Hogwarts Homecoming

Voldemort's horrified roar finally made Harry look up.

He saw that his wand emitted a soft golden-red light, warm and colorful, as beautiful as the clouds that appeared in the sky when the sun set!

When Voldemort's figure disappeared from sight, Harry no longer "showed his power".

The light from his wand rolled back to the sky, and the light mist formed was as brilliant as a laser, but eventually it dissipated under the breeze!

Uh!

Harry blinked in confusion.

His magic just expelled Voldemort? !

Looking at Sirius, he opened his mouth like Remus and stared at Harry, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets in shock.

And Alastor, Tonks, Bill and others stared at Harry with a little respect!

Needless to say, the mysterious man is powerful and difficult.

Even though Amosta fought back with all his strength, he did not show a crushing trend.

And Harry's magic made Voldemort flee in a panic.

Bang--

Professor Blaine walked out of the void. His expression was not as exaggerated as Sirius and the others, but Harry could still read the complexity from his brown eyes.

"Professor Blaine, I--"

Harry moved his lips in confusion. He wanted to ask, but an irresistible dizziness suddenly emerged and swept his consciousness in an instant.

Bang--

Harry rolled his eyes and fell heavily on his face.

Needless to say, this scared the Order of the Phoenix and others. Alastor shouted at them to send Harry to St. Mungo's as soon as possible.

"What's wrong, Amosta, Harry--"

Amosta looked calm. He looked deeply at the fainted Harry and comforted him,

"Don't worry, he's just exhausted, nothing serious. Of course, it's best to send him to St. Mungo's for a checkup. You all need to go to St. Mungo's, Sirius, you also need to check your injuries--"

Sirius said nothing, nodded solemnly to Amosta, and disappeared with Remus, holding Harry's left and right hands.

"Potter, this kid, he just..."

Before leaving, Alastor asked hesitantly.

"To be honest, the reason is very complicated, Mad-Eye."

Although he didn't get an answer, Alastor was relieved. He nodded and smiled at Amosta, his eyes did not hide his admiration for the young man,

"Well done, Amosta."

"Ah, thank you--"

Amosta tilted the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

The Death Eaters and their army of dark wizards had long since disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic's strikers and the Order of the Phoenix had evacuated.

Only some "daring" reporters did not leave during the previous round of evacuation, but "lurked" on the periphery of the battlefield.

They ran wildly on the ridges that divided the square fields, running towards the place where Voldemort last appeared and the golden and red light that swept the sky.

But a hundred feet away, the reporters hesitated and dared not approach.

Only Amosta Braine was there.

At the edge of Diagon Alley and the vast rice fields, under the changing sky, Amosta Braine stared at the ruins of the war with a solemn expression.

The once prosperous Diagon Alley was dark, like a crater that had just experienced a volcanic eruption.

Gringotts, the landmark building of Diagon Alley, had completely disappeared from the ground, and the shops on both sides of the cobblestone road were also completely flattened.

There are still a few broken walls at Diagon Alley Station that are struggling to hold up.

In the Diagon Alley Industrial Zone further away, those workshops are far away from the center of the battlefield and have magical protection, so only some buildings collapsed in the aftermath of the war.

This is simply a perfect composition!

Mr. Amosta Blaine, who had just experienced a great battle and fought against the mysterious man, stood on the edge of the ruins and stared at the battlefield, as if worried about the future of the British wizarding world.

The reporters' cameras were about to smoke!

Bang!

A person appeared at the edge of Amosta, and the reporters were stunned for a few seconds, and then the shutter sound became more crazy.

"Are you upset about not being able to defeat Tom, Amosta?"

The silver-white beard and hair swayed in the wind in the wilderness. Looking at the outstanding young man in front of him, Dumbledore smiled briskly and seemed to be in a good mood.

"I know that he and I will be evenly matched, but the Dark Lord seems unable to accept this reality."

Amosta smiled, he and Dumbledore exchanged glances, and then both of them suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the center of the battlefield, the red magma on the ground has not cooled down yet, and the high temperature makes the air hazy and distorted.

At their feet, an exquisite double-handled golden cup was floating in a pool of magma. On the surface of the golden cup, there was a layer of black stains that looked like dried blood.

"This is the fourth one."

It is hard to say whether Dumbledore's words of emotion are more heavy or more relieved.

The crown, notebook, locket and golden cup

So far, there have been four Horcruxes destroyed in the hands of Amosta.

In addition to the snake of Harry and Voldemort, they both confirmed that it was a Horcrux.

The ring of the Gaunt family, which was hidden somewhere unknown, is also very likely to be a Horcrux.

That is seven.

Amosta and Dumbledore's eyes met in the air, and both of them understood what the other was thinking.

They had to find out how many Horcruxes Voldemort had created for himself as soon as possible.

Dumbledore's view was that Voldemort could not split his soul more than ten times, otherwise he would completely lose his mind.

That is to say, there might be at most two Horcruxes that they had no information about that needed to be found. Of course, if they were lucky, maybe the seven Horcruxes they knew about at present were all Voldemort had.

Harry's problem could only be solved last.

The ring could only be found by Dumbledore, who knew Voldemort best, as for the venomous snake named Nagini.

Amosta looked at the ashes floating in the air with a distant look.

In order to prevent a complete loss, he and Dumbledore could not do anything to Nagini again.

Voldemort would be lucky enough to think that the golden cup was destroyed by coincidence.

But if Nagini also died at the hands of Blaine or Dumbledore, even if it was the people of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry's men, Voldemort would immediately wake up.

He must find a 'safe and harmless' person who Voldemort would not suspect at all, and kill the snake at a suitable coincidence.

This requires proper planning. After Amostar temporarily remembered it in his mind, he put it aside.

Buzz--

With a flick of his finger, the floating golden cup floated into the air in the gradually cooling magma, and slowly rotated under the gaze of Amostar and Dumbledore.

"Ms. Helga Hufflepuff's last wish--"

Dumbledore's eyes were slightly respectful,

"Did you notice, Amostar, like Ms. Ravenclaw's crown, it was not destroyed by your powerful calendar fire--"

Amostar nodded slightly, his eyes fell on a real magic rune at the foot of the cup, which was completely different from the patterns left by the goblins when casting the golden cup.

The runes are the same style as the crown, the locket, and the sword of Gryffindor in Dumbledore's office!

Suddenly, Amostar's eyebrows jumped, his eyes were burning, and he turned to look at Dumbledore.

Amostar seemed to be particularly concerned about the runes left by the four founders of Hogwarts.

"If I'm not mistaken, Amostar, you are thinking--"

Dumbledore's eyebrows gathered.

"I almost forgot this. Inadvertently, we have the most famous treasures left by the four founders of Hogwarts, four real runes."

Even if he had just fought with Voldemort, Amostar's heart was not as throbbing as it is now,

"If they meet--"

"Fawkes!"

Dumbledore made a prompt decision, and the old voice spread in the hellish Diagon Alley,

"Please take Amostar and me back to Hogwarts."