Hogwarts Homecoming

The irregular black round scar attached to Amosita's palm like a maggot, and the scar was emitting wisps of smelly white smoke!

Amosita's palm was shaking, and he could feel that this difficult scar was absorbing his vitality, and it was expanding all the time!

After the house was restored to its full appearance, the alchemist ring was still lying quietly in the drawer.

And the open drawer was like the bloody mouth of a hideous monster, emitting a terrifying laugh.

Amosita's magic tried its best to curb the expansion of the scar, and the curse light released by Dumbledore's wand tip moistened Amosita's hand that was showing signs of withering.

Sizzle——

The scorching magic and the cold curse competed with each other, making a sound like drops of water falling on a red-hot iron plate!

Amosita's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his temples were wet with sweat. The pain brought by the three powerful forces poured into his body was no less than being hit by a heart-piercing curse!

The crown of the tree covering the dilapidated old house swayed in the night wind, casting bizarre shadows on the walls and the ground.

Dumbledore's face was pale, and his tall, thin body trembled constantly. Fear and regret made his blue eyes dim.

No!

Only half a minute had passed, and Amostar, who was cursed, had realized that if he continued like this, even if he could survive, his left arm would definitely not be saved.

"Stand back--"

Amostar, sweating profusely, stared at the black scar on his palm that was like a pool of water dripping into a pool of clear water, and squeezed out a sound from his teeth.

"Amostar, I."

Dumbledore's lips moved, and his old face was filled with a bewilderment that Amostar had never seen before, like a Muggle-born child seeing the magnificent magical world for the first time!

"Get out of the way--"

Amostar's cheeks were dripping with sweat, and he panted,

"There is a way. It's worth a try, but I'm still unfamiliar with your presence. It will interfere."

Dumbledore's face flashed with struggle. He seemed to want to say something, but he only uttered a few weak and hoarse gasps.

The holy white light on the tip of his palm quickly faded, and after a bang, Dumbledore disappeared from the house and appeared outside.

The interference has gone, Amosta frowned, and the purple-colored brown eyes burst into a brilliant light!

In an instant, a slightly red light rolled back from Amosta's thin body to the world, and in this light, there were dozens of star-like golden light spots!

The red world stopped spreading after covering the entire house, and then, the golden light spots embedded in the void began to flicker at an inexplicable frequency!

Dumbledore outside the old house stared at the red halo covering Amosita, and his bloodless old face showed a subtle change.

Amosita was still standing in front of him, but in his senses, the young man affected by his stupid behavior seemed to be in another world. Moreover, he could not feel the existence of magic in the light.

The magic flowing in the natural environment was also rejected by the red light!

Dozens of golden stars flickered continuously, and with Dumbledore's eyesight, he could find that the frequency of these stars flickering was not consistent, but they echoed each other and constructed a wonderful

Dumbledore's silver-white beard and hair danced in the night wind, and a word naturally jumped into his mind.

Field!

A wonderful field!

With just a few glances, Dumbledore's strong magical knowledge and eyesight had already seen through the basics.

The white smoke rising from Amosta's palm dissipated, replaced by a wisp of ominous black mist. It was not only his palm that had such a change, but also -

The ring lying in the drawer was also emitting black smoke. And it was even thicker!

The rising black mist gathered in the air into a distorted, terrifying human face. It seemed to be in great pain all the time. The outline of the human face twisted violently and evaporated. The sound of the air vibrating at a very high frequency replaced the sharp howling!

But in the end, the hideous human face still dissipated, including the scar on Amosta's palm.

The golden stars flashing in the void disappeared one by one, and finally, darkness dominated the earth again.

A few jackdaws flapped their wings and took off, disturbing the tranquility of the night.

Amosta's shoulders shrugged, he stood up, and stood firm after shaking his body a few times.

Solved.

Looking at his left hand that had recovered as before, Amosta's throbbing heart gradually calmed down.

Fortunately, he used magic to buffer it. If he was directly exposed to this overbearing curse, the violent impact might deprive him of consciousness for a short time. It might be too late to deal with it after he woke up.

Across the half-collapsed door, Amosta and Dumbledore looked at each other, both of them pale.

Dumbledore's lips trembled, not knowing how to explain.

Staring at Dumbledore's guilty eyes, Amosta felt more sympathy than anger.

His eyes flashed a few times, and Amosta looked at the elder wand in Dumbledore's hand,

"That's the old wand, right?"

After a short silence, Dumbledore nodded, and then he took two steps forward, walked to the small open space not occupied by nettles, slowly sat on a stone on the bare ground, and covered his face with both hands.

In the desolate forest, under the dim moon, sitting on the stone helplessly like a child who has lost his way.

Amosta's lips moved, speechless.

He turned his head, walked slowly to the drawer, and examined the ring in the drawer.

The magic that protected it had been stripped away by him, and the soul fragment hidden in the ring was also destroyed. Now, the ring is safe.

Amosta reached out and pinched the cold ring setting of the ring, looking at the irregular black stone in the weak light.

One of the three Deathly Hallows, the Resurrection Stone that is said to be able to resurrect the dead!

Even Amosta's eyes were confused for a moment, but then they became clear.

Amosta pinched the ring setting and slowly turned the ring, carefully looking at the black stone inlaid on it.

Like a black hole, Amosta could not see through its secrets, nor could he find any magic patterns that should be on alchemical items, as if this was just a stone that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

From another world.

Ravenclaw's cold voice sounded in Amosta's mind.

After a long time, Amosita lowered his arm, turned around and walked out the door. He stepped over the threshold and stood in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was still sitting on the cold stone, covering his face with his hands.

"The ring is safe now--"

Amosita whispered.

His palm slowly fell, and Dumbledore's tear-stained and weathered face came into Amosita's eyes.

"Almost a century has passed, and compared to that time, I have not made any progress at all"

Dumbledore blew his nose heavily and said sadly. (End of this chapter)