The Return to Hogwarts

A wand peeked faintly from the Muggle waiter's sleeve. He approached slowly, taking hesitant steps.

"You seem to have had too much to drink. Should I help you to bed?"

The Muggle waiter kept calling out and finally came to the table. He took a close look at Amelia lying on the ground, his expression relaxed slightly, and then he squinted and carefully observed the unconscious Amosta.

"gentlemen?"

The Muggle tester gently nudged Amostra, but Amostra remained unmoved, not even uttering a murmur.

In the dim light, the Muggle waiter straightened up and let out a heavy sigh. He loosened his tightly tied bow tie, his feigned suspicion vanished, and his eyes became sinister and cold.

"Yes, Sirius Black Animagus?"

The Muggle waiter scrutinized Sirius's face and quickly recognized him, which made him feel puzzled and uneasy, but he soon put that unease aside.

"There's no time left—"

The Muggle waiter whispered, and then the wand that had fallen into his palm slowly pointed at Amosta.

Chapter 944 and others apologize

2024-05-29

Amostella, slumped over the table with his arm as a pillow, was snoring softly, seemingly fast asleep and oblivious to the wand pointing at him.

The Muggle waiter swiftly twirled his wand, and the pouch in Amostella's arms flew out with a whoosh and landed in his palm.

"Fangs flying in!"

The waiter aimed his wand at the tightly bound bag, his voice slightly urgent, but his spell did not yield the fang; instead, it summoned a sudden burst of silver light.

The powerful impact threw the waiter like a lead ball, and as he was thrown into the air, he displayed an agility that a wizard would never possess. He adjusted his body in mid-air, lightly placed his feet on the wall he was about to hit, and then nimbly slid back to the ground.

The hand dragging the spatial bag was slashed by the silver flash, leaving many gruesome wounds that reached the bone, with blood flowing out like trickles. However, the Muggle waiter showed no pain. He coldly stared at his left hand, and the blood that had fallen to the ground seemed to flow back into his body as if time had reversed. In just a dozen breaths, the wounds were completely healed.

Da da da--

The waiter cautiously approached Amosta again, carefully observing the three unconscious men. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no sign of them waking up.

Amosta's spatial bag landed on the ground, emitting a faint silver light. It seemed that defensive magic had been activated, and touching it now would not be a wise move.

After hesitating for a moment, the Muggle waiter looked up at Amostella again, pondered for a moment, then pointed his wand at Amostella, and one of Amostella's hands was pulled away from the unconscious body and placed straight on the table.

The spatial bag on the ground was slowly lifted into the air under control, and the moment it fell into Amosta's palm, the light of the defensive magic on the spatial bag immediately went out.

The Muggle waiter controlled Amostra's hand to loosen the drawstring of the pouch, then made Amostra hold the pouch upside down and shake it, causing the contents of the pouch to fall out like rain.

After a dozen or so spellbooks and dozens of Galleons were scattered out, a smooth, jade-like fang slammed onto the table with a thud.

The moment he saw the fang, the overwhelming joy made the Muggle waiter's breath catch in his throat. He instinctively reached for it, but his hand suddenly stopped halfway. After a moment of hesitation and contemplation, his wand pointed back at Amostella's hand, directing that hand towards the fang—

Just as he had predicted, the fangs had indeed been tampered with by Amosta. When Amosta's palm touched the fangs, a faint light flashed across his palm before falling silent.

With his palm open, the pure white fang lay quietly in Amostella's hand. The Muggle servant observed it carefully for a while, then gently poked the fang with his wand. Everything was normal; no unusual phenomena appeared, and the magic on it seemed to have disappeared.

Grabbing the fangs, the Muggle waiter, whose appearance had changed drastically, gleamed with wild joy in his crimson, sinister eyes. He gripped the fangs tightly and was about to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back.

The wand pointed to the gold coins and books scattered on the ground and table, causing them to return to Amosta's storage pouch. Then, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs—

Well!

Extreme pain flashed in the Muggle waiter's crimson eyes. He covered his mouth and gasped for breath. He reshaped his fang to make it exactly the same as the one he had taken, then flew into Amostella's spatial bag and returned the bag to Amostella's arms.

After a thorough inspection to ensure there were no flaws left, the Muggle waiter quickly left the room and slammed the door shut.

"hehe--"

A soft laugh echoed through the now quiet room.

Amosta, who was fast asleep, sat up silently. With her penetrating gaze, she watched the magical silhouette quickly ascend the elevator to the top floor, then abandon the food cart and Apparate away.

Withdrawing his gaze, Amosta took out his spatial bag, flicked his finger, and the counterfeit fang flew out of the bag, landing on the table with a thud.

After glancing at the unconscious Amelia and Sirius, Amosta flicked his finger again, and a small glass bottle containing purple liquid floated out.

The cork was opened, and Amosta let the glass bottle float to Amelia's nostrils. As the purple liquid inside vaporized into wisps of light purple smoke that drifted into her nostrils, Amelia's relaxed brows immediately furrowed.

Following the same method, Amosta also let Sirius sniff the purple smoke.

About ten seconds later, their bodies began to twitch slightly, and then—

"damn it!"

Suddenly, Sirius leaped up from the ground, drew his wand, and surveyed the surroundings with a fierce look. Amelia, too, had a frosty expression on her face, her teeth clenched, and she gripped her wand tightly.

"Don't be nervous, there's no danger anymore."

Amosta said calmly.

"Oh, Amosta, are you alright?"

Sirius finally noticed Amostella's condition; his brow furrowed.

"What just happened? Were we ambushed? Was that bottle of wine... or was that waiter a wizard?!"

"It's a living hell potion, added to red wine, enough to keep us sleeping soundly until tomorrow evening--"

Amosta said

"As for that Muggle waiter, he was indeed a Muggle when he first brought you in, but the one who brought the food later was someone else."

"Who exactly is that person?"

Amelia froze mid-sentence. She noticed the fangs on the table; they were the same fangs that had unleashed incredible power and devoured a sea of ​​blood the night she and Amosta rushed to meet Sato Ryuhei.

"A sudden inspiration!" Amelia exclaimed.

"They're vampires. They're here to steal this fang!"

Sirius Black had already heard the story in Dumbledore's office, and his gaze was now fixed on the fang.

"So...you've already taken it down?"

"Oh, that's not it--"

Raising his hand to wipe away the illusion from the fangs, Amosta smiled and said...

"I pretended to faint, letting it take away my fang, which was actually the vampire's own. It pulled it out and disguised it as mine so I wouldn't notice anything amiss. How adorably naive."

"But why did you do that?"

Amelia asked, and Sirius looked equally puzzled.

Amosta lowered his gaze, smiled slightly, and did not answer the question immediately.

At this point, the truth behind everything has been revealed to Amosta, and all that remains is to wrap things up.

"Because I want to see whose orders these vampires are following."

Amostella snapped her fingers, and the fang on the table immediately levitated and trembled rapidly. Finally, after a flash of eerie blue light, it fell silent. Amostella then floated the fang to Sirius Black's side.

“I’ve already placed a tracking charm on the fang that was taken. As long as we follow this fang, we can find the mastermind behind it. I believe my wand is also in that person’s hands. Sirius, and Amelia, I’m giving this fang to you. Can you find it for me?”

"Of course!"

Sirius Black said without hesitation,

"That's why I came here."

As he spoke, he looked at Amelia, and the girl across the table nodded decisively.

Sirius caught the fang, which spun a few times in his palm before its tip pointed in a direction. He was about to act when he suddenly remembered something and looked at Amostella with a puzzled expression.

"Aren't you coming with us, Amosta?"

"Oh, you know—"

Amosta smiled and said,

"I am being monitored by the Aurors of the Security Department."

“If you want to leave, Amosta, those guys won’t be able to keep an eye on you—”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Unless you have other plans."

"If I had to talk about my plans--"

Amosta leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, a languid smile on his face.

"My plan is simple: I'll stay here and wait for the people from the Magic Congress to apologize to me."

Chapter 945 Tracking

2024-05-30

"You're planning to go back, Amelia?"

As Amelia and Sirius, now a large black dog, emerged from Amosta's room and hurried toward the elevator, Eriel, who had blocked their path earlier, reappeared before them, his already prominent eyebrows raised high.

"You came all this way just to have a late-night snack with Blaine?"

"This is none of your business, Eriel—"