The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta temporarily averted her gaze, looking indifferently at the pitiful-looking vampire.

"You're one of Narrak's men, a waiter at the Blind Pig Bar, right? We've met before. What's your name?"

The vampire remained silent, only glaring hatefully at Amosta.

How did you find me?

At this moment, Sato Ryuhei, who had been petrified for half a day, stood up, panting, and asked the question that concerned him the most.

"It's the girl who just played the piano."

Amosta glanced at the unconscious girl amidst the rubble and answered the question.

"That girl is a Squib. She's working for you, isn't she, to get the vampire's embrace?"

Squid Embrace

The meaning of those two words flashed through Amelia's mind, and she asked in surprise,

"A vampire's Embrace can grant Squibs magical powers?!"

"That possibility certainly exists."

Amosta said calmly,

"As far as I know, through the Embrace, using some of the vampire's secret techniques, there is a certain chance that the Squib can use magic, but the hope is slim. Moreover, in order to maintain that meager magic power, these people must feed on the blood of humans or magical creatures, just like vampires."

Amelia glanced at the strikingly beautiful girl, her expression a mix of disgust and pity.

"You know this fang?"

Narrak's vampire servant glared at Amosta with hatred, but Amosta could sense that much of its hatred was feigned; it was more concerned with the seemingly extraordinary fang in his hand. Looking down, Amosta lowered its imposing gaze.

"And what was that pool of blood you just threw up, and where did it come from?"

The vampire remained silent, displaying a resolute demeanor that suggested he would rather die than utter a word.

But some things cannot be determined by sheer willpower. Amosta gently moved his wand, and the immobilized vampire floated up from the ground, forced to face Amosta's piercing gaze.

Morgans knew it was facing the Legilimency of a great sorcerer, but it wasn't particularly afraid. If Blaine tried to peer into its memories, the pre-set magic would take its life first. Its only regret was that, because of its reckless actions, it had destroyed its almost-achieved dream with its own hands!

Amostella, who was about to enter the vampire's mind, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He shifted his gaze to the boundless darkness that enveloped the space.

"They arrived just in time—"

Amosta said that the next second, the black veil sealing the space was torn apart, and Grevis's solemn face appeared in their field of vision.

Chapter 929 The Two Share the Same Origin

2024-05-20

It wasn't just Grevis who appeared; a large group of Aurors followed him into the barrier. They looked at the Muggle café, which had been luxuriously decorated just a dozen minutes ago but was now in ruins, their eyes filled with undisguised astonishment.

"Mr. Grevis!"

Seeing her boss arrive, Amelia stepped out from behind Amosta. She quickly approached Grevis and her colleagues, asking with a hint of surprise,

How did you end up here?

How did I end up here?

Grevis's lips tightened as he retorted, a flash of anger crossing his face, as if he were desperately trying to suppress his rage.

"That's an utterly ridiculous question, Miss Det. Do you even know that you're in Muggle territory? And what do you think the Muggles in the vicinity would do if they found that a building that has always stood here was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and that several blood-sucking monsters had emerged from it?"

Amelia opened her mouth, ready to explain, but her boss, Mr. Grevis, shifted his gaze from her and glared at Amosta, his eyes conveying an emotion as if he had long anticipated that Amosta Blaine would cause trouble sooner or later.

"The Aurors of the Security Department have driven out the nearby Muggles and established a safe zone. We've also stopped the Muggle reporters who came to cover the story, but Mr. Blaine..."

Grevis was no longer the taciturn man he was at the joint review meeting; when his area of ​​authority was involved, his gaze was intense as he stared at Amosta.

"You probably need to give me a completely reasonable explanation, an explanation for this—"

Grevis surveyed the surrounding ruins, his face ashen, and asked,

"Explain what exactly happened, how I should define this incident, and of course, you also need to explain why you used the wand again without permission!"

Grevis seemed genuinely furious, so much so that he appeared to have forgotten that the wizard in front of him, Amosta Blaine, was the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards and a key trading partner who had just reached a trade agreement with the Magical Congress of the United States—the Division of International Magical Cooperation.

Amosta wasn't angry. He could understand how the head of the security department, who had been under a lot of public pressure these days, felt when he foresaw another major security incident making headlines.

"Please calm down, Mr. Grevis. Of course, I can explain all this—"

Amostella smiled and released his wand, letting it float back into Amelia's hand. Then, calmly, he said...

"So, shall we talk here, or shall we go back to Congress first?"

Amosta's calm demeanor somewhat quelled Grevis's anger. He hesitated for a moment, glancing briefly at the vampire floating beside them before looking away and instead focusing on the dejected Asian man behind Amosta.

"Sato Ryuhei?"

For a fleeting moment, Grevis's eyes suddenly sharpened, and his gaze returned to Amosta's face.

“Let’s go back to Congress first, Mr. Blaine. You probably have a lot to explain.”

This was destined to be a noisy night.

To answer the Security Service’s questions, Amosta spent almost the entire night at the Capitol, where he clarified the issues.

He certainly did not violate the Wizarding Secrets Act or the relevant laws enacted by the Magical Congress of the United States. As for using a wand again without permission, it was not a big problem when his personal safety was threatened and he was in an emergency.

Because of the issue of the sales license for the learning machine, Grevis's reputation was damaged, and Amosta thought that Grevis would take the opportunity to create some obstacles for him. In fact, Grevis did fly into a rage. Knowing that Amosta had received the invitation, and that Amelia was also aware of it, the two of them did not inform the security department, but instead chose to accept the invitation, which led to this fierce confrontation.

Ryuhei Sato was taken in by the Security Department, and the last remaining vampire was also taken into custody by the Security Department. Moreover, Amosta revealed to Grevis that this vampire named Morgans was a waiter at the Blind Pig Bar.

"Many underworld wizards frequent the Blind Pig Bar, so I think the Security Department can verify its identity without much effort."

Amosta, lounging comfortably on the sofa in Grevis's office, said...

"You think—"

Grevis's face was grim all night. Hearing Amostella's words, he paused for a moment, then a glint of cunning flashed in his gloomy eyes.

"These evil vampires. These dark creatures that will never learn to behave themselves, they are all controlled by Narrak. This wretched goblin has been providing shelter for wizards in the underworld for so many years, if it is him, he certainly has such power. Cunning fellow, since last time, the Blind Pig Bar has been closed, and Narrak has disappeared."

Without the tacit approval of the Department of Security, how could a place like Blind Pig Bar have been operating for nearly a century?

The thought crossed Amosta's mind, but he said nothing.

"So--"

Amosta got up from the sofa.

"I think all the issues have been explained. If you don't mind, I'm afraid I need to go back to the hotel to rest for a while. After all, I have another invitation to attend tonight."

"what?"

Grevis frowned, immediately stood up from his desk, and glared at Amosta.

"Another invitation, Mr. Blaine, don't tell me—"

"Oh, don't be nervous—"

Amusta knew the security chief had a psychological aversion to him, and he smiled and said...

"They are Amelia's parents. I visited Amelia at the St. Josiah Magical Injury Hospital a few days ago, and her parents were there taking care of her, so we met. The elderly couple seemed to like me quite a bit and invited me to their home for a simple meal—"

"So that's how Amelia's parents are--"

This answer was undoubtedly beyond Grevis's expectations, he said softly.

Suddenly remembering something, Grevis opened his mouth, but when his gaze met Amosta Blaine's clear eyes, Grevis changed his mind and swallowed the words he was about to say.

"You may leave now, Mr. Blaine. I hope you won't encounter any more accidents during your remaining days in New York."

By the time Amosta returned to the hotel, it was already dawn, and Remus had already left his room to discuss the tone for the upcoming series of negotiations with the fairies.

Given the immense energy of a great mage, going a few days without rest is hardly a problem. Amostah went to his desk, raised a finger to tidy up the scattered materials on the table, and then, after rummaging through his body for a while, the crescent-shaped, jade-white vampire fang appeared in his palm.

Ding--

Amosta placed the fang on the table, leaned back in his chair, rested his arms on the armrests, interlaced his fingers, and fixed his sharp gaze on the fang.

Having absorbed that strange blood, the fang, judging from its appearance alone, was considerably more refined than before. However, aside from that, it didn't exhibit any particularly remarkable features; the power within remained dormant.

Amostah recalled the blood the vampire had thrown out the night before; its eerie power suppressed his magic and extinguished his fiery rage.

Amosta has reached the pinnacle of mastery in the magic of Fiendfire, and the fact that the blood could achieve this demonstrates one thing: that the blood contains a higher-dimensional power—the power of the soul.

It wasn't the soul of the vampire to whom the blood belonged, but rather the soul power of those it had harmed. The resentment of countless people, combined under the influence of dark magic, formed a force not to be underestimated.

The fangs were able to absorb that blood, which suggests there's only one possibility: the two must have originated from the same source!

Chapter 930 A Battle Across Space

2024-05-22

The fangs and this strange blood share the same origin.

Amosta also recalled that when Willorens sold him the fang, he mentioned that it came from a powerful vampire in the 15th century.

In that era, the Vatican had a very strong presence in the world of supernatural powers, and vampires were definitely among the top heretics they had to deal with. They sealed away a vampire, and its fangs, after many twists and turns, flowed into the magical world. Meanwhile, its true form, under the protection of its descendants, after hundreds of years of wandering, finally arrived in America.

A cloud drifted in, obscuring the brilliance of the newborn sun, plunging Amosta's bedroom into darkness.