The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta emphasized 'your territory,' believing Nicklaus Adenauer would understand.

As expected, Adenauer's expression changed slightly. He pursed his lips, preparing to say something, but Amosta spoke again, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Minister Adenauer, would you rather the German Ministry of Magic bear the blame for its oversight or become heroes for dismantling a dark wizarding organization that was harming Muggles?"

After saying that, Niklas Adenauer fell completely silent.

"Mr. Blaine!"

Many astute reporters had already flocked to Amosta. These reporters, who had caught a big story, couldn't hide their excitement. Louise pursed her lips; as a fellow reporter, she knew very well how excited they were.

"Can you explain to us what happened tonight, Mr. Blaine? Who are these people, and what did they do?"

Similar questions kept coming in, forcing Amosta to raise his voice.

“I would love to have a frank exchange with you all, but unfortunately, not now. I must leave now. The evil has not been completely eradicated, and I am on my way to bring the mastermind behind it all to justice.”

"You can't leave, Blaine!"

Adenauer woke up with a start, his brow furrowed. "You have to tell people."

Upon seeing Amosta's calm yet resolute gaze, Adenauer's breath caught in his throat.

"Where exactly are you going, Mr. Blaine?"

Kingsley was also struggling to cope with the situation. He knew what a huge uproar the entire European magical world would be in when dawn broke, and if Amosta, who was at the center of the controversy, was not there, the rest of them would have a hard time dealing with it.

With his back to the flashing cameras, Amosta thought for a moment and said softly,

"Nurmengard."

Chapter 801 Dispute on the Snowfield

2024-03-12

The wind howled low beneath the heavy, leaden clouds, and the sky was so gloomy that even the heavy snow covering the world could not brighten it.

Everything here is so desolate. In the distance, towering mountains covered in snow stand on the earth, exuding a deathly silence. In the nearby wilderness, there are only a few withered trees. The biting wind, as sharp as swords, blows wildly across the wilderness, as if trying to extinguish all life in this world.

Creak, creak, creak.

Suddenly, amidst the ever-present howling wind, came the soothing yet steady sound of footsteps on the snow. This unusual sound brought a touch of life to the desolate world. Under a hollow of a dead tree on the hillside, a paw the same color as the snow parted the snow that sealed the entrance, and ruby-like eyes pressed against the snow cave entrance, curiously peering out.

A rabbit.

Amosta paused, glanced at the tree hole, chuckled, and then stepped onto the top of the gentle slope.

Looking back on the road he had come from, the small town, which he had rested for a day and a night, had become a blurry, almost invisible black dot in his field of vision. The cotton-like snowflakes falling from the sky had covered his footprints, with only the footprints nearby still clearly visible.

"We've already come so far."

Amosta chuckled self-deprecatingly, then his smile faded as he looked ahead at the black tower that stood on the edge of the cliff, enduring the loneliness of being forgotten by the world.

The towers stand side by side, and through that majestic castle, one can vaguely glimpse its former pride.

"Niumengad".

Amosta smiled again, a smile tinged with emotion. He pulled his hand out of his coat pocket and breathed out a few puffs of white vapor.

"My goodness, it's so cold here. I don't want to live here after I retire."

Amosta was talking to himself, his gaze fixed on the tallest black tower, and he seemed to vaguely see something.

After a brief pause, Amosta prepared to take another step. Nurmengard had already come into his sight. He could have simply Apparated there, but for some reason, Amosta did not do so. Instead, he chose to walk over step by step.

Just as Amosta was about to take another step, he seemed to sense something, pulled back his step, and raised his eyebrows to look behind him.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of crisp sounds suddenly rang out across the snowfield. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, a group of people appeared not far behind Amosta. The commotion they made was carried far by the wind across the wilderness. The snow on the nearest mountain peak was vibrated by the sound waves, and the snow covering the surface of the mountain clearly showed signs of breaking.

The group quickly spotted Amosta Blaine on the small slope. Without lingering, they helped each other and hurried through the snow.

"Wait, Blaine!"

Before they even got close, the leader had already shouted.

"Oh my god."

Looking at the large group of people panting down the slope, Amosta gasped softly.

"There are quite a few people here, but what brings you here?"

There were about a hundred people at the bottom of the hill. Kingsley led a group of Aurors from the British Auror Office, a group from the German Ministry of Magic, and another group of wizards of different skin colors, appearances and styles but wearing the same clothes from the International Wizarding Federation.

Amosta even saw several reporters with cameras, and Louise was standing next to Kingsley, looking at him with concern.

What are we here for?

The person in charge was another vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards who was in charge of specific affairs, and Amosta's 'old friend', Wip Dregern.

Whip's expression could only be described as one of utter rage. Although Whip had once been exceptionally skilled, at his age, hearing the 'bad news,' and having traveled such a long distance, his brows betrayed his exhaustion. Yet, he still fiercely rebuked Amosta.

“We’re here to stop you from making a terrible mistake, Blaine. Do you know what you’re doing? Do you know what your actions will lead to?”

“Of course I know, VIP-”

Amosta said with a smile.

"Do you even understand—"

VIP almost swore, but his composure, cultivated over the years with a high level of attention to his self-image, saved him.

Vip's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to control his temper.

"Perhaps you already think you're invincible, Blaine, which is why you dare to challenge him. But let me tell you, Blaine, the most dangerous wizard in history is imprisoned in Nurmengardry. I don't think you haven't heard his story, or are unaware of the damage he has caused to this world. This is absolutely not something that guy you call 'Mystic' can compare to. If you want to use him to prove your authority and strength, Blaine, you are undoubtedly doing something incredibly foolish!"

Wip Dregern simply wouldn't give Amosta a chance to speak.

"Now that the murderer who persecuted your student has been caught and is dead, let's leave it at that. You should have vented your anger, shouldn't you? Blaine, don't let things get out of control!"

"You seem to think I've come here to challenge the owner of this castle?"

Amosta tilted his head, looking at Vip with great interest.

“Isn’t it!”

VIP shouted urgently.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding here--"

Amosta smiled as he looked down the hillside, where faces filled with worry and awe gazed up at him.

“I want to go into Nurmengard because I believe the person who planned the attack on Hermione Granger is currently hiding inside.”

"You don't know him well enough, Blaine!"

Vip gasped for breath as he shouted.

"Although he is wicked, he would not go out of his way to make things difficult for a little witch; that would not be in line with his pride."

“I’m not referring to Gellert Grindelwald,”

Amosta said calmly.

"It's Anton Vogel's grandson, Adam Vogel, whom I believe is currently hiding in that castle."

This statement did surprise many people, but Kingsley's eyes lit up with understanding, and he realized why Amostall had come to Nurmengard.

"Anyway—"

There were too many things to settle in that day and night, and Whip simply didn't have time to understand everything. Suddenly, Amosta's mention of Chairman Vogel startled him, and when he heard that Blaine hadn't come to duel Gellert Grindelwald, he felt slightly relieved, but still firmly stated...

"No matter what, Blaine, you cannot enter Nurmengard. You have no right to do so. No wizard has ever entered that castle in half a century!"

"I think I should still be the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards."

“We have no rights either, Blaine,”

Weipu said in a stiff tone,

"The only one qualified to enter this place, and the only one authorized to allow anyone else to enter, is Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore

Amosta looked at Kingsley, who gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.

Kingsley followed his instructions and did not report anything to Dumbledore separately. However, the events that had occurred the previous night on the outskirts of Berlin had been widely reported, and given Dumbledore's connections, he certainly knew more than the limited information that he and the German Ministry of Magic had released to the general public.

"Since that's the case—"

Amosta sighed helplessly, which immediately made Wip and the group behind him tense. As it turned out, simply having more people was not enough to stop Amosta Blaine.

"Fox!"

After a clear shout, a burst of brilliant sparks suddenly erupted above Amosta's head, and amidst the rumbling of an avalanche, Fox raised its head and let out a clear cry.

Louise's eyes widened as she looked at the beautiful bird perched on Amosta's shoulder, her gaze filled with affection.

"what is that?"

Louise tilted her head and asked in a low voice, but Kingsley did not answer, only giving her a warning look.

"Pass on a message for me, Fox."

Amostella flicked Fawkes's beak a few times, looked at Fawkes's blinking ruby-like eyes, and said, "I need Headmaster Dumbledore's authorization to enter Nurmengard."