The Return to Hogwarts

Not to mention the Detts, even Amelia was so shocked by the grim expressions on her colleagues' faces that she fell silent.

Amusta gently patted Amelia's shoulder, gave the elderly couple a warm smile, and then stepped forward, calmly looking at the capable-looking witch at the front of the crowd.

"Tell me why you've come."

As soon as Amostella moved, the Aurors tensed up. They, who had been maintaining their composure, immediately did the same thing—pulling out their wands and pointing them at Amostella.

This seems to be a serious matter.

Amostella thought to herself calmly, her expression somber. Meanwhile, Amelia and her parents were too terrified to move!

"terribly sorry--"

The shrewd witch Amosta was looking at had her fist clenched tightly inside her sleeve. Although her face was solemn and unforgiving, one could faintly hear her voice trembling, and her deep tone turning sharp.

"Amosta Blaine, you're under arrest!"

Chapter 933 Protection

2024-05-24

Arrested?!

Amelia opened her mouth, looking at Amosta with a mixture of confusion and fear, while the elderly Detts by the door frame instinctively clutched their hearts, their expressions filled with anguish.

They were all looking at Amosta, at the man's seemingly unwavering back.

Upon hearing this 'bad news,' Amosta remained unmoved, only a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"What is your name?" Amosta asked, looking at the capable-looking witch.

Selena didn't want to return to the question, but faced with Amosta Blaine's inquiry, her body answered before her will.

"Selena Hilde".

Selena spoke in a tense voice, her cheeks slightly flushed, a sense of shame welling up inside her.

She wasn't fond of Amosta Blaine, nor did she idolize him; for now, Amosta Blaine was just a suspect. But her uncontrollable answers to a suspect's questions annoyed her at herself.

“Then, Ms. Hilde—”

Amosta ignored Selena's haughty attitude; his calm voice and composed demeanor eased the tension of the three people who were worried about him.

"Since you claim I've been arrested, the Magical Congress of the United States must give me a reason. What was the reason for my arrest?"

This was a reasonable and legitimate demand, but Selena remained silent. The wizard beside her, with his raised eyebrows, twitched his lips, glanced at Selena, and then stood stiffly under Amostra Blaine's gaze, looking quite troubled.

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, two hours ago, there was a murder at the Capitol."

Seeing that Amosta and Amelia were listening attentively, Eriel took a breath and continued.

"Chago Piolio of the Wand Licensing Office has been confirmed dead."

"what?!"

Amelia exclaimed in surprise.

"Chago is dead. But who did it!"

Amosta turned around and looked at Amelia with amusement. As things stand, is it even a question that Congress is questioning who?

However, the Wand Licensing Office

Amostra's brows furrowed slightly, and his imposing aura caused a chill to run through the Aurors, who held an overwhelming numerical advantage. They felt as if they were facing a raging fire dragon baring its fangs, completely unarmed.

"So, on what grounds do you suspect that I committed this murder?"

The question still revolves around the wizard named Eriel.

“According to our investigation at the scene, Chago Piorio died from Fiendfire, and…” Eriel took a deep breath, mustering the courage to look into Amosta Blaine’s calm eyes.

"After the commotion at the Wand Licensing Office was detected by a routine patrol officer, the officer immediately raised an alarm. Mr. Grevis, who was on duty, led his team to cordon off the floor and the building and search the scene of the incident. We discovered that something was missing from the Wand Licensing Office."

"what?"

Amelia snapped out of her daze and walked over to Amosta, staring wide-eyed at Eriel.

“Mr. Amosta Blaine’s two wands have been sealed away,” Eriel said, his face grim.

“Firestorm.” Amostall’s eyes were deep. “Since you encountered Firestorm, how come the Wand Licensing Office only lost my wand and the rest of the facilities were undamaged?”

"Because that murderer demonstrated an extremely high level of mastery of the Fiend Curse."

Selena Heard said in a cold, hard voice,

"Based on our deduction, the murderer first restrained Chago Piorio, forcing him to reveal the wand's hiding place. After obtaining the wand, he killed him with Fiendfyre before escaping the Capitol—"

"So you suspect me because of this, suspect me of killing that Chago in order to get my wand back?"

A chilling smile played on Amosta's lips.

This was undoubtedly a greater provocation in Selena's eyes, and she said coldly,

"Based on the clues we have so far, you are the prime suspect, Mr. Blaine. Therefore, you must be questioned by the Department of Security and cooperate with the investigation into this heinous murder."

"must?"

Amosta's eyes grew increasingly dangerous. "You didn't take good care of my wand. After it was lost, instead of apologizing, you—"

Amostah raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the cramped living room, not much space left, and looked at the Aurors who suddenly tensed up at his gaze, their hands trembling as they held their canes. He narrowed his eyes, then suddenly opened them!

Click—whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A blinding, zigzag-shaped red lightning bolt suddenly flashed in the dimly lit room. The Aurors, whose vigilance was at its highest, were momentarily stunned. Before they could even see what was happening, a powerful force appeared out of nowhere and forcibly snatched their wands from their hands!

Wow!

Startled, the Aurors instinctively retreated, scattering in all directions to find shelter. In an instant, Amelia's living room was in complete chaos!

"Amosta!"

Amelia screamed uncontrollably. She was equally furious that her colleagues had barged into her home without any real evidence, but she was even more afraid that Amosta, who felt his authority had been offended, would go on a killing spree!

A heavy, deep-sea-like pressure enveloped the living room, and shocking cracks spread from Amosta's feet to all corners of the room.

The female Auror, who had just been all business, instinctively dodged behind the refrigerator to avoid it. However, the resulting crack in the floor caused the refrigerator to fall over, exposing her and Eriel to Amosta's indifferent gaze once again. The two of them, along with all the Aurors, looked at Amosta blankly, unsure of what to do next.

Amelia's scream made Amosta freeze as he was about to raise his hand. He turned to look at Amelia, who was looking at him with fear and pleading. The Detts by the door were even more surprised; the two elderly people were clinging to each other and looked as if they were about to faint.

Snap, snap, snap——

Amostella lowered his hand as he was about to raise it, and the dozens of wands that he had confiscated and that were floating in front of him fell to the ground with a clatter.

A suffocating silence fell over the room; no Auror dared to say another word before Amosta Blaine could speak.

"You cannot take Amosta away—"

Unexpectedly, it was Mrs. Dett, standing by the doorframe, who broke free from her fear of the situation first. She rushed to Amosta's side, facing the Aurors from the Security Department, her pale face revealing a resolute determination.

"He couldn't possibly have killed anyone. He's been sleeping upstairs the whole time, and we can all vouch for that!"

"That's right!"

Mr. Dett immediately snapped out of his daze and rushed to Amosta, angrily shouting at the terrified Aurors.

“You must have made a mistake. Someone stole Amostella’s wand, and your negligence has caused Amostella a huge loss. You should compensate for the loss and catch the thief, not break into my house without permission to persecute a victim!”

Another silence fell. Amostah raised an eyebrow, the majesty in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a strange look as he gazed at the Detts.

"Madam, Sir—"

Serena Hilde was about to say something, but before she could speak, Eriel pulled her behind him forcefully, took a few heavy breaths, and pleaded,

“Even if you’ve seen Amosta Blaine in this house the whole time, it doesn’t mean that’s the truth, it doesn’t mean he really didn’t leave. Especially what can a powerful wizard like Mr. Blaine do? You just saw it yourself—”

Eriel then cautiously glanced at Blaine.

“Mr. Blaine, I apologize for our rudeness in breaking into this house, but… you do have… uh, I mean, a certain motive, oh well… we need to figure this out… to prevent the American wizarding community from suffering even greater losses—”

Amostah didn't pay attention to what the Auror was stammering about. He was still staring at the two old men in front of him, their hair gray and their skin loose, and the strange feeling rising in his heart was still fermenting.

The Aurors present watched the young wizard standing by the stairs with tension. They knew very well that if Amosta Blaine decided to rebel—no, to teach them a lesson—it would be a serious matter.

Swallowing nervously, Eriel opened his mouth, still trying to persuade Amosta, trying to tell him that if the investigation were thorough, the Magical Congress would absolutely not dare to slander the innocence of a Grand Wizard and Vice President of the International Wizarding Federation, but before that—

“I will stay in my hotel until this matter is clarified.”

Suddenly, Amosta nodded and said.

call--

In the dim, somber living room, a series of suppressed breaths echoed. Eriel nodded gratefully to Amosta.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Oh, no, I mean your support!"

He saw Amosta's pajamas.

"You may go change your clothes. And take all your belongings with you; we might—well, according to protocol, need to inspect your belongings. Of course, we'll probably also need to search the house, because of the wand—well, of course, it would be even better if you allowed us to retrieve our wand."

Amosta still ignored the Aurors from the Department of Security; he looked at the elderly couple who were watching him with concern.

"I'm sorry, I think I've caused you trouble."

"Don't say that, darling!"

Mrs. Dett blew her nose loudly, her red eyes brimming with tears.