Hogwarts Homecoming

When they saw the wooden figure as tall as a mountain being cut into pieces by Amosta, the mysterious and powerful witch fell to the earth. The wizards hiding in the forest far away, including Sirius and Harry, , and they all breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, they all trusted Amosta very much, but the sense of oppression given to them by the witch was so strong that Sirius, who had seen Amosta's unreserved strength, had also been On tenterhooks.

"it's over--"

Sirius wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

When the bright sun dissipated, the scorching air in the forest quickly cooled down, and the breeze came slowly. Sirius suddenly felt a chill in his vest, and when he suddenly came to his senses, he realized that his clothes were soaked, and Weasley beside him The gentleman, and the little wizards all looked sweaty and embarrassed.

The Quidditch World Cup final was originally a feast for the wizarding world. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this?

But when everything fell to the ground, everyone looked disappointed. Having witnessed such an earth-shattering showdown, everyone's worldview was severely subverted.

Harry licked his lips that were dry due to dehydration a few times, and was about to say something, but a shrill scream came out of his throat!

"ah!"

Harry suddenly fell to his knees and covered his forehead with his hands. He felt better as a red-hot iron wire was sticking to his scar. The pain in his soul made him want to die immediately. .

"Oh, this kid is Harry Potter, what's wrong with him?"

The incident happened suddenly, and Sirius and the others, whose heads were already overwhelmed by this shocking duel, were stunned for several seconds and were unable to react. Instead, Ephias Dorje, who was nearby, came to his senses first and asked with concern. road.

"What's wrong with you, Harry!"

Sirius, who woke up, immediately jumped on Harry. He lifted Harry from the ground and held him in his arms. Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley family all surrounded Harry. They couldn't help but look at Harry who was in pain, and they were all panic-stricken.

"Scar!" Harry, who was about to faint from the pain, squeezed out one word from his throat.

"Your scar hurts again, Harry?" Ron looked at a loss. He held Harry's wrist tightly and looked at Hermione helplessly. However, at this moment, what could Hermione say? The answer?

"Go find Amosta, Sirius, maybe he can help Harry!"

Realizing that Sirius was overwhelmed with worry and distress, Mr. Weasley reminded him anxiously.

Without saying a word, Sirius picked up Harry and was about to rush towards the ruins again. However, the space above the arena that was suddenly rendered black made Sirius flinch!

"I warned you, it would be unwise to take action in the World Cup!"

An extremely cold voice came from the irregular mass of black ink that infected the void, and then, the black wave rolled back and hit Vitia Cliona, who was floating towards Amosta.

Amosta's face was gloomy, but his eyes showed little surprise. In other words, he had expected the scene when he noticed the magic power of the priestess appearing in the Quidditch field tonight.

Amosta already knew that the Druid priestess was mixed up with the most notorious dark wizard in the history of the British wizarding world. Cliona wanted to kidnap Harry. The purpose of this act must come from Voldemort, and even... He speculated that Voldemort planned this action, and that Lucius Malfoy hired wizards from the underworld to cooperate with this action.

But what Voldemort said just now made Amosta know that his guess was wrong. Although Cliona took a huge risk to attack Harry in the World Cup, this behavior did not seem to come from Voldemort's instruction. It's her own decision.

While his mind was spinning, Amosta sighed leisurely.

Ever since he entered the wizarding world, he had expected to one day face the Dark Lord who had caused heavy harm to the British wizarding world and made thousands of families mourn. However, he had never expected that he would meet in such a hasty situation. !

A few rays of strange light flashed in Amosta's brown pupils. Although he finally met him, he didn't want to pay any attention to it at this time, because it didn't make any sense.

The wand held by Amosta trembled, and as the tip of the wand traced a trajectory in the misty air, a powerful attraction suddenly broke out, and Vitia Cliona's body, which was about to be enveloped by the black waves, suddenly Accelerate, and break away at the moment the wave closes.

The rolling sound of the billowing black waves was like a violent roar, and a pair of scarlet eyes loomed. The next second, a green light filled with a surging aura of death broke through the waves and headed straight for Amosta's face.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The extremely deep evil thoughts and powerful magic power gave the cursed light unimaginable power. The green light streaked through the space, and the air was ionized to create a colorful halo. In a daze, Amosta seemed to see a wave of white bones rushing towards him. Come.

snort!

A thunderous and majestic snort resounded through the night sky, Amosta's wand pierced, and a huge platinum metal shield suddenly appeared in the air.

Boom!

The moment the cursed light of the Death Curse collided with the shield, each of the wizards watching the battle in the forest turned pale. In their spiritual world, a dull roar suddenly sounded. This roar was not explosive. However, it disrupted the operation of magic in their bodies. Many old and frail wizards even rolled their eyes and fainted.

The shield and the cursed light both melted!

The tyrannical air wave swept across all directions with the force of plowing the courtyard and sweeping holes, and even the roaring black waves were blown away!

Amosta only took one step back. After his body stabilized, he suddenly extended his left hand towards Vitia Cliona.

call out!

The magic wand passed down by the Druid religion for generations turned into an afterimage and came out first. Vitiya, who had lost the ability to resist but was still conscious, followed closely behind. She looked at Amos who was quickly zooming in in her field of vision. With Ta Brain's stern face, it was hard to tell whether her expression at the moment was despair or relief.

"Amosta Blaine!"

If this silly woman is really captured here, all future plans will be in vain. If you want to encounter such a good opportunity again, you don't know how many years you have to wait. Moreover, this woman also knows his important secrets. !

At this crucial moment, Voldemort finally blocked everything, and the black waves in the sky dispersed. What appeared in front of Amosta was a house elf-sized man with an ugly, twisted face covered with disgusting... Scar guy.

Voldemort, who was like a freak, glared at Amosta Braine with an indifferent expression with great hatred. Then, he quickly rushed towards Amosta Braine, as if he wanted to die together. This determination made Amosta Braine also Frowning secretly, he withdrew his wand and suddenly raised it high. In the blink of an eye, he used the wand as the hilt to extend a hundred-foot-long golden flame giant sword. The next second, the giant sword slashed down!

Boom! ! !

Tonight, the loudest roar appeared, and the explosive air waves generated by the exploding dark magic rushed high into the sky, even blowing away the dense clouds under the night!

call--

Amosta, who suddenly sensed something, withdrew the giant metal shield that was summoned again, suddenly waved his wand, and the smoke in the sky dispersed instantly. Vitia Cliona's figure was disappearing into a twisted whirlpool, and Voldemort's deformed torso had also been dissolved. Only a shapeless shadow, more illusory than a ghost, stood in front of the whirlpool.

"Amosta Blaine, I remember your name. We will meet again—"

Like the roar of hell, when the whirlpool was smoothed out, the shadow stared deeply at Amosta before sinking into the boundless night at a speed that surpassed everything else.

Amosta slowly lowered his wand. He glanced at the strange-shaped cane in his left hand. After a while, a breath of turbid breath came out of his mouth.

"indeed--"

Staring at the night that had finally calmed down, Amosta whispered

"We'll see you soon, Mr. Riddle—"