Hogwarts Homecoming

Everyone in the Ministry of Magic seemed to see a roaring and erupting volcano. The overwhelming sea of ​​flames and the faint roar of tearing made them flinch, except for one person, that was Rufus Scrimgeour.

The rest could only stand still, but Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, couldn't just watch the crime happen before his eyes.

"Put away your wicked magic, young man!"

Scrimgeour stepped forward against the strong sense of oppression, he raised his wand, and roared at Amostar.

And at the moment when he was about to make a move, Amosta turned his head and gave a cold glance. In an instant, the strong pressure on his face made Scrimgeour suffocate. In a trance, he seemed to see a huge dragon lowering down. The ferocious head overlooked himself who was as weak as a mote of dust.

"Wait, Rufus—"

Tonks stared at Amosta in disbelief. She couldn't imagine that this low-key and humble old classmate would dare to use Fiercefire to kill someone in front of the Minister of Magic and other senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. Well, the more experienced Kingsley saw that something was wrong, he grabbed the arm of his immediate boss, and said in a solemn voice,

"Look carefully--"

Kingsley said in surprise,

"Those guys. If I'm not mistaken, the ones trapped by Fiendfyre are werewolves!"

werewolf?

Everyone showed astonishment, and they all looked into the monstrous sea of ​​flames.

"Yes, it is indeed him!"

Amelia Bones, who was thin and sharp-browed, stared at the ghost-like guy in the sea of ​​flames and said,

"I cannot be mistaken, Fenrir Greyback, the most notorious of all werewolves!"

Greyback's notoriety resounded throughout the British wizarding world, and he could stop children from crying at night. It was impossible for a group of key members of the Ministry of Magic not to recognize this werewolf leader who made them suffer a lot of pressure and humiliation!

"But what's going on here?"

Fudge was sweating profusely, looking at a loss,

"Amosta, shouldn't he be at Hogwarts? A werewolf, but Fiendfyre."

"You are right, Mr Minister—"

Fudge's right-hand man, Senior Deputy Minister of Magic, Dolores Umbridge cried out in the high-pitched voice of a little girl who suddenly found a mouse scurrying into her bed,

"I don't think we all remember that we once gave this Mr. Amosta Brian the authorization to use the evil spell of Fiendfyre, oh. Unless, he has someone else's permission!"

"Dumbledore has no right to authorize anyone to use such terrible magic!"

Fudge's head is always particularly sharp at this time, he immediately understood Umbridge's hint, and said angrily.

Ms. Bones glanced at Umbridge, pursed her lips but said nothing, her expression was very similar to that of Professor McGonagall who caught the little wizard mischievous in class.

The screams in Fierce Fire gradually became weaker until they became inaudible. On the scorched ground that was melted, not even a corpse of the werewolves was left behind. On the crystallized ground, only black outlines remained.

call--

Amosta waved his magic wand, and in the blink of an eye, Fierce Flame, which seemed to be burning up the world, disappeared like a dream. In the big sunken pit in front of him, a wave of wolf smoke shot straight into the dark sky.

All the employees of the Ministry of Magic took out their wands and aimed at Amosta, but Amosta ignored them and walked slowly towards the horsemen who were running fast.

"We are here for the people who were taken by Greyback, Mr. Blaine—"

After witnessing all this, the horsemen had to bow their heads proudly to the wizard they didn't like, Firenze bowed down humbly and said with his head down.

"Um--"

Amosta nodded slightly, and the centaurs lying beside Remus automatically floated towards their compatriots,

"I should thank you for your efforts to save the young wizards and staff at Hogwarts this evening."

Bane frowned roughly. He wanted to ask why Amosta Bryan knew all this, but Ronan snorted and stopped him from speaking, and the quick-minded Firenze immediately It occurred to me that tonight, a wizard used transfiguration to kidnap one of their compatriots, but he didn't hurt the centaur.

"We are the ones who need to be grateful, Mr. Blaine. If it weren't for you, our clansmen might not escape a tragic end."

Firenze saw that this powerful human wizard was not the same as Dumbledore, he said cautiously,

"The horse people will remember your kindness, and if we have the opportunity, we are willing to repay this kindness."

Not bad, pretty good.

"It's just a little effort." Amosta smiled slightly, "Don't take it to heart."

Firenze glanced at the Ministry of Magic and whispered,

"We don't want to deal with the wizard's Ministry of Magic, Mr. Blaine, then we will leave first, and you are welcome to visit the Forbidden Forest at any time—"

After getting Amosta's permission, Firenze, Ronan and Baine left immediately with their clansmen, and quickly disappeared into the dark Forbidden Forest.

On the high slope, almost all the villagers of Hogsmeade gathered. Among the bustling crowd, there were flashes of lights from time to time, which were the villagers holding cameras to record this scene.

With all eyes on, Fudge knew that the Ministry of Magic had to respond.

"Amosta, what on earth is this—"

"Excuse me--"

Amosta interrupted Fudge, he looked at Remus who was fainting on the ground with pity, and politely asked,

"Could someone please send this poor man to St. Mungo's first? He's badly injured. I'm afraid we won't be able to talk about the cause of the matter."

"Who is this man, a Hogsmeade villager?"

Ms. Bones, her monocle gleaming sharply in the moonlight, stared into Amosta's eyes questioningly.

"Remus Lupine, I think everyone must know him, he is currently serving as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he has been persecuted by werewolves, poor guy, I think he probably I can no longer work as a professor—”

Remus Lupine, the werewolf?

Dumbledore strongly recommended this werewolf to become a professor in the school in August last year. This is not a secret among the high-level Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was obviously unwilling to give this order, but when Amosta's gaze focused on him, a sudden palpitation forced him to react,

"Okay, okay, but, Amostar, you have to explain—"

Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his head to look at Rufus, and the Auror office was also unwilling to accept the assignment of a dark wizard who could use such a powerful Fiercefire Curse, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't see the Minister in full view. As a signal, he lowered his face and looked behind him.

There were obvious signs of transformation on Remus lying on the ground, and most of the Aurors were unwilling to touch this dangerous werewolf.

"Okay, then I'll run by myself—"

Amostar shrugged helplessly.

"let me--"

At this time, a young voice appeared in the crowd, and before Kingsley could stop it, Tonks had jumped over him and walked in front of Amostar.

"I'm sure you can handle this situation—"

Tonks looked at Amosta worriedly and asked in a low voice.

Amostar smiled.

"All right--"

Tonks muttered under his breath,

"After Greyback was killed, there are so many werewolves, only you, Amostar, now you are going to be famous, the poor fellow has suffered a lot--"

After a clear explosion, Tonks took Remus and disappeared into the wilderness.

"Now it's time to tell, Amostar—"

Fudge and Amostar kept what he thought was a safe distance, and said wheezingly,

"For Dumbledore's sake, can you... hand over your wand first?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Minister, I'm afraid I cannot accommodate your request--"

Amosta smiled and said,

"And I think we'd better not stand here dumb, there's a lot to talk about tonight, we'd better walk and talk--"

"Where are you going?"

Fudge immediately became wary.

"Hey, Hogwarts, of course—"

Amosta laughed. He waved at the officials of the Ministry of Magic and walked towards Gao Po first.

"Hurry up, everyone, Hogwarts currently has a heinous criminal waiting for your trial."

"If you mean Sirius Black--" Ms. Burns pushed back her glasses, and said immediately, "we have received a notification from the dementors."

"It's Pettigrew Peter."

Amostar's voice was carried briskly by the wind, causing all the officials to look at each other in blank dismay.

"You're crazy!"

Fudge yelled at Amostar's back, "He's been dead for twelve years, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I think we should arrest him immediately, Minister."

Amosta's contemptuous attitude made Umbridge's eyes turn cold, but there was a disgusting, nasty smile on her face, and she said softly in Fudge's ear,

"The Head of Student Security at Hogwarts seems to have some bad habits, oh, he obviously thinks he's as privileged as someone, Minister, I don't think we can condone—"

"I'm sorry, Ms Umbridge, but we can't do that."

Kingsley, who was standing by the scorched black cave where the wolf smoke was rising, took a breath, turned his head and said to Umbridge with a sullen face,

"I'm afraid, the only wizard with this ability is the 'someone' you just mentioned."