The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta placed his hands together under his chin, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

From that blood, Amosta roughly guessed why the vampires were hunting those high-danger magical creatures: they were after the blood of these creatures, which contained a high concentration of magical power. Compared to magical creatures, hunting wizards was far too conspicuous.

Now that the vampires and Ryuhei Sato have fallen into the hands of the Magic Congress, these professionals will likely figure out what the vampires are planning. Even if they really intend to resurrect some dangerous creature, their conspiracy will be thwarted.

However, a faint sense of unease lingered in Amosta's heart, preventing him from completely putting his mind at ease, despite his reluctance to meddle.

It struggled through the clouds at dawn, and a few rays of pale green light shone through the gaps in the clouds, just enough to illuminate the crescent-shaped fangs.

After a moment of hesitation, Amosta's gaze calmed down again. Whatever went wrong, at least this fang was worth exploring.

With a slight twitch of his fingers, the gleaming white fangs floated up in the gentle breeze, hovering at eye level with Amosta. The next second, Amosta's previously serene gaze sharpened, his eyes piercing through the fangs and looking deeper into the distance—

Snap! -- Clang!

A flash of lightning seemed to pass through the dimly lit bedroom, the air trembled violently for a moment, and the large, resilient floor-to-ceiling windows shook violently as well.

In the void, countless streams of light flashed past Amosta's eyes, followed by the sea of ​​blood that had been absorbed by the fangs.

Within the space of this Sumeru Ring, a sea of ​​blood, radiating an ominous deep red glow, stretched all the way to the ends of the world.

Two deep purple moons suddenly appeared above the dark world, silently observing the many fleeting, ferocious, and hateful faces in the sea of ​​blood with heavy majesty. These were the lives that had perished at the hands of this vampire, the remaining resentment trapped in endless torment!

As the light emanating from the two purple moons grew ever more magnificent, blood-red lightning gradually appeared within the space of the fangs, and Amosta's facial features slowly entered this space.

The immense spiritual power shook the place; the fang-like space began to tremble, and the sea of ​​blood below surged violently as if provoked. Thousands upon thousands of faces howled and wailed, and towering malice transformed into billowing black smoke columns that shot into the sky, attempting to expel Amosta from this place. However, it was futile—

Finally, Amosta's complete face appeared in the sea of ​​blood, like a god, looking down at the sea of ​​blood with cold and empty eyes.

Just as Amosta was about to unleash an even greater amount of spiritual power into the Fang World, the sea of ​​blood below suddenly underwent a strange change!

Under the influence of the mysterious connection, the surging, turbulent sea of ​​blood instantly became transparent and nothingness. Amosta's gaze penetrated into space, and a new scene unfolded before him.

A dilapidated circular hall, its walls faded and sandy, with a view of rolling, verdant mountains visible through the circular glass dome.

In the center of the hall is a pool the size of a private swimming pool, which seems out of place. Clearly, the pool was not part of the original furnishings of the government building, but was built later.

The pool wasn't filled with rotten, foul-smelling water, but with blood!

The deep red, almost black blood has a strange property. This pool of blood is thick like a gel, and it expands and contracts every few seconds, just like fetal movement.

Amostah's gaze swept over the countless magical corridors, gleaming with a dark luster, carved into the earth around the pool, before finally settling on the pool itself.

hum!

As if sensing Amosta's prying gaze, the frequency of the blood pool's 'fetal movements' suddenly increased significantly, and bright light began to flash rhythmically beneath the blood surface.

This pool of blood was indeed extraordinary. Amosta's manifested spiritual power could not penetrate it and could not see the bottom of the pool. Just as Amosta was trying to cast an even greater amount of spiritual power into this pool, without any warning, a corpse suddenly floated up from the bottom of the blood pool!

A man of about twenty years old, dressed in medieval aristocratic attire, with strikingly handsome features.

The man's skin color can no longer be simply described as white; it's like that of a baby who is still four or five months old and unborn, with a translucent complexion that allows you to vaguely see the dormant heart inside.

Whoosh—the pool of blood surged!

Amosta's prying eyes seemed to offend the vampire who was not fully born, or rather, not fully resurrected. In an instant, the vampire opened its eyes, and a pair of blood-red pupils appeared in front of Amosta.

Boom!

The moment the gazes of deep purple and blood-red eyes met in mid-air, a violent hurricane suddenly surged in the dilapidated hall. The powerful force instantly shattered the circular glass dome, and even the surrounding walls developed jagged cracks!

The shockwave of mental energy caused countless fragments of lightning to flash across the dusty hall, while the recoil caused the corpses floating on the blood pool to sink back into it. Amosta's incomplete mental energy, which had crossed space, was also nearly dissipated, and finally, with a cold snort, it vanished without a trace.

pat-

The moment consciousness returned to the body, the fang lost the force supporting its levitation and fell to the ground. The desk in front of Amosta had been reduced to shards, and the room was a scene of utter devastation, as if a typhoon had swept through. The reinforced glass windows, spanning the floor, were riddled with thousands of cracks, one corner detached from its frame and dangling thousands of feet in the air.

Amostah gently rubbed his temples, and after a moment, his vision cleared again. He looked down at the fangs that had fallen into the cracks in the wooden planks, his gaze as deep as the ocean.

In the blink of an eye, dusk was approaching, the last rays of the setting sun lingered, but the bright red sun on the horizon was already eager to bring light to the people of another continent.

Sizzle. Sizzle.

A sickening hissing sound came from the utility pole, and the light bulb, covered with dead mosquitoes, flickered on and off before emitting a steady glow.

"Honey--"

Mr. Dett, standing by the mailbox, glanced at the lit streetlight. His toes unconsciously gripped the ground in his shoes. He breathed heavily for a few moments, then looked at his daughter beside him.

Are you sure he'll come?

Mr. Dett asked, and this was the eleventh time he had asked the question today.

“I believe Amosta will not forget the time.”

Amelia pursed her lips and said, her gaze lingering on her father's anxious brows, a growing sense of unease settling in her heart.

Her parents' curiosity about Amosta Blaine had clearly gone beyond a normal range, to a point that she couldn't understand.

"So, he'll use your wizards' Apparition, oh, is it possible he'll use the fireplace, like when your mother and I visited you in the hospital last time?"

Even though Amelia had explained this issue several times today, she still patiently repeated it again.

“He can’t Apparate, Dad. One of the conditions for Apparate is that you have to have been to that place. Amosta has never visited our house. As for the fireplace, last time was an exception. Normally, Muggle family fireplaces are not allowed to be connected to the Floo Network. It’s just a privilege of some high-ranking members of Congress—”

"So--"

Amosta Dett wanted to ask more, but a taxi speeding up from the street corner interrupted him.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Det, for troubling you so much--"

Amosta, carrying a bottle of whiskey as a gift, got out of the car and saw the old man walking quickly toward him with a happy expression. He said apologetically.

"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about, child? We won't start eating for a while yet. In the meantime, you can take a look at the gift we prepared for you—"

Mr. Dett chuckled and put his arm around Amusta's shoulder, leading him into the house, leaving Amelia standing at the door, looking at the two men's backs with a puzzled expression.

Chapter 931 Family Banquet

2024-05-22

As the first night arrived, the neat houses in the residential area lit up one after another. Although not as dazzling as the bright neon lights of the bustling commercial district, the lights of thousands of homes had their own warmth.

The layout of the Dursleys' house is very similar to the house where Harry's aunt and uncle, the Dursleys, once visited by Amos Tower.

This is not surprising, as the elderly couple had spent most of their lives in London before coming to New York, and they were more accustomed to the lifestyle there.

In the dining room, which is right next to the kitchen, a genuine family gathering is underway. Of the four people involved, three are tacitly aware of what's going on, while Amelia, feeling dizzy as she watches her parents and Amostella chatting happily, feels like an outsider.

Amelia glanced at Amosta's left hand resting on the table beside her. He had a new wristwatch on his wrist, which was a gift her parents had prepared for him without her knowledge.

Although Amelia's daily life is now completely oriented towards the wizarding world, it doesn't mean she's lost her common sense about life in the Muggle world. The watch her parents gave Amostella, when converted to Galleons, is roughly equivalent to her annual income in the Magical Congress.

This was really a bit beyond the bounds of social etiquette. Amelia was taken aback when she saw her parents take out the gift. What surprised her even more was that she thought Amosta wouldn't accept such an expensive gift, but Amosta was silent for a few seconds before smiling and thanking them. At her parents' urging, he put on the watch.

This is so strange, everything is so illogical!

Amelia took a small sip of pumpkin juice, biting her lower lip as she secretly glanced at her parents.

To be honest, she secretly thought that her parents admired Amosta so much because they wanted to bring her and Amosta together.

Amelia found this idea utterly absurd and ridiculous.

The renowned Amosta would never be interested in an unknown girl like her, a security department 'fake' Auror without even a formal internship. Moreover, she had absolutely no feelings for Amosta other than admiration.

There's another strange thing.

From childhood, her father had always been very strict about her interactions with boys, to the point that she had never had a formal romantic relationship with a boy. There was no reason why her parents would suddenly become anxious and worried about her future after seeing Amosta.

Of course, all of this was just her imagination before this dinner.

Amelia had expected some of the topics discussed at dinner to be very embarrassing for her, but in reality, her parents didn't mention anything about her at all, as if her presence was insignificant.

"That sport called Quidditch actually overturned some of my understanding of wizards--"

The bottle of Flame Whisky that Amosta had brought was finished. Mr. Dutter opened a bottle of his treasured whisky, refilled Amosta's glass, and then turned to refill Mrs. Dutter's glass, who hardly ever drank. After the three of them raised their glasses and drank together, Mr. Dutter said with a smile,

"I thought wizards would be a very cautious and careful group. Because you never want to show yourselves in front of ordinary people, but wizards have developed such thrilling sports."

"This is probably the only magical subject that Amelia isn't good at—"

Mrs. Dert's slightly plump cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and she smiled and said...

“I remember when she was in third grade, she couldn’t stay on the broom very well, and one of her roommates had already made it onto the school’s Quidditch team, so during the summer, she asked us to get her a flying broom, and we drove her out to practice in the field. Do you remember that?”

"Oh, of course--"

Mr. Dett, ignoring his daughter's tense expression, said with great interest,

"She ended up hanging on a redwood, and the broom she'd just bought flew into the deep mountains. The tree was too tall for me to climb, and she couldn't get down on her own without magic. Luckily, we ran into a group of young people climbing. How are you, Amosta? Do you enjoy this sport?"

"good--"

Amosta said with a smile

"But I'm not very good at it either. My reaction speed is pretty good, but I just can't apply it to riding a broom. Of course, if it's just flying in a straight line, it's not a big problem."

Mr. Dett burst into laughter as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Haha, then I guess it's a genetic issue!"

Amelia tightened her grip on her fork, feeling an urge to scold her father into silence. Amostella, sensing this, turned and looked at her gently.

"What's wrong, Amelia? You don't seem to have much of an appetite?"

"I"