Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

The old, dilapidated archway stood alone, without any walls around it.

In the center of the archway was a tattered black curtain.

Even though there was no wind in the room, it was swaying gently.

It was as if someone was waving and inviting people to step into the arch.

But obviously...

Amos Diggory showed no interest in responding to this invitation.

He was tall, with round glasses and a high nose bridge - even in his old age, he looked quite handsome and kind, very similar to Cedric.

At this moment... He held his wand and hid nervously behind a large rock.

There were wounds on his feet and body, and blood was constantly oozing out.

But he obviously didn't care about that.

"Sensory enhancement."

"Armor protection."

"Protect everything."

He waved his wand and skillfully cast the spell of self-preservation silently.

The skillful and ingenious silent spells were obviously better than those performed by more than 80% of adult wizards.

That's right.

Even though he had graduated from Hogwarts for many years, as a former Hufflepuff prefect, Amos Diggory's magical skills were still very good.

Of course - according to the original regulations of the Ministry of Magic, Amos Diggory was not allowed to enter the Department of Mysteries, let alone the [Hall of the Dead] deep inside the Department of Mysteries.

Even if he applied for the 'Ancient Magical Creatures Tablet' in the Department of Mysteries, in theory he could only wait at the door of the Department of Mysteries for the Unspeakable to give him the item.

But obviously.

Amos couldn't care less about that now, and no one would stop him.

because...

"Croco..."

Looking at the wizard lying not far away, Amos felt a little sad.

Saul Crocker - Unspoken of the Department of Mysteries, one of the Ministry of Magic employees responsible for researching mysterious artifacts.

He had a good relationship with Amos, who remembered him as having a lovely son and a beautiful wife.

But now, they are destined to never be together.

Just now, Amos and Crocker saw the black-robed men breaking into the Department of Mysteries.

So they started to run, and came to this room - but the green light cut through the darkness of the room and killed Crocker.

Amos didn't know why the various magical protections of the Department of Mysteries hadn't worked, nor why no Aurors had yet come to help.

But he knew at least one thing...

"I can't die..."

He thought of his son, of Cedric—he couldn't die before he saw his son grow up.

But the next moment he suddenly realized...this was the [Hall of Death].

The [Veil Door] leading to the other side of the curtain is not far away.

“It’s unlucky.”

Amos cursed inwardly.

But it is at this moment...

"Oh, Mr. Bugs—you're here...right?"

Amos heard a frantic voice.

It was a tinny voice.

Amos had also seen that man just now - although it was just a fleeting glimpse, he saw that the other person was wearing a black robe.

He couldn't see the other person's face, but he could see that the other person's black robe was strangely raised high, as if it was forcibly "lifted" up by an external force.

It was he who personally killed the Silent Man 'Krok'.

Amos was sure that the other party was the leader of the attackers.

"I can smell your blood, and your traces... You are very careless, and it seems that you rarely deal with death..."

Amos heard the shrill voice seem to be getting closer.

"Sir, I'm afraid we need to hurry..."

Then Amos heard another voice.

And then... Amos could only faintly hear their hushed conversation.

Of course, that shrill voice was too unique.

So even though the other party intentionally lowered his voice, Amos still vaguely heard a part of it.

"Found...the room?"

“Take it away…”

"I'll personally go...on the mission...you guys keep...the orders!"

And finally...

"Don't forget that bug, he's right here... Find him, kill him, use the Killing Curse!"

Amos heard the shrill voice say this.

"Sizzle!"

And at the end of his words, he seemed to roll his tongue.

Then, Amos heard the sound of footsteps.

The man seemed to be walking away.

Instead, more footsteps began to be heard.

They were obviously the attackers, and they began to search the room.

"One, two, three... there are a lot of them... at least fifteen..."

This number made Amos almost despair.

At least fifteen extremely vicious adult dark wizards - in the sparsely populated wizarding world, this is already a small elite force.

Even when he had just graduated and his magic skills were at their peak, there was no way he could handle it.

"If I were surrounded and discovered... I wouldn't stand a chance."

As soon as he realized this, Amos Diggory knew he had to fight.

So... he tore off the medal hanging on his chest.

The medal has a photo of him and Cedric on it.

He took the medal and kissed it gently. "Voxrelicta!"

"Sed, Dad loves you... The key to the family safe is in the old house where we played magic ball puzzles. There's a box inside, and the password is your birthday..."

He spoke softly, then placed the medal on the ground and buried it with the sand.

Then he took a deep breath.

"sieve!"

The next moment, he decisively jumped out from behind the stone, like a nimble cheetah - well... provided that the cheetah is also middle-aged and a little fat.

"Except your weapons!"

He muttered a spell, and crimson magic shot out from the tip of his wand.

That's right.

Amos knew very well that in this situation where both sides were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, he had to seize the initiative.

Knock down an enemy first

"Oh, I found it—here he is!"

But the next moment, he saw that the target he had chosen actually reacted immediately.

"Buzz!"

Dark and ominous magical power seeped out from the opponent's body.

"Evil Spirit Barrier!"

Amos saw the other party wave his wand, and then the dark magic turned into a barrier to deflect his spell.

Although the barrier shattered the next moment, the wizard only took a few steps back.

"Nice spell..."

Amos heard the other party's hideous laughter: "I thought the people in the Ministry of Magic were all rubbish, but now it seems... there seem to be some good ones too."

"It's over."

Then Amos knew he had lost his only chance.

What shocked him even more was the level of magic displayed by the wizard in front of him - this was definitely a dark wizard with great magical powers.

"These fifteen people, and the group blocking the door...are they all of this level? Are they really Grindelwald's saints?"

Amos was almost stunned.

But obviously, he didn't have time to think.

Because the next moment...

"Avada eats the big melon!"