Hogwarts Homecoming

Bellatrix escaped from Professor Blaine?

Harry felt that all his shock was spent on this matter tonight!

"I'll go after her!"

Frank ignored Alice's obstruction and hurriedly pulled out his wand and rushed out. He could accept the escape of any Death Eater, but Bellatrix could not accept this result!

"It's too late, Frank--"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta calmly and said in a low voice,

"Since Hagrid said she disapparated, by now, I'm afraid she has returned to her master-"

Bang!

Frank, who ran to the door, stopped and kicked the shaky door hard. Then, the glass sliding door fell to the ground in disgrace and shattered into pieces.

"But something's wrong, Hagrid!"

Hermione bit her lower lip with confusion on her face.

"You said Bellatrix escaped from the Shrieking Shack, so how did she know about the secret passage?"

"Maybe Peter—"

Regarding his cousin who was like an unkillable cockroach escaping once again, Sirius's face became extremely gloomy.

"Perhaps Peter mentioned it to his master before, and then Voldemort told Bellatrix."

There is no more reasonable explanation than this.

As for why Bellatrix was able to break through Amosta's blockade, we can only think that Voldemort may have taught her some powerful magic.

The Longbottoms were all bitter about Bellatrix's escape, but they couldn't blame Amosta.

After all, to a certain extent, the Death Eaters captured tonight were all due to his planning.

Sirius and Severus cared more about Amosta's promise than Bellatrix.

"Can you really...make me--"

Sirius's hope of verification was no less than that of Severus. He looked at Amosta blankly, and his trembling voice showed his desire and fear. He was afraid that this was just Amosta trying to protect Snotlout and calm down the dispute between them. A lie told out of grudge,

"I mean it's the real James and Lily, not the flashback spell. But how is that possible? They are already dead -"

"This is not a matter suitable for public explanation, Sirius—"

Amosta said,

"But I won't tease you with lies--"

"Can anyone tell me what happened when I was watching the cubs in the Shrieking Shack?"

Hagrid said angrily that he felt that everyone knew about it and only he was excluded.

"If you want to hear the story you can wait until tomorrow morning, Hagrid!"

Madam Pomfrey seemed to have reached her emotional limit. She almost screamed and shouted,

"Anyone who wants to stay here overnight must go to bed or leave the campus hospital to find their own way!"

Even Dumbledore and Amosta could no longer tease Madam Pomfrey's nerves.

"Come on, Horace, it's time for us to talk, let's go to my. Oh, let's go to the principal's office--"

Professor Slughorn, who was watching everything more tonight, trembled in his fat body. He tugged at his walrus-like silver whiskers, fear flashed in his bulging eyes.

But under the curious gaze of everyone, Professor Slughorn took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision in his heart.

"Come on, Horace--"

Dumbledore obviously wanted to intervene in this conversation, and he smiled gently at his old friend.

Horace glanced sideways at Dumbledore, muttered something incomprehensible, and then walked out of the school hospital silently.

"Given the unique circumstances of tonight, Minerva—"

Before leaving, Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall,

"We might as well give all students a day off tomorrow. Professors also need a break--"

"Don't worry about it, Albus-"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and grimaced,

"Tomorrow is Saturday!"

A few chuckles finally diluted the tension created between Severus and Sirius and Bellatrix's escape.

In the deepest dark hour before dawn, even the vicissitudes of the rock walls in the corridor, shrouded in the light of torches, were covered with white frost.

The three of them remained silent all the way back to the small tower where the principal's office was located.

Fox slept soundly while lying on the golden branches. The frequent movements tonight were also a big burden for him.

The huge office was not peaceful.

In addition to the symphony of tinkling sounds from the many wonderful alchemy tools Dumbledore had collected in this office, a row of portraits on the wall behind the desk were also discussing what happened tonight.

However, when the three people entered the office one after another, they all shut up and looked eagerly at the three people who sat down on the sofa one after another.

"Want something to drink, Horace?"

Dumbledore spoke calmly.

Ever since he saw the notebook left by Tom, the question he had been thinking about was finally going to be answered, but Dumbledore still suppressed his excitement in his heart to avoid irritating this sensitive old friend and adding to the twists and turns. .

"Then...let's have some -"

After hesitating for a moment, Horace nodded.

"I do need a little alcohol to numb myself-"

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"What about you, Amosta?"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta again.

Amosta was looking at the sword of Gryffindor that Dumbledore had placed on the bookshelf. The sword, which had been recast once, was emitting a milky halo under the candlelight.

"Shirley's Bar, I also need to take a breath--"

Amosta said with a heavy breath.

Although he knew what Amosta and Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about, and he had made a decision, Horace still felt afraid of the matter that was about to be mentioned.

He lowered his head, held the wine glass with both hands, and shrank his belly to reduce his presence.

No one spoke first.

Amosta and Dumbledore did the same. One of them continued to look at the sword of Gryffindor, and the other raised his withered left hand and stared at it under the candlelight, with a strange smile on his lips.

"What a pity, Albus--"

After a while, it was Horace who couldn't hold it anymore. He pouted his lips and squinted at Dumbledore's withered hand.

From his words, it is obvious that there is no hope of healing this kind of magical damage.

"Oh, I don't think there is anything to regret, but Amosta——"

Dumbledore said humorously,

"Maybe it's time to consider how you plan to decorate this office after you move into it——"

"I don't mind handling school affairs in my original office, Principal Dumbledore——"

Amosta smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of wine to hide the sadness that inevitably emerged in his heart.

Horace didn't see it so clearly, but Amosta knew that Dumbledore really didn't have much time left.

Death can annihilate life.

For a wizard of Dumbledore's age, his health and vigorous energy are just illusions supported by magic, and his own vitality is heading towards the end of the world.

Although the two have different views on how the magic world should develop, including how to deal with Voldemort's problem, they also have their own views.

But Amosta must admit it.

Dumbledore did what he promised, and after deciding to return to Hogwarts, he gave himself enough respect.

Although Dumbledore did not agree with many of his actions, he acquiesced as long as he was sure that Amosta was working for a better future for the wizarding world.

But time is cruel.

Albus Dumbledore, who lived up to the name of the greatest wizard, will eventually have his curtain call.