The Return to Hogwarts

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"That madman has lost control?!"

A wizard standing next to Amosta murmured absentmindedly.

"No, I have to get out of here—"

The alarm-seeking wizard rushed through the crowd toward the fireplace, only to find it had stopped working for some unknown reason. He cursed and spat, then jogged toward the hall exit.

call--

A sudden gust of wind, like the roar of a fire dragon, emanated from the passageway, followed by a thick cloud of gray smoke that billowed out and filled the air above the hall. Following the smoke was a black sand storm conjured by Aeschylus.

Compared to before, the black sand storm has become much stronger, with its rapidly spinning center radiating a crimson aura representing anger.

"Amosta Blaine!!!"

Countless grains of black sand vibrated at a high frequency, emitting an extremely sharp scream.

The expressions of the base wizards in the hall immediately became quite interesting. Amosta Blaine... he's in the base?!

Only a portion of the people felt horrified and panicked; others, upon hearing the name, showed coldness, anger, or even a desire to try it out.

Meanwhile, Aeschylus, hovering in mid-air, had spotted Amosta in the crowd. As if the sky were collapsing, a black torrent containing evil magic shrieked and rushed towards Amosta again, but Amosta swung his wand and dispersed it once more.

Roar, roar, roar!

The power of the black sand storm seemed inexhaustible. When it was scattered and then reassembled, it expanded even further. It was fearless and charged at Amosta Blaine again and again, only to be annihilated in the flashes of silver and green time and time again.

"Kill Blaine!"

The quick-thinking wizard who had rushed out of the base earlier returned to the hall. He shouted angrily, "Brain has sealed off the base with Fiendfyre! The German Ministry of Magic is outside! We can only leave if we kill him!"

Wow!

The crowd erupted in uproar. The base wizards, who had just been watching the duel, finally stopped hesitating and scattered into a group, surrounding Amosta and Louise.

With hundreds of wands pointing at him simultaneously, even Amosta dared not let his guard down. The vortex in his pupils finally began to spin again, the purple in his eyes faded, and tiny sparks of electricity occasionally flashed across his eyes.

“Close your eyes—” Amosta whispered.

"What?" Louise asked in surprise.

Louise never received an answer; the war had already begun…

The dazzling light before her eyes made Louise momentarily believe that she had fallen into the sun. The light, which contained a magical power that could shake the space, obscured Louise's vision and made her cry out in pain.

Everything that had happened by the lake reappeared. The light of the spell vanished abruptly when it approached Amosta at a certain distance, as if the magic had been broken down and returned to nature.

Unlike before, Amosta did not stand still and wait for the attack to end. He violently flicked his wand upwards, and the earth suddenly shook. Sharp spikes grew from the ground from near to far. In the blink of an eye, dozens of wizards died on the spot, their bodies hanging helplessly on the sharp spikes.

This highly efficient elimination did not shake the remaining people; instead, it fueled their anger. One after another, these wizards with considerable magical skill brandished their wands and used various methods to leave the ground to avoid being strangled by the spikes again. Then, they launched a fierce attack!

Killing Curse, Heart-Rending Curse, Corrosion Curse, Fiery Blaze.

Dangerous yet dazzling flames continued to crash against the invisible barrier surrounding Amosta, the rumbling sound like a summer thunderstorm!

Under these powerful attacks, the strange, invisible barrier surrounding Amosta began to crumble, the clear space being compressed inch by inch. This torrential downpour finally made Amosta take the situation seriously, his wand flashing repeatedly, layer after layer of defensive magic appearing.

Surrounding Amosta and Louise, eight distorted silver-blue vortexes appeared in the outermost space, slowly swirling and devouring the incoming spells while growing stronger.

Beyond the vortex appeared several large, platinum-gold metal shields, their positions constantly shifting. These tangible shields met the rain of attacks, producing a continuous, heavy thud.

Amosta brushed Louise's hand away and waved his wand wildly.

A colossal golden fire python, resembling a mortal serpent, roared with earth-shattering fury. Its tail coiled around the earth, protecting the cold-faced Amosta within. It opened its ferocious maw, the size of a cavern, and spewed pillars of fire in all directions. The eerie green fiery beasts summoned by the wizards guarding the base crumbled instantly under the golden flames. However, the giant python did not show any overwhelming power.

Countless beams of magical light struck the fire python, creating violent ripples that caused the fire python to roar repeatedly!

Chapter 799 The Judgment Time (Final)

2024-03-11

There was no magic to seal the deal; the two sides in the fierce battle were using the most primitive methods to strangle each other.

Amos Tower's eyes had returned to their original brown color. He exuded a chilling aura like a sharp sword, constantly waving his wand to solidify the form of the fire python and control it to slaughter the rebellious wizards in the hall. If this scene of his slaughter were seen by the outside world, Amos Tower would probably be branded as Voldemort before he even took over Dumbledore's job!

This is a holy war!

Believers who are loyal to 'God' are willing to give their lives for their faith and elevate themselves in the golden flames. Similarly, those 'false protectors' who use faith as an excuse to indulge in evil thoughts begin to back down when their lives are seriously threatened.

As the battle continued, purgatory descended upon the hall, with white bones floating in the flowing lava!

The golden sun that had appeared at the Quidditch World Cup reappeared. Amostah stood within a golden fireball formed from magma, slowly floating in the air supported by surging magic, coldly watching the surviving wizards of the base below.

Fleeting streams of fire constantly surged from the golden, blazing surface where Amosta resided. He raised his wand, and the restless streams of fire, as if attracted by something, rapidly converged above the wand, eventually condensing into a dazzling golden sword of flame!

Like a god about to unleash divine punishment, Amosta's indifferent and vast voice echoed throughout hell, while his infinitely towering body emanated a pressure as if a tangible torrent were collapsing.

I'll only say it once.

Amosta ignored what was below.

"Drop your wands and surrender, or die here."

Gazing up at the blurry figure amidst the endless light and shadow, watching as it emerged unscathed from the fierce attacks of hundreds of people, having already killed most of their comrades, and feeling the burning heat and murderous intent pressed against their skin, the rebels gradually calmed down, becoming utterly dejected.

A magic wand fell to the ground with a thud.

"We can't possibly defeat him," someone said dejectedly.

“This is a new god.” Someone instinctively knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their face.

Pat, pat, pat.

One wand after another fell to the ground. Gradually, the rumbling in the hall and the sporadic flashes of strange-colored magic disappeared, leaving only a golden sun slowly sinking to the ground.

Awe, fear, worship.

Amosta landed on the ground with a thud. He looked around, bathed in admiring gazes, his expression calm. However, a ripple stirred within his heart.

It has to be said, it's very tempting to become a god.

But the thought of temptation only lingered in Amosta's mind for a short time before being extinguished, and his thoughts returned to reason.

Splash--

As Amosta lowered his wand again, the abandoned wands on the ground whistled sharply as they embedded themselves in the undamaged ground beneath Louise's feet. A rope, imbued with an anti-Apparition charm, shot from the wand tips, binding the surviving wizards of the base tightly.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Blaine."

Faced with reality, some people finally broke down, prostrating themselves on the ground and sobbing.

"I also have children—"

This seems to have sounded the clarion call for self-reflection, with people constantly pleading their innocence to Amosta, hoping to receive divine forgiveness.

"You will receive a fair trial—"

When Amosta began to speak, the noisy hall immediately fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"If you are willing to voluntarily confess your crimes, the International Federation of Wizarding Societies and the national ministries of magic will consider reducing your sentences accordingly."

A group of people who had lost the will to resist were eager to confess. They wanted to come to Amosta and confess immediately, but they dared not approach him without permission.

Louise stood frozen in place, watching this scene unfold, watching that straight, upright figure, opening her mouth but not knowing what to say.

This is all coming to an end.

Amosta turned to look at Louise, his expression softening. He beckoned to her, and Louise's body floated up automatically, slowly landing in a spot in the hall. She looked blankly at the man lying beside her, severely burned, next to a pile of solidified but still radiating intense heat lava. Her bewildered eyes gradually regained some color.

Angus Aeschylus.

Surprisingly, in the chaotic battle just now, Mo Mo Ran, who had been ravaged beforehand, was still alive, but only on her last breath.

Silently, they possess greater power, but also a more fragile life.

He hadn't lost consciousness yet. Despite his burned hair and half his face being severely scalded, he still clung to life, watching Amosta Blaine approach, letting out a 'ho ho' laugh, his eyes still filled with an unyielding spirit.

Looking at the flower of life silently fading away, Amosta's brown eyes once again showed a faint pity. He was not the ultimate mastermind behind Hermione's affair, but he also had his share of sins to bear.

"Did you kill Frazier Andelle?" Amosta asked.

Aeschylus's eyes were slightly lost in thought, as if he had already forgotten the name.

“The infernal corpse you left behind in Kirkworth,” Amosta said calmly.

Silently, Aeschylus opened his mouth with difficulty, emitting a hoarse, torn sound.

"You are that Muggle?"

"This is the person who killed your brother, Louise."

With a bang, a three-foot-long fiery spike emerged from the tip of Amostella's wand. He held the wand upside down and shoved it into Louise's hand.

"He is the reason you intervened in the magical world. Kill him, and your revenge will be complete."

Louise stared at the fire spike in her hand, her hand trembling slightly.

“This is Fraser Andelle’s sister, Louise Andelle. Thanks to her help, I was able to find you so quickly,”

Amostella lowered his head and spoke to Aeschylus, who was staring at Louise.

"She asked me to help her find the murderer who killed her brother."