Hogwarts Homecoming

"Of course not-"

Amosta smiled and gave a positive opinion on Severus's judgment.

Remus, caught between the two, fell into confusion again.

Since Amosta was concerned about whether Voldemort had mobilized all the Death Eaters to disrupt his wedding to Tonks and whether Harry would come to attend his wedding, then... oh!

The flashing thoughts shattered the fog in his mind, and Remus frowned.

This really doesn't make sense.

Voldemort felt that by marrying Tonks, he had tarnished the sanctity of pure blood, which did not seem out of the ordinary to him.

However, use all the Death Eaters.

Is this a bit overkill?

Of course, it wouldn't be surprising if it was to take Harry away.

But the problem lies precisely here.

His friendship with Amosta is no secret, and it is certain that Amosta will attend the wedding as a guest.

With him here, even if all the Death Eaters were mobilized, it would be impossible to take away Harry.

Unless, he plans to do it himself?

But after the Battle of Diagon Alley, Voldemort should know that even if he came in his true form, it would be impossible to succeed in the presence of Amosta amid heavy magical protection.

Not too stupid.

Severus glanced at Remus indifferently, then looked at Amosta.

"What do you think the Dark Lord is going to do?"

"I'm not sure, but--"

Amostas smiled at Remus again,

"No matter what he plans to do, I don't think he should change your wedding plans. Remus and Voldemort are most happy to see people restless because of fear."

If Voldemort just wants to kill him, there's nothing to be afraid of, but -

Knowing that Voldemort might take action against Tonks, he still went ahead with the wedding even though she was pregnant.

Remus gritted his teeth, his expression becoming more hesitant.

"Use the Loyalty Charm to protect the house first——"

Surprisingly, Severus suddenly gave a suggestion.

"As long as you don't choose the wrong secret keeper again, at least there won't be any problems before the wedding."

Remus smiled bitterly.

To be honest, the situation he faced now was somewhat similar to what James and Lily faced back then.

Amosta also nodded.

Most likely. No, almost certainly.

Some of Tonks' relatives may already be under the control of Voldemort and his minions.

Then, on the wedding day, the inspection of those guests is an issue that needs to be focused on.

"Okay, you're right, Amosta—"

After a while, Remus took a breath and said,

"I should behave more responsibly. I really shouldn't change my plans just because Voldemort is thinking about my wedding. Tonks will be disappointed in me because of this, but -"

Remus shrugged, his tone slightly regretful,

"Given the current situation, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to invite Harry and his friends to my wedding with Tonks. I hope they won't be too angry--"

"At least they shouldn't miss the birth of your child."

Amosta's smiling words made Severus' expression brighten.

"Is that all you have to say, Severus?"

Skipping the topic, Amosta asked with an answer.

After putting his turbulent thoughts under control, Severus put his hand into his pocket and fumbled around a few times. When he took it out again, he found an irregular piece of wood about the size of a baby's palm.

Amosta, who was leaning on the chair with a comfortable posture and was not too moved even when he heard that Voldemort was planning to attack Remus and Tonks, saw the wood chips, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Do you recognize who this thing comes from?"

Severus asked softly.

"What's going on?"

Amosta did not take the wood piece immediately, but asked softly.

Severus then began his story in a straight tone.

From this gathering of Death Eaters to his attack on Vitia Cliona.

"--I guess she might want to use me to convey some information to you. I can't contact her alone. In that case, the only thing I can do is to attack her--"

Severus said,

"When I left, all the wood fragments on my body disappeared, leaving only this -"

Vitia Cliona.

Mentioning this powerful black witch, Remus' eyes could not help but become serious.

"If you don't leave, you will die——"

Remus frowned.

"She and Voldemort were discussing something. She-"

Remus originally planned to ask why Vitia Cliona took the risk to deliver the message to Amosta.

Is it true? Like Severus, she has changed her ways, but seeing Amosta's stern expression, he shut his mouth in time.

"She said. It just chose Voldemort, not surrendered to Voldemort, right?"

Amosta asked thoughtfully, and after seeing Severus nodding in affirmation, Amosta looked slightly relaxed.

"The gray mist that enveloped that place has been discussed privately by many people. The Death Eaters all believe that it is the magic used by the Dark Lord to protect that place. It is not surprising that it has some evil characteristics -"

Severus asked with a straight face,

"But Dumbledore didn't think it was that simple and he told me you might know the answer.

What is it, the new power that the Dark Lord of Amosta is trying to master? "

So far, Voldemort still cannot get the allegiance of the double snake staff, which is undoubtedly excellent news.

But the confusion that followed was that since the double snake staff was unwilling to be used by Voldemort, why was this magical staff with thoughts willing to be controlled by Voldemort?

Those gray fog

Amosta knew about this situation early on. It was probably the death power in the double snake staff that was eating away at the instinct of life.

If this situation continues and remains out of control.

Maybe this staff will cause greater damage to the world than Voldemort.

But how to stop it?

The death controlled by the double snake staff is a higher-dimensional power. Let alone him, even Merlin more than ten centuries ago could only place it on the isolated island of Avalon, while using the Broken Steel Saint Suppress it with the power of the sword, preventing it from rioting and leaving a lot of lives for it to devour.

Under the gaze of Severus and Remus, Amosta slowly took the piece of wood.

As expected, the wood splinter did not burst into light after it came into contact with Amosta. It was like an ordinary piece of wood splinter, lying quietly in his palm.

In this wood chip

Amosta squinted his eyes, his deep gaze penetrated the illusion and looked directly at the source.

Wow--

After a long time, Amosta suddenly stood up from his sitting position, startling Fox who was squatting on his knees.

"I'm afraid my next itinerary plan will change again——"

Amosta looked at Remus who stood up, holding the wood pieces tightly, and said solemnly,

"I'm going to visit a place now, Remus. I'm afraid I need to ask you for something -"

"Do you understand the hint of this piece of wood?"

Remus asked curiously.

"Maybe-"

Amosta waved to the table, and a palm-sized wine bottle next to the candlestick flew over and landed in his palm.

Throwing the wine bottle to Remus, Amosta spoke quickly,

"I want you to go to Paris as soon as possible and give this to Vice President Hope of the International Confederation of Wizards. He knows what this is-" (End of Chapter)