The Return to Hogwarts

Emotionally, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's kindness touched him slightly, but rationally, Amosta had to say it was foolish and unlucky.

He himself would also take some magical candies to the children in the orphanage, but didn't they select them before sending them? No, with Hermione around, she certainly wouldn't forget that, unless something happened that distracted Hermione.

Indeed, Harry was upset because he ran into Cedric and Cho Chang on their date, and Hermione was so focused on his feelings that she gave herself away.

It was precisely because of Hermione's attack that the Ministry of Magic urgently investigated the packages from Hogwarts, which eventually came to the attention of those with ulterior motives.

“I need to look at your memory, Lawrence.”

Want to see my memory?

Lawrence was stunned by the young master's flat words, not understanding what he meant. However, when he saw the young master flick his finger and the black, straight stick that slid out of his sleeve, Lawrence's lips tightened, and he had an urge to run away.

“This is a magic wand. The two people you saw were wizards. The method they used to kill the postman is called magic.”

Amosta smiled as he looked at Lawrence, who was breathing heavily.

"Just as you guessed, I am also a wizard."

"Wizard...magic, this—this is—"

Lawrence's eyes were unfocused as he murmured...

"It's incredible."

"About 'us,' Lawrence—"

Amosta said gently,

“I know you’re curious, but I can’t reveal too much. However, what you see is very important, and I need to witness it firsthand. You can rest assured that extracting your memories will not harm you.”

"Extracting memories--"

Lawrence's lips twitched, attempting a smile to ease the tension, but his expression resembled a stroke-induced convulsion.

"It sounds like I need to have brain surgery."

Lawrence took a deep breath, his expression softening. "How can I cooperate?"

It felt as if a strand of ice had been pulled from his temple. Lawrence felt no discomfort, but rather a faint coolness. He watched as the silver thread extracted from his head wrapped around the tip of the wand in the young master's hand. Then, the young master's wrist deftly twisted a few times, and the silver thread began to spin rapidly, emitting a dazzling halo of light!

Wow--

With a crisp response, the halo rapidly expanded under Lawrence's dumbfounded gaze, and eventually, a slightly gloomy 3D image encroached on the luxurious little restaurant.

"That's incredible!"

Gazing at the street that had brought him nightmares, Lawrence murmured to himself. Amosta, ignoring Lawrence's shock, stepped into the scene and stood before the two men in black trench coats and wide-brimmed bowler hats.

The scene unfolded quietly, and everything was pretty much as Lawrence had just described. Amosta watched quietly, a cold smile playing on his lips, but when the Muggle fell, his expression turned solemn.

"Delix"

In the frozen, gloomy world, Amosta closed his eyes.

"How foolish!"

Amostella exclaimed again, wondering if the person who instructed Delilah and the other Auror to do this knew the consequences of their actions.

He had just declared to the European magical community that he had eradicated a dark wizarding organization that treated Muggles cruelly, when suddenly it was revealed that the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic, under orders from higher-ups, had murdered innocent Muggles. This was a heinous incident that could bring down the British Ministry of Magic!

Amosta had long known that political struggles had no limits, but he certainly hadn't expected these people to go this far.

Chapter 820 Deli's Memories

2024-03-23

In the private dining room of Blaine Manor, reserved for the owners, Amosta left the table and went to the glass curtain wall. He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the vibrant vegetation in the courtyard, his face expressionless.

Needless to say, the actions of Delixis and his fellow Auror were definitely instigated by higher authorities.

Although no investigation has been conducted, it is not difficult to guess that the current powerful female deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic is definitely involved.

On the day Hermione was attacked, to show Hogwarts' anger at the attack on the young wizard, he, Dumbledore, and Amelia conspired in the Headmaster's office to strip Hermione of her control over the Department of Magical Transportation. Fudge, who also desperately needed a scapegoat, practically acquiesced to Amostall's punishment of Umbridge.

Dolores Umbridge was never a selfless or magnanimous person, so her attempt to take revenge was to be expected. However, she didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly, and she caught Harry's good intentions in the act.

Amosta could more or less guess Umbridge's thoughts.

More than ten days have passed since this incident, and the reason why Umbridge hasn't made an immediate move is probably because he wants to wait for a suitable opportunity or wants to use this incident as a trump card.

Dumbledore couldn't stand by and watch Harry be sent to Azkaban, and to ensure that, when Umbridge brought the matter up in front of him, Dumbledore had to make some compromises. For example, he could use Dumbledore to get himself expelled from Hogwarts.

Umbridge was also concerned about his and Dumbledore's current status in the European wizarding world.

She needed to make sure that when she wanted to use this to undermine herself and Dumbledore, most of the people in the Ministry of Magic were on her side, and now was not a good time for her to make a scene.

Amosta clenched his fists behind his back in silence.

It must be said that Umbridge has indeed set himself a good challenge.

Without external pressure, it wouldn't be a good choice to expose this matter now.

High-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic like Umbridge are never alone; they have their own powerful factions within the Ministry, not to mention Cornelius Fudge standing behind them. If he were to expose this now, it would be tantamount to purging a whole host of Ministry officials, including the Minister of Magic.

The resulting upheaval in the Ministry of Magic and the British magical community should not be underestimated.

After all, behind every high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, there is basically one or more pure-blood families. If these pure-blood families, who have emptied the magic world, reach an agreement, it will cause a large number of ordinary people in the magic world to lose their jobs.

Faced with such a wave, even if Dumbledore stood with him, it might not be able to quell it. However, what Dumbledore would do after learning about this is also debatable.

To minimize the impact, a more acute conflict would be needed to divert attention.

"Amosta?"

Lawrence, who had been standing silently behind Amosta, couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at Amosta's hard profile with concern, his voice hoarse.

"Was the person who instructed those two men to kill the mailman targeting you?"

Lawrence, a shrewd Muggle, could easily see through the fact that there must be another mastermind behind the two people who committed the crime. The murder occurred at the gates of Harry's orphanage and involved Vernon Dursley's nephew, Harry Potter, who was also connected to Amossta. The direction of the crime was obvious.

Amostella turned to look at Lawrence, whose face was filled with worry, and smiled reassuringly. He hadn't lied; he had spoken frankly.

"That should be the case, judging from the current situation. However, I have to thank you, Lawrence. If you hadn't risked your life to see this, I would have been in a very passive position when things came to a head."

The current situation seems to indicate that there is a rather complex organization or even society among these people with incredible abilities, and the young master's presence within it suggests that his identity is certainly extraordinary.

Lawrence did not offer any modesty in response to Amosta's thanks; his lips moved, and he said softly,

"Although the Blaine family has declined, the patriarch did some good deeds for certain people during his lifetime. I can go if you need me."

Lawrence understood the principle of "out of sight, out of mind." Although his father had helped some people in important positions and those who were leaders in certain industries, his father was now gone, and the Blaine family had declined to the point of being practically nonexistent. Even if he tried to repay the favor, he doubted that many people would be willing to pay him any attention.

"No need."

Looking at Lawrence, whose gray eyes had softened after a moment of hesitation, now revealing a resolute determination as if he were ready to sacrifice himself, Amosta's lips curved into a warm smile.

"As you probably know, this isn't your area of ​​expertise. However, I do have something I'd like you to do."

A calm yet resolute tone

A sour taste welled up in his nostrils, almost instinctively. The octogenarian Lawrence took a deep breath, straightened his trousers, and slightly bent over.

"Please give me your orders!"

“This is not an order, Lawrence,”

Amosta smiled.

"A suggestion, of course, I hope you will follow my advice. You should know that there is a complex conspiracy behind this assassination. Fortunately, you were not discovered by those people, but that does not mean you are safe. Moreover, I may need to invite you to attend the trial as a witness later."

I hope you can temporarily put aside the matter of converting the manor into a welfare academy, and take your belongings to Haas Orphanage immediately. I will give you a letter to Mrs. Reagan to ask her to agree to let you stay there. You will need to stay there for a few months. Before I come to find you again, stay in the orphanage and try not to go out.”

Without any hesitation, Lawrence immediately agreed.

"Is there anything else I need to be aware of, Amosta?"

"Don't mention any of what you've seen to the people at the orphanage. By the way, they still think I work at the drilling company. If they ask about my job, just make it up."

Two days later, on a clear, moonlit night.

boom!

Amidst the deafening explosion, a robust man with thick, gray hair was sent flying through the smoke and dust, crashing heavily into a pre-set magical barrier. The impact left him dizzy and throbbing with pain in his lungs. As he scrambled to his feet, he suddenly tasted a metallic sweetness in his mouth, and a thin trickle of crimson blood hung from the corner of his lips.

"Are you insane, Blaine? How dare you openly attack an Auror from the Ministry of Magic!"

But Delilah had no time to worry about his injuries. He leaned against the barrier, struggling to support himself, and roared at the man whose outline was gradually becoming clearer in the dissipating dust, exuding a fierce aura.

"openly?"

Amostah approached slowly, his back to the moonlight, his face shrouded in darkness, only his eyes gleaming with a cold purple light; he resembled a grim reaper emerging from hell.

“Oh, no, that’s not it, Delix. In fact, I’ve already taken some steps to address it.”

Delilah was taken aback, but when he realized that his Muggle neighbors on the second floor of the next house were laughing and enjoying the moonlight on their balcony, completely unaware of what was happening so close by, his face darkened, and he finally understood what Blaine meant.

"What exactly do you want, Blaine!"

Dexter let out a low growl like a trapped beast, his wand gripped tightly in his hand and pointed at Blaine, but he knew very well that this 'little stick' in his hand would be of no use against Amostra Blaine.

“You’re lucky, Delis. I’ve killed a lot of wizards lately, so I don’t intend to take your life tonight. I just want to—”

As he approached, Amosta saw the Delizi leaning against the barrier raise his arm and begin to tremble. A subtle weakness appeared on his rugged face, and his breathing became erratic. Finally, his body slowly slid down.

Looking down at the Delilah who had lost all will to resist, Amosta smiled indifferently and slowly bent down.