The Return to Hogwarts

Grevis circled the progenitor of vampires twice, observing him. When asked, he turned his gaze with interest. His eyes swept across the hall, and he could see the confusion on everyone's faces. He could even sense their confusion.

Finally, he looked at Sirius and his friends, smiling relaxedly and frivolously.

"I think you are all feeling confused?"

Sirius's expression was solemn and profound; he was unwilling to show the slightest weakness in front of such an extremely evil wizard.

“I am not confused.”

Sirius said in a low voice

"You used some kind of evil magic to manipulate this resurrected progenitor of vampires, didn't you?"

“Oh, please don’t, Mr. Blake—”

Grevis feigned a frown and said with displeasure,

"In this incredibly joyful moment, you shouldn't deprive me of the pleasure of sharing, should you? Besides, the truth is even more interesting than you think."

Chapter 956 Possibility

2024-06-04

The battle in the hall briefly ceased. The Aurors removed their magical barriers and used this brief truce to catch their breath. Eriel and Selena came to Sirius's side, and Amelia also moved closer. All of them were watching Grevis, who exuded a sinister and evil aura.

Something's not right—

Eriel said in a serious tone, and Selena and Amelia both nodded in unison.

Sirius Black's expression was equally grave; he knew what Eriel meant.

Although I don't know much about Trak Grevis, the changes in Grevis before and after are so obvious that it's as if he's become a completely different person.

Sirius could still sense a trace of sadness, resentment, and bitterness at being toyed with by fate in the emotions of Grevis, who had just recounted his past to them. Although Grevis was a criminal who had committed unforgivable crimes, Sirius could still sense a trace of sadness in his emotions.

The person in front of them was completely immersed in his own 'success' and no longer had any emotion that could be called 'good'.

"Okay, I am indeed a little confused and curious—"

Sirius suddenly said...

"What exactly have you done?"

“Oh, that’s wise, Mr. Blake--”

Grevis smiled politely, but his eyes held only cold smugness, not genuine joy.

"Today is undoubtedly a day to remember. I mean, I have finally broken free from the shackles of mediocrity and truly become a great and immortal being. It is worth celebrating, so I am willing to bestow some mercy upon you. To show you, oh, to show you my extraordinary wisdom—"

Grevis paced back and forth by the pool of blood, his emotions running high.

"But where should I begin? You just asked me why I wasn't worried about whether the information the vampire I arrested years ago gave me was a lie, and whether those despicable vampires, who only deserve to live in the dark, might be setting a trap for me?"

"You said you interrogated them using truth serum and magic, didn't you?"

Sirius said.

“Oh, that’s true, Mr. Black. I wasn’t lying just now. I really believe what the vampires told me is true: that if their progenitor is resurrected, the curse on me can be broken, but—”

Grevis stood before the progenitor, gazing at it with the eyes of someone admiring a work of art.

"I also considered a problem at the time: even if I joined the vampires' plan and helped them successfully resurrect the progenitor, how could I ensure that the progenitor would be willing to solve my problems after being resurrected instead of continuing to enslave me with curses?"

Sirius's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't say anything.

"Just as you just said, I want to resurrect a dark creature I don't understand, a vampire with great power. Do you mean I should place my hopes on such a life being grateful and repaying my kindness?"

Looking at the handsome face of the progenitor of vampires, Grevis smiled contemptuously.

“I know it’s impossible. Based on my experience dealing with these dark creatures, they know fear, but they never know gratitude. I need it to be resurrected because only in this way can I survive, but at the same time, I must make sure that I don’t fall into a deeper predicament because of it.”

"So, your plan is to use magic to control this vampire and turn it into your puppet when you resurrect it?"

Amelia couldn't help but ask.

“Ordinary magic can’t do this. My grandfather’s unfortunate experience taught me never to underestimate a powerful wizard. I must be absolutely certain of success.”

Grevis smiled coldly.

"I knew that controlling a dark creature many times more powerful than myself was no easy task. I could very well be sending myself into the abyss. For a time after learning about the vampire plan, I was perplexed by it. I sifted through many ancient magical texts, searching for powerful spells lost in history, hoping they could help me, but the results were disappointing. I ultimately found nothing, until I went to England—"

"U.K?"

Amelia exclaimed in surprise, but then she realized what she had said.

"You went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries to find a way to stop the curse?"

Grevis nodded approvingly.

"But St. Mungo's disappointed me as well, giving the same diagnosis as St. Josiah. After lingering there for some time, I decided not to waste any more time, and just before I left England, it suddenly occurred to me that I was under a powerful spell of dark magic. Was it possible that some form of dark magic could solve my problem? To that end, I visited the renowned underground wizarding community in Knockturn Lane, London."

On the steel frame suspended in mid-air, Fox turned his head to look at Fang beside him and let out a low growl.

In the hotel, Amosta's eyes peered through the void, landing on Fox's now azure eyes. After a moment of contemplation, Amosta nodded.

"--I posted a commission in the underworld, hoping that some knowledgeable wizards could provide me with some valuable information so that I wouldn't have to risk resurrecting a vampire. At the time, I thought this was undoubtedly an act of abandoning faith, but the outcome still disappointed me. Those swindlers only wanted to use lies to cheat Gallon."

But by a twist of fate, I unexpectedly obtained an ancient book of dark magic there. It contained an incredibly powerful dark spell that could resolve my anxieties about resurrecting the progenitor of vampires and truly grant me immortality!

"That is--"

boom!

Sirius was about to press for more information.

However, at that moment, a sudden explosion in mid-air interrupted his question. Everyone subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound and saw the white shockwave from the powerful explosion rapidly expanding in mid-air, sweeping in all directions.

Grevis also looked up at the sky, but then, sensing something, his eyes turned sinister.

"Oh! The Anti-Apparition Charm has been broken—"

boom--

The shockwave knocked down some beams suspended in mid-air, and with a loud crash to the ground, a crisp thud rang out again. A thin, gray-haired figure emerged from the distorted space and slowly landed on the ground.

"Amosta!"

Sirius Black immediately cried out in delight and rushed to his side.

"What are you doing here? Are you Fox?"

The moment that familiar face came into view, Amelia's breath caught in her throat for a second. Then, an indescribable sense of relief welled up inside her, and the Aurors who recognized who it was also relaxed.

In contrast, the vampires looked alarmed and became restless.

Amostella didn't answer Sirius's question, but simply smiled at him and Amelia, who had run over, before her deep gaze fell on Grevis.

Amosta Blaine

Grevis's voice turned sinister.

"You've been watching this place and monitoring it, haven't you?"

"Is this your last question?"

Amosta remained calm as he looked at Grevis with a strange, almost pitying, gaze.

"Oh, finally?"

Grevis had forgotten that he was sharing his secrets to 'success'; his laughter was filled with burgeoning anger, as if he had been insulted, and he roared fiercely.

"You have no idea what great magic I have accomplished. I have achieved immortality. My life will live on forever. No one and no magic can destroy me!"

"Is he crazy?"

Sirius looked at Grevis with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Oh, he wasn't crazy, it's just that some beautiful things left his soul forever."

Amosta calmly watched the frenzied Grevis.

"The world has never lacked ambitious people. From ancient times to the present, you have used the progenitor of vampires, a living being, as a vessel to hold your soul. I must admit, it was a very interesting attempt, but at the same time, it was also very foolish. But I want to thank you for letting me have a long-held speculation, a possibility that I was unsure if it was even possible to realize."

"You're mocking me, Blaine!"

Grevis stared at Amosta with a sinister look in his eyes.

"What exactly is it?"

An aged voice rang out, and Fawkes flapped its wings and landed on Amosta's shoulder. Under Sirius's silent gaze, Fawkes tilted its head, unable to suppress its curiosity as it stared at Amosta.

"What have you figured out, Amosta? Is it related to him?"

Chapter 957 A Hasty Death

2024-06-04

Is it related to him?

The vampire and the Auror stared in astonishment at Fawkes, not understanding why a bird, rather than an intelligent magical creature, could speak. But Amelia recognized the voice—it was that of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, president of the International Confederation of Wizards, and the greatest wizard of our time.

After overcoming his initial surprise, Sirius focused his attention on the core issue. Dumbledore, who was clearly trying to hide something, didn't say it explicitly, but Sirius guessed that this 'he' was very likely Voldemort!

"It has nothing to do with him, Headmaster Dumbledore—"