition'.

"That's exactly what I wanted to see."

Amostella smiled and looked at Kingsley.

“You stay here and explain everything to the German Ministry of Magic, Kingsley. I will continue the pursuit with Louise.”

"Be very careful, Mr. Blaine!"

After a moment's hesitation, Kingsley nodded, recalling the woman's shouts before she left, and solemnly gave her instructions.

Amosta nodded and, before the strikers could seal off the space, led Louise away.

A beam of red light struck Kingsley precisely. His wand traced many circles in the air before landing in the grass. Hearing the rising and falling shouts, Kingsley's worry for Amostella subsided. He took a deep breath.

“Hey, don’t be nervous, everyone. I’m Kingsley Shackle, working in the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic. I can explain all this!”

Sachsenhausen concentration camp, located in Oranienburg, north of Berlin, Germany, covers 400 hectares. It served as the headquarters for all concentration camps in the German-occupied territories during World War II and was the first concentration camp established by those notorious Muggle war enthusiasts.

But times have changed. What was once hell has become a famous tourist attraction. After the last security team that was checking for any lingering tourists left, darkness completely took over the place.

The moonlight was intense, bathing the tall walls, desolate playground, old office buildings, and fan-shaped dormitories in crimson light, while the howling wind sounded like the wails of vengeful ghosts.

In the desolate wasteland of the concentration camp, tall poplar trees cast eerie shadows on the ground. Under the shadows stood a domed watchtower, and the walls, with their concrete protective layer peeling off, were riddled with bullet holes, which were always distributed on patches of dark brown spots.

The watchtower and the surrounding ruins are all dangerous structures, and the Muggles in charge of managing the area have already cordoned off the vast area, prohibiting entry for visitors.

boom--

With a flash of silver light, Jasna Rozier stumbled and squeezed out of the void.

call.

After taking a few quick breaths, just as Jasna had fully adjusted to the light of her new environment, several wizards who suddenly emerged from the shadows of the trees surrounded her.

These guardian wizards did not completely trust Jasna just because of her appearance; they still needed to conduct a series of checks, including using coded messages. Although Jasna was extremely anxious, she knew that this was a necessary procedure.

Finally, after the guard wizards confirmed her identity and their expressions brightened, Jasna ignored their greetings and strode towards the now-ruined watchtower. Standing before the dilapidated wall, Jasna's gaze locked onto a stone brick mostly covered in moss, its surface engraved with a triangle enclosed in a circle and divided by vertical lines.

Jasna raised her hand and tapped the brick with her wand. Then, the line in the gray triangle suddenly lit up with a silver halo, which quickly spread upwards until it reached the bottom edge of a square observation hole directly above.

The walls rippled like water. Jasna reached into the wall and pulled on the silver thread. Then, the observation port on the high place quickly sank to the ground and rapidly expanded into a door covered by a silver light membrane during its descent.