The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta calmly met those azure eyes.

"He was a wizard who used this magic in history. The way he used this magic was quite special, and the vessel he chose to hold his soul was also quite special."

"Oh, really?"

Fox's blue eyes gleamed with even greater interest.

"I haven't heard a single word from you."

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta remained unmoved.

"It's not time to share this story with you yet."

Sirius, who was completely confused, suddenly had a thought and his gaze toward Amosta changed slightly.

He recalled their adventure in Azkaban last summer. Like a dream, he had actually encountered the memories of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw.

Following the memories of the two founders, they explored the underground secrets of Azkaban—a journey that also puzzled Sirius, but he knew it must involve secrets that Amosta was trying to hide, so he vowed to keep it a secret from everyone else and not tell anyone what happened during that trip.

But Amosta's reaction at the time is quite intriguing. Sirius remembers that when he swore to keep it a secret, Amosta told him—if he ever disappeared, tell Dumbledore everything.

It's not the right time yet. Amosta just said something similar to Dumbledore.

Sirius's lips moved, but he ultimately restrained his curiosity.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

A deep, hoarse voice rang out, and Grevis looked menacingly at the phoenix perched on Blaine's shoulder.

"If it's Albus Dumbledore... Ah, I see—"

Grevis revealed a sinister smile.

"Is this your source of confidence, Blaine? You secretly brought Dumbledore to New York. Oh, in the form of a bird?"

“It is very regrettable that we meet under these circumstances, Mr. Grevis,”

Dumbledore's sigh echoed through the shattered hall.

“I remember three years ago, the International Wizarding Federation organized a meeting on how to ensure the safety of ordinary people in the wizarding world. Samuel brought a speech that was supposedly written by you, and some of the suggestions in it were very wise.”

“Oh, really?” Grevis said sarcastically. “I’ve already forgotten.”

Dumbledore was about to say something when Amosta interrupted him.

"His mastery of this magic is insufficient; he has allowed too much reason to leave his soul. It's impossible to expect him to repent for his actions. Even if he could repent, he couldn't reclaim his soul—"

Amosta gazed intently at the progenitor of vampires standing frozen like an exquisite wax figure beside Grevis.

"repent?"

Grevis grinned, revealing a menacing white smile.

“I think it won’t be long before you kneel before me and repent for your disrespect towards a great ruler!”

Sirius couldn't help but sneer. As the current ruler of the magical world, probably no one had the guts or the strength to back up such audacity to speak so arrogantly in front of Dumbledore and Amosta. But when he saw Grevis flip his wrist and another black wand appear in his palm, Sirius's expression immediately turned ugly.

"Here is your wand, Amosta!"

Amelia exclaimed, recognizing Amostella immediately as someone who had personally confiscated her wand.

"Dumbledore."

Sirius then realized something important.

"How much skill can you possibly possess looking like that?"

“Very limited—” Dumbledore chuckled.

By this time, most of the Aurors had come to their senses. With Amostrath Blaine and Albus Dumbledore standing in front of them, they subconsciously relaxed, but now that they thought about it, the situation was still very critical.

Dumbledore didn't even show up in person. Even if he had, he was over a hundred years old and hadn't fought in public for half a century, so it was hard to say how much strength he still had. Amosta Blaine could indeed be reassuring under normal circumstances, but his wand was still with Grevis!

"for you--"

Realizing this, Amelia immediately handed her wand to Amosta, her clear brown eyes reflecting a resolute light.

"No matter what magic he's learned, I believe you can stop him!"

Amostella glanced at Amelia, raised an eyebrow, but then smiled gently.

"Thanks. But I don't think I need it--"

"Don't need it? You don't need it?"

Grevis smiled.

"Does this mean you already know that you are powerless before me now? Are you prepared to die by your own wand?"

Dumbledore remained silent, only looking at him sadly, while Amostella extended her hand to Grevis in an inviting gesture.

"If you think you can kill me, then go ahead and try—"

Selena's eyebrows shot up immediately. She knew that Amosta Blaine was a powerful wizard of exceptional talent, a fact that the Daily Prophet across the ocean had been reporting on extensively for a long time. But he wanted to confront Grevis, who seemed to possess some evil power, without a wand.

Selena pursed her lips and waited for Amosta's retreating figure, but before she could persuade him, Eriel pulled her wrist away and subtly shook his head.

Seemingly fed up with Amosta's pretentious antics, Grevis lost the will to say anything more. He stared coldly at Amosta, who stood calmly a few dozen feet away, tightened his grip on the wand that had once belonged to the man opposite him, and slowly raised his arm—

"Unless you have the same abilities as Harry Potter, then prepare to die, Blaine!"

After a fierce roar, Grevis swung his wand down!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Apart from the vampires who had been turned against them by Grevis and were now bewildered and scattered around, not knowing what to do, Sirius, Amelia, and the Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States all had fear on their faces. Many of them unconsciously raised their wands to shield Amostella from the curse.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The moment the wand fell, Grevis felt an immense sense of peace. He believed Amostrath Blaine would die from his spell, as would the phoenix possessed by Dumbledore. As for the rest, he didn't intend to kill them. If they were willing to submit, he could lead these vampires and Aurors to create a more perfect magical world than the one they had now.

However, this beautiful fantasy was interrupted before it could end, and Grevis's confident expression froze!

He stared in horror at his right hand, at Amostella's wand. He could feel an immense power surging from the black wand, which he was powerless to resist!

Click!

A flash of golden lightning obscured everyone's vision and even dispelled the crimson moonlight that enveloped the earth!

All Amelia could hear were heart-wrenching screams and howling winds, like the sound of something burning fiercely!

When she finally overcame her blurred vision and eagerly looked towards Grevis, she found that Grevis had disappeared. Where he had just stood, only a small cluster of golden flames remained on the ground.

Chapter 958 disappears into thin air

2024-06-05

Snapped!

The wand spun in the air, flying in a smooth arc, and finally landed in Amosta's hand amidst many stunned gazes.

Stroking the smooth shaft of the wand, feeling the intense heat emanating from it, it seemed angry, as if blaming Amostella for abandoning it and letting it fall into human hands.

Amosta smiled apologetically at the wand and said gently,

"Okay, I promise this is the first and last time, okay?"

The ebony wand trembled slightly before settling quietly in Amostella's palm.

Amosta got his wand back, which was indeed a cause for celebration, but the people around him did not show any joy. While Amosta and his wand were exchanging words after their "long-awaited reunion," Sirius and the others were still looking at the faint golden flame with strange expressions!

Grevis is dead?

Well, this wasn't really anything that surprised Sirius Black, or the Aurors of the Magical Congress of America.

Amos Stark is here, and Albus Dumbledore is here. Although one of them is without a wand and the other is only focused on the phoenix, both of them are in a state of greatly reduced strength. However, the past achievements of these two legendary wizards are so 'fierce' that they are not too worried about them even though their condition is greatly reduced!

only--

Sirius's lips twitched a few times, revealing a bewildered expression.

He trusted Dumbledore and Amosta, believing they could handle Grevis. But it would probably be a tough battle, wouldn't it?

After all, Grevis's confident demeanor just now made them all believe that he had indeed obtained unimaginable power through some extremely evil black magic. Grevis's arrogant words were still echoing in everyone's ears.

Immortal life. Forever in the world.

As a result, he died in the trap Amostella had set with his wand before he even had a chance to make a move.

"he"

But as a wizard with a 'rich resume' who had experienced war and betrayal, Sirius still showed the necessary vigilance. He looked at Fawkes.

"Is he finished, Dumbledore?"

A moment of silence followed, the gleam in Dumbledore's deep blue eyes hidden by his half-lowered eyelids, before his aged voice rang out.

"Not for now, Sirius."

Upon hearing this, Sirius was not the only one who was shocked and horrified; all the Aurors who had fought to this point were staring at the Phoenix in astonishment.

"But he was already destroyed by Amosta's magic, wasn't he?"

Amelia pointed to the thin layer of ashes on the ground and blurted it out.

"temporary?"