Hogwarts Homecoming
Chapter 1343 Seven Horcruxes and Burning Wings
Fawkes woke up from his deep slumber at some point. He raised his neck and chirped, and his pure ruby eyes reflected Dumbledore's slender face.
However, there is a bit of sadness in the gentle cry.
On the wall behind the desk, among a group of silent old principals, Phineas had a lively expression and turned his head to look around, as if he was trying to find a place for Dumbledore.
"How is Harry?"
The three of them clinked their glasses again, and Amosta let out a sigh of relief and asked,
"Do you think he's ready, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"I can't give you an accurate answer, Amosta—"
Speaking of Harry, Dumbledore's eyes showed a bit of kindness and a bit of sadness.
His eyes were wandering, staring out the window. At the end of the endless dark land, an almost imperceptible glimmer of light was about to shine.
"But I think-"
Dumbledore turned his head and said gently,
"After experiencing many trials and tribulations, he has not lost his precious courage. His heart is still pure, full of kindness and love. And this is the reason why he was able to get rid of Tom tonight -"
Amosta nodded, then lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
The subject was a bit too advanced for Horace.
His eyes flicked back and forth between Dumbledore and Amosta, his brows furrowed slightly, thinking about the deeper meaning.
"Anyway--"
The three of them consumed more than half of the bottle of sherry in silence. Amosta rubbed his brows to relieve the tense nerves, and then smiled,
"We should all celebrate last night's victory --
In the nearly one year since Voldemort was resurrected, he has never suffered a blow like last night. His elite forces have been completely wiped out. I believe that for a period of time, he may not be able to cause any more terrorist incidents, right, Horace? "
Amosta's gentle gaze fell on Horace, but it made him tremble.
"That's right--"
Horace bit his lip;
"I must admit that I was really surprised by this. I thought that such a cunning and evil wizard like him would never..."
"No one is invincible, Horace—"
Dumbledore silently refilled Horace's empty glass and watched him drink it with encouraging eyes.
"In particular, he is firmly in the opposite direction of justice. He will never be able to make everyone surrender. Those wizards with love and courage will do whatever it takes to overturn the fear he has created."
Only Horace drank from the full glass.
"Oh haha, it's the same thing again - you're always so talkative, Albus. But I'm not, I'm not."
Horace's cheeks were already flushed, and his eyes became misty after drinking this glass of wine, a bit drunk.
Although he was smiling, Horace's expression looked a little sad.
"Would you like another drink, Horace?"
Amosta sounded cheerful.
"Oh, thank you. I think I do need it. I need to numb myself.
Speaking of which, you really can."
Horace's wandering eyes kept looking at Amosta, but he hesitated to speak.
"You want to meet Lily with Sirius and the others, right?"
Dumbledore said,
"Do you remember that you always told us that Lily was your favorite student?"
"Oh no, Dumbledore!"
Horace's eyes widened in horror, and he kept shaking his head.
"No, I don't want to. I don't have the guts to see her."
"You don't have to blame yourself, Horace—"
Amosta went on to say,
"I think you must have been deceived -"
"Blinded."
Horace's head was already leaning on the soft cushions of the sofa. He looked at the white fish belly billowing in the sky dreamily, his eyes were moist,
"That's right. Being deceived, phew, this is the shame of my life. That night tortured me for the rest of my life."
Amosta and Dumbledore were both consciously tightening their rhythm.
"What we're doing is saving mistakes, Horace—"
Dumbledore sincerely requested,
"To prevent more people from getting hurt. Many people are working hard for it, so there is this victory that you have seen with your own eyes. Now, we are only one step away from the final victory——"
"Only one step away."
"That's right--"
Amosta nodded,
"Only one step away. Voldemort's last resort, you know what it is, Horace. As long as we eliminate those things, we can end everything."
A faint gray-green morning light shines on the window of the principal's office. After refraction, the Sorting Hat is placed on a table behind the desk.
The oldest thing in this office half-nodded his eyes, just as he had for thousands of years, quietly watching the wizards of Hogwarts use their wisdom, strength, courage and sincerity to solve crises that could destroy the wizarding world again and again.
The old principals stared wide-eyed and dared not breathe. Phineas even pulled out a lock of his beard!
"Seven."
Horace, who rested his head on the cushion, muttered something like he was dreaming.
Wow!
Amosta and Dumbledore stood up almost at the same time, their eyes as sharp as knives.
"I can see--"
Dumbledore gasped, his blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses overflowing with excitement.
"Your memory. Horace, you know what's at stake."
Amosta immediately picked up his empty wine glass. The glass twisted like slime on his body and turned into a glass bottle.
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"I swear to you. Dumbledore, Amosta--"
Horace, who pulled out his wand, slowly pulled out a strand of silver thread from his temple and threw it into the bottle in Amosta's hand.
"If I had known I."
Horace's moist eyes closed and he snored slightly.
"Quick, Amosta--"
Dumbledore was as agile as a young man. He hurried to his bookshelf and brought the Pensieve, his old face filled with an excited smile.
"Coming--"
Amosta's movements also reveal the joy of liberation after being suppressed!
Misty silver threads melted on the silver liquid, and the unknown past was finally unveiled!
breathe.
Amosta took a deep breath, and then together with Dumbledore, they immersed themselves in consciousness.
The sun drove away the darkness, and life on the earth was rapidly recovering. However, the blood moon sinking into the sky still stubbornly refused to go away.
In the school hospital, Hagrid, who was laying on the floor, suddenly let out a loud and rough snore, and Harry's brows suddenly moved while he was sleeping.
Wow!
The sound of breaking out of the water.
"Seven!"
Dumbledore gasped, but his eyes were glaring at Amosta, his voice was a little hoarse, and he looked unbelievably happy.
"Can you believe it, Amosta, there are really only seven of us that are so lucky!"
"That's true. It seems that Lady Luck is on our side, Dumbledore——"
There was also a look of sincere joy on Amosta's face.
This is really the best case scenario!
"We have destroyed five of Tom's notebook, Slytherin's locket, the Resurrection Stone among the Three Holy Vessels, Ravenclaw's diadem, and Hufflepuff's golden cup!"
Dumbledore's voice cheered,
"The only souls left in Nagini and Harry's bodies are what we can start to solve immediately!"
There were cheers of celebration in the office!
These past principals of Hogwarts also know everything. They know how many Horcruxes Dumbledore and Amostar have destroyed. They know that the guy who is called the most evil wizard in history is really only one step away from being finished. !
Amidst the excitement and joy, the smile on Amosta's face froze after a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
"Not seven."
Amosta said softly, and then, after Dumbledore's eyes flashed with confusion, the smile on his face stiffened.
"Voldemort doesn't know about Harry. So, yes."
Amosta's violet eyes were also filled with confusion. He only finished half of the words in his mouth before he stopped.
All senses except sight seemed to be stripped away, and the world became silent.
What's going on?
Amosta asked in his heart.
He could see Dumbledore's panicked face. He had never seen Dumbledore so panicked. The world tilted in his vision.
Did I fall?
Amosta, who had never experienced anything like this before, thought confusedly in his heart.
In the grid of the bookshelf, the Sword of Gryffindor on display shines brighter, and the wiped glass window that reflects the smallest details reflects Amosta's falling figure.
Amosta saw it.
A pair of black and white wings suddenly grew out of his back, and the black one was burning. (End of this chapter)
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