The Return to Hogwarts

"You Blaine, you Muggle, hmph... destroy us?"

"Any questions?"

The murderous aura that had surrounded Amosta was gone; he now resembled a professor discussing magical knowledge with his students.

"Very good"

Aeschylus laughed through his breath, then closed his eyes, as if recalling something from the past, a single, glistening tear welling in the corner of his eye.

"You're great, Blaine."

Aeschylus said with a relieved tone,

"Kill me, Louise Andelle, avenge your brother."

"No!"

Louise was suddenly awakened. She took two steps back, and the fire spike slipped from her hand and embedded itself in the ground.

"No, I don't have that right."

Facing Amosta's questioning gaze, Louise's face turned pale. Her dry lips moved, and she shook her head slightly, repeating in a somewhat panicked manner,

"No, I... I don't have that right."

"He'll be sentenced to death anyway."

Louise's refusal, however, brought a smile to Amosta's face.

"If you don't kill him, you'll never experience the thrill of revenge again. Are you sure you want to give up, Louise?"

"I can not!"

Amosta's words only strengthened Louise's resolve. She breathed slightly, her clear eyes meeting Amosta's directly.

"Now that I have found him, let the laws of wizardry judge him!"

Chapter 800 Nurmengard

2024-03-12

"Stupid Muggle."

On the ground, Aeschylus, who had closed his eyes and was awaiting death, said something.

"If you insist on doing this--"

Amostella smiled gently, beckoned with his finger, and the wand returned to his hand. Turning to the waiting wizards, Amostella said...

"Next, it's time to clean up the mess."

Are you going back to the UK?

For some reason, a sadness suddenly welled up in Louise's heart, making her look gloomy.

It's time to end this. The murderer of Frazier has surrendered, and the organization behind him has been swiftly dismantled by Amosta. They now face imprisonment. All of this seems to be...

"and many more!"

Louise suddenly cried out, blinking her eyes.

"The person who orchestrated this plot—I mean, your cursed student who was attacked—have you figured out why they did it?"

"Maybe."

Amosta said undeniably

"This is probably all related to Adam Vogel. I definitely need to go see him."

"Do you know where he is?"

"perhaps."

Amosta gave a vague answer, and before Louise could press further, Amosta said...

"Let's go up first; the people from the German Ministry of Magic are probably jumping up and down in a panic."

Amosta's words were an understatement; in reality, the entire German Ministry of Magic was in a state of hysteria.

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah.

On the road from Berlin to Oranienburg, police cars and fire trucks stretched for a mile, their sirens blaring and sounding frantic, stirring the deep night.

A massive golden fire net still covered an area, and magic continued to bombard it, but the spell lights seemed powerless before the powerful flames.

boom!

A loud bang interrupted the Minister of Magic's roar, and the newcomer, panting heavily, gave his report.

"Minister, Director Jaeger has already stopped the Muggle rescue team, and Director Conrad is in urgent communication with the Muggle president. We believe there will be a result soon!"

"Where's the barrier?!"

The burly Minister of Magic roared, "How much longer will that damned barrier last? How much longer will we remain exposed to Muggles?!"

"Just ten minutes, Mr. Minister!"

Another employee, panting heavily, roared as he came running from the dense woods.

"Mr. Bayer said he would need another ten minutes to set up the protective barrier!"

The series of answers was somewhat satisfactory, and the German Minister of Magic, Nicklaus Adenauer, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, calmed down a little. But when he saw the group of reporters on the other side, who were so excited that they were practically shooting sparks from their cameras, his slightly calmed face turned completely black again.

"I demand an explanation from Cornelius Fudge!"

Adenauer roared at Kingsley, who was giving a wry smile.

“I swear I’ll put Amosta Blaine in jail, Azkaban, Ekstadt, Newfoundland, wherever. I’ll make sure he spends his life in jail. He almost got the wizarding world exposed in Germany. Oh, in my opinion, he should be hanged!”

The hot-tempered German minister roared,

"I don't care what impressive titles he has!"

The German Ministry of Magic employees around him fell silent. In their view, their minister had neither the power to send Amostrain Blaine to prison nor to the guillotine. If some of Kingsley Shackler's claims were true, then it was hard to say who would bear the responsibility.

The shaking of the earth interrupted Nicklaus Adenauer's rant. A group of people blocked outside the fire net stared in astonishment at the fire net inside. Wisps of hot white smoke rose from the damp mud, as if a furnace was scorching the earth beneath. At the same time, the surging magic beneath the ground made many people secretly change color.

"The battles to come are sure to be intense, perhaps no less so than last year's Quidditch World Cup."

Someone whispered, a longing look in their eyes, but after being glared at by Adenauer, they smiled sheepishly and said nothing more.

Kingsley pursed his lips, staring at the strange sight on the ground, his heart filled with anxiety. The man was right; Mr. Blaine must have encountered fierce resistance below.

The fire disappeared so suddenly that they were caught off guard. In an instant, the scorching heat that had been burning them was gone, and a gentle breeze swept in, making everything seem like a dream.

The moment Amosta and Louise appeared in front of Kingsley, many wands were pointed at them, and shouts for Amosta to put down his wand filled the air.

"I think--"

Amostella raised an eyebrow, looking at the burly wizard with a stern expression who was glaring at him angrily.

“You must be Minister Nicklaus Adenauer of the German Ministry of Magic.”

Amosta, as if nothing had happened, smiled faintly and extended her hand to the enraged German Minister of Magic.

"Don't give me that, Blaine!"

Adenauer gritted his teeth, wishing he could tear Amosta Blaine to pieces, but looking at the smiling Amosta Blaine, he was momentarily speechless.

"You, Blaine, explain! I demand an explanation, Blaine! Why did you do this?!"

Finally, Minister Adenauer suppressed his voice.

"how?"

Amostah glanced at Kingsley, noticing that Kingsley's hands were bound behind his back and he was still under guard. A faint displeasure flickered across his brow.

"Didn't Kingsley explain to you that we are tracking down a group of vicious thugs whose crimes are too numerous to count, and that due to the special circumstances, I have had to disregard some of the law?"

"That's just your side of the story, Blaine!"

Now, Adenauer is also panting.

"There is no substantial evidence to prove their existence. My people only saw you fight with people in a Muggle-filled university—how audacious! You unleashed Fiendfire, and the commotion here—everyone in Berlin saw it!"

"You need evidence?"

Amusta smiled, turned to look at the lone watchtower, and said softly,

"So, they've arrived."

Before Adenauer could even ask a question, a door gleaming with silver light suddenly appeared on the gray walls of the dim fortress, and to the astonishment of many, Jasna Rozier appeared, bound in a fiery prison.

However, this is not the end, but only the beginning.

One by one, the wizards, their faces grim and bound by ropes, lined up in a long queue on the desolate grassland, as if a concentration camp that had been silent for half a century had come back to life.

"Where are these so many wizards coming from? We're not registered."

No one paid any attention to the absent-minded mutterings of the Ministry of Magic employees in charge of this matter. After a few seconds of silence, the reporters went on a wild celebration, rushing toward the criminals regardless of the danger and taking pictures from every angle.

“This is the evidence you wanted, Minister Adenauer.”

Amosta said with a smile

"Of course, this evidence may not be sufficient, but if you send your people to investigate the underground base, you will know what these people have been doing on your territory."