Hogwarts Homecoming

The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the mountains. The newly born moon was still unable to bear the heavy responsibility of lighting up the night sky, and the sky showed an unknown gray-blue color.

The blush on Horace's cheeks caused by alcohol faded little by little until he turned pale.

His body was squeezed into the soft back of the sofa, his head tilted, but Hunyuan's eyes glanced at the black stone on the table from time to time.

Judging from the fearful look on Horace's face, he obviously recognized what it was.

Dumbledore also looked slightly shocked.

He didn't expect that Amosta would place the Resurrection Stone directly in front of Horace.

But after hesitating for a moment, Dumbledore decided to remain silent and wait for the situation to develop.

"Principal Dumbledore and I found it from Voldemort's old house. Now, this stone is no longer a Horcrux-"

Amosta tasted the sherry elegantly, with an understatement as if he was discussing whether the afternoon tea meal was delicious.

"His old house?"

Horace's face turned from side to side, he looked at Amosta, and Amosta could easily detect the surprise mixed with Horace's confused expression.

"Yes, Voldemort's mother came from the Gaunt family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. His maternal grandfather was Marvolo Gaunt. Maybe you have heard, Horace, that Gaunt's bloodline comes from the great Salazar Slytherin--"

Horace's body suddenly trembled, his lips moved and he murmured,

"Slytherin. No wonder. No wonder--"

About ten minutes passed before Horace gradually recovered. He was still shrinking and trying to keep himself away from the black stone on the table, as if it contained a terrible curse!

"It's not easy. How did you think he would hide this thing there-"

Horace looked warily at Dumbledore and Amostar.

"Oh, you know, Principal Dumbledore is probably the wizard who knows Voldemort best. He almost knows everything about his past -"

Amosta smiled modestly,

"And I was lucky enough to find out one thing after another--"

One after another? !

Horace was a little confused. Is this some kind of clumsy treasure hiding game? Wait!

Amosta also said just now that this stone was the latest one he and Dumbledore destroyed. That means.

"How old are you?"

Unconsciously, Horace's breathing became heavy, and he looked at Amosta longingly, as if he was longing for salvation!

If this is the last one, then this is the end of the big mistake he made unintentionally!

"Oh, what an interesting question-"

Amosta laughed and looked at the messy Horace with great interest.

"According to normal logic, shouldn't you answer our confusion first, dear Horace?"

Success. Almost success!

Judging from the flashing eyes of Horace, Dumbledore could feel the wavering in his old colleague's heart at this moment. This was unprecedented in many previous negotiations!

"I"

Horace muttered a few words, then fell silent again.

"That bottle of wine is amazing, Amosta. Horace is a Potions Master, but he didn't notice anything wrong, and you just smelled it-"

Dumbledore admired sincerely, seemingly unaware that the bottle of poisoned wine was specially prepared for him.

"It's just a matter of specialization in the art, it's nothing."

Amosta replied.

With just one exchange of words, the two of them ended the topic.

The two of them knew who might have sent the wine and who gave him the instructions.

"Do you think Horace can figure it out, Amosta?"

The two of them walked aimlessly through the intricate corridors of Hogwarts Castle.

The torches hanging on the ancient stone walls on both sides sensed someone's presence and automatically lit up.

The flames quickly burned away the candles clinging to the torches, and the spiders who suffered the disaster fled in a hurry on the spider webs, looking for a new dark place to live.

"The answer has been determined from the moment Horace returned to Hogwarts. Sooner or later, he just needs a little time-"

Amosta said calmly. He glanced at the sadness illuminated by the firelight on Dumbledore's slender face, and thought for a moment.

"I didn't expect that you would come to Horace to discuss this issue again so soon, Principal Dumbledore. It takes an opportunity for him to tell that important answer--"

Amosta's words bordered on accusation.

"I have a feeling, Amosta—"

Dumbledore stopped and stared sideways at the mountains and black water in the darkness, where only the vague outlines could be captured, and sighed melancholy.

"I'm afraid we don't have much time--"

A figure walked lightly across the boundary between the Forbidden Forest and the lawn. After stopping for a moment, he walked steadily towards the magical tree standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest some distance away.

Amosta's eyes followed him, thoughtfully.

His strange silence made Dumbledore break away from his thoughts trapped by worries. He looked at Amosta, and he also looked at the whomping willow.

Think for a moment,

"Severus told you everything that happened at Malfoy Manor, didn't he?"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"What you want to ask about is Gray Mist?"

"I suppose that's a tricky power that Tom hasn't mastered yet?"

"That's 'death'--"

Amosta's soft words made Dumbledore look shocked.

"Death. I thought that what Tom had been trying to get rid of was death--"

"I can only share this with you at the right time. Principal Dumbledore, you said that time is the most wonderful and dangerous force. When we fool it, it is best to be extremely cautious--"

Amosta said,

"Excuse me, Principal Dumbledore. I have to talk to Frommid for the life and death of Hogwarts--"

After that, Amosta turned and left, and soon disappeared at the corner of the corridor. Only Dumbledore, with his silver beard fluttering, was left standing in this lost corridor in a daze.

For the life and death of Hogwarts.

For a long time, Dumbledore's old face became solemn.

Did Amosta notice something? And!

Time is the most dangerous and wonderful force. When we fool it, it is best to be extremely cautious.

This is absolutely true, but.

When did he say this to Amosta?

"Good evening, Fromide, I hope I didn't disturb you."

When Fromide woke up from his meditation, the bright candlelight in the auditorium on the first floor of the castle that was shining outside the entrance hall had gone out.

The thick green grass under his feet condensed into a cold water level, and the dim moon climbed to a higher position, spreading its light to the earth.

"Professor Brian!"

Fromide put down the hand that was attached to the trunk of the Whomping Willow. He turned around and looked at the young professor smiling under the moon, showing a surprised smile,

"When did you come back?"

"Ah, before dusk--"

Amosta said, he looked at the Whomping Willow, which was a bit old.

This tree is a place where strangers are not allowed to approach. No matter who approaches it, it will immediately go crazy and lash a few whips mercilessly.

However, it treats Fromide differently.

Not only does it allow Fromide to approach it, it also allows it to touch its trunk.

"Are you chatting with it?"

The Whomping Willow bent its sturdy waist, dropped a green willow branch as a tentacle, and gently touched Fromide's cheek.

"Ah, that's right--"

Fromide patted the trunk of the Whomping Willow as if patting a friend's shoulder, and answered happily,

"During this period, it has shared a lot of past stories with me. It said that Headmaster Dumbledore planted it here, about 20 years ago, to serve as a shelter for a wolf when it transformed.

But during that period, some other animals would always get into its stomach.

Oh. It also told me that it always loses its temper because it has a scar on its body. That thing always makes it very uncomfortable, so if someone is willing to scratch it, it will calm down!"

Amosta

Is it so smart? ? ?