Hogwarts Homecoming

No one moved.

Everyone in the office, including every eye in the portrait, was fixed on Amosta.

People saw Amosta lying on the ground, his brown eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out on his forehead dripping with cold sweat, and his body was convulsing.

Judging from the current distortion of his handsome, angular face, he was suffering unimaginable pain.

And the source of pain——

A pair of light wings sprouted from Amosta's back.

This is really ridiculous.

How could a human with pure blood grow wings? Hermione thought in confusion.

But it did happen.

It was a pair of black and white light wings, just like the beautiful pair of wings owned by Professor Blaine's patron saint.

But there is a difference.

The pair of wings of Professor Brain's patron saint are the same size, but the pair now grows from Professor Brain's back.

The black light wing is nearly twice as big as the white one, and the outline of the black light wing is swaying like a violently burning torch and seems to be still growing.

The black light wings seemed to be radiating a strange wave that everyone could sense.

"Amosta."

No one had ever seen Dumbledore look so confused.

He squatted next to Amosta, holding his wand in his hand, but he had no way of starting, so he could only call softly.

call!

As if a pot of boiling oil was poured on top of the flames, the black wings burned even more fiercely, and the ominous light drove away the morning light of the enlightened land.

Professor Brain suddenly screamed.

Hermione stared blankly at the man struggling on the ground. She couldn't imagine how much pain it must have caused him to show such unbearable pain.

Her steps are controlled, moving forward step by step.

"Amosta?"

Vitia also stumbled towards Amosta.

She looked as confused as everyone else. She softly called Amosta's name, pushed aside the people in front of her, and walked towards Amosta.

"Get out of the way!"

But before they could get closer, Dumbledore, who was squatting next to Amosta, suddenly changed his expression. He shouted in surprise, stood up, grabbed Hermione and Vitia's wrists, and stepped back.

Harry found that his scar was no longer useful, so he broke away from Sirius and Mr. Weasley stood up and stared at Professor Blaine.

He saw many red stars suddenly flying out of Professor Brain's body.

Just like the stars that trapped Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic last night, only they shine brighter!

The light from these shining stars enveloped Professor Brain.

The expanding black light wings seemed to be suppressed, and the black flames that swayed like jagged edges at the edges of the light wings were no longer burning so fiercely.

Then, Harry heard Professor Blaine roar again.

There is a stone, no, it is a clay tablet that appears in the red halo.

The whole body exudes a sense of vicissitudes of life, the shape of the clay slab is simple, but it also gives people the illusion of being ingenious and unworked, as if it were made in nature.

It was suspended above Professor Brain, like falling snow, waving little bits of milky white starlight, just like the white wings.

It was very quiet in the principal's office. Even the alchemy tools no longer made a clanging sound. Invisibly, an indescribable force was suppressing all sounds.

Professor Brain's problem solved?

Harry opened his mouth silently.

It seems that with the help of the domain and the mysterious stone slab, the black light wing has been suppressed, and it is gradually shrinking.

And from the way Professor Blaine's heavy breathing gradually became less contorted, Harry was sure of this.

"Amosta."

Harry heard Professor Dumbledore standing on the edge of the red field calling softly again. Not only him, but also Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall. Everyone in the office was calling him, even Harry himself , and seemed to call out 'Professor Blaine'.

Buzz, buzz, buzz——

Harry wanted to swallow a breath, but the breath was still stuck in his throat.

There is a strange feeling in everyone's heart.

The world is both quiet and noisy.

Everything in the world started to vibrate.

Harry saw the picture frames behind Professor Dumbledore's desk beginning to sway and the characters inside panicked.

The Sorting Hat resting on a board behind the desk slipped to the floor.

On the bookshelf, every magic book neatly arranged was beating, the window glass rattled, and then bang!

The long box holding Gryffindor's sword fell down, smashing a scale-shaped alchemy tool placed in front of the bookshelf.

The golden branch on which Fox rested also fell. It flapped its wings and looked sad in its ruby ​​eyes.

The floor was vibrating, and the huge chandelier suspended in mid-air creaked and shook.

Snap!

There was another explosion that seemed a bit hazy as it sounded like it was coming from a dream.

The glass window in the principal's office was shattered, the window lattice fell off, and gray fog swayed in.

Woo--

His vision shook even more, and Harry seemed to hear Hogwarts whining beneath his feet.

A ball of flame.

No, it was a boulder as big as the entrance hall of Hogwarts that smashed into the air, dragging dazzling flames as it rolled through the air and crashed into a tower.

The error-free version is being read! 6=9+Book_Bar debuts this novel.

Harry heard Professor Flitwick's sharp cry mixed with tears. The world was too noisy, and Harry could not hear what he was shouting.

The fierce wind that poured in from the window forced everyone back, but Professor Dumbledore, with his silver hair flying, took a step forward against the wind. His old face was firm, like a martyr!

Dumbledore raised his wand high, his sharp eyes reflected the flames that hit the tower, and he was about to swing it down!

Woo!

The soul-stirring humming sound appeared again, this time it was sharp!

Another ball of fire appeared outside the window of the principal's office. Before it arrived, the surging wind blew away the confused people standing in front of the window.

Dumbledore's wand was swung down before that.

A boulder as big as Hagrid's cabin was broken up in front of the window. Hundreds and thousands of pieces of rubble smashed the cold rock exterior into pieces of walnuts.

A small part of the rubble rushed in through the window, and a stone rubbed Harry's head and split, and then the display shelf in the headmaster's office was broken into pieces.

Many people were screaming, and some were crying, especially Professor Flitwick.

Harry was no longer surprised that Professor Flitwick cried so sadly.

His sharp vision penetrated the apocalyptic rain of fire, and he saw that the huge rock just now rubbed against the Ravenclaw tower.

Harry was sure that in the collapsed tower, among the broken walls and ruins tumbling in the air, some four-poster beds were thrown into the air.

"Fawkes!"

Dumbledore obviously saw it too, and he roared.

However, Fawkes, who tried to disappear into the void, wailed and fell into the brazier, with a few wisps of rising gray mist on his gorgeous feathers.

What on earth happened?

Harry was thinking.

Boom!!!

The huge roar was like a dragon escaping from its trap, but it also shattered the hazy feeling that enveloped people.

All the sounds became clear, and Harry, who staggered to his feet, glanced at the white waves.

The boulder fell into the black lake, and the waves dozens of feet high rushed onto the shore, flooding the campus, and the steaming mist made the vision white.

Harry caught a glimpse of Professor Braine.

The black and white wings behind him disappeared at some point, and he stood up by himself.

Amosta panted slightly, and he walked towards the window step by step. The strong wind that poured into the hole ruffled his soft silver hair, and finally, he came to Dumbledore who was standing in front of the hole.

The two of them stood in front of the people.

Harry suddenly had an urge to cry, and he felt that this scene was very tragic.

The gray fog rolled in from the sky, cutting off the hopeful morning light and covering the sky.

The world was still trembling, and in the sky, the thick gray clouds were violently rolling, making way for the fog behind the clouds.

Huh!

The gale became several times more ferocious, and the white world was suddenly shrouded in shadows.

The island of Avalon collapsed in the void

arrived.