Hogwarts Homecoming

Looking at the three Gryffindor students who were speechless, Amosta's eyes became increasingly gloomy, but he still asked in that playful tone,

"I'm going to ask you three, why did Dumbledore send you here, to kill me?"

"This is a misunderstanding, Professor!"

Hermione took a few breaths and said,

"It is true that Professor Dumbledore sent us back to find you. But it is not to kill you. In fact, our future has encountered a crisis that will destroy the wizarding world. Professor Dumbledore sent us to seek your help." ,professor!"

"Shut up, pretty lady!"

To Harry and Ron's surprise, when Hermione shouted that they had come back from the future, Professor Blaine not only showed no trace of surprise on his face, but instead scolded her harshly,

"Of course I know you are back from the future. I remember the faces of every student at Hogwarts. You are not students at Hogwarts now at all. I saw the time turner!"

Seeing that the three of them were shocked, Amosta softened his tone slightly and fiddled with the wand a few times between his fingers.

"Don't try to interfere with my judgment, understand. You just need to answer every question of mine truthfully. If I notice that you are lying -"

Amosta's voice was low;

"I'll open your brains and check your memories myself. My memory magic is not very good. You three, don't blame me if you become an idiot——"

Harry had to admit, he was a little frightened.

Snape told them that there was a big difference between Professor Blaine at this time and the one they knew, but was the difference too obvious? !

The three people nodded in unison.

"very good--"

Amosta nodded with satisfaction,

"First of all"

His eyes fell on Harry's scar,

"Are you the real Harry Potter who was sent to be adopted by Muggle relatives by Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded.

"You are Ron Weasley"

Amosta walked up to Ron again and stared into his eyes.

Ron nodded desperately,

"Yes, I am the sixth boy in our family, the younger brother of Bill, Charlie and Percy. I am not in school yet and I have a sister named Ginny!"

"Thanks--"

Amosta nodded to Ron gentlemanly,

"I'll check with Bill Weasley."

"Then -"

Amosta walked up to Hermione and looked at her deeply,

"You call me professor?"

"You are from Hogwarts"

Hermione hesitated before continuing,

"Professor of Hogwarts, you taught us."

"Why do you hesitate, dear Miss Granger?"

Amosta accurately caught the doubt flashing in Hermione's eyes.

Seemingly anticipating this question, Hermione looked calmly into Professor Blaine's eyes,

"Because before we came back, Professor Dumbledore told us that we can only reveal some of the future to you appropriately to prove our identity. If we tell you too much, maybe it's possible."

"ah--"

Amosta smiled cheerfully, pacing and talking to himself,

"This cautious style is like Dumbledore's style crisis. It seems to be a very serious crisis. Otherwise, Dumbledore would not take such a big risk and violate the law. Well, let's put it this way, you and I

And in the future, I will be with Dumbledore and I will return to Hogwarts and become a professor under Dumbledore's nose--

None of this sounds true. Could it be that Dumbledore threatened that I must stay at Hogwarts and be monitored by him? "

this.

All three of Harry looked hesitant.

They couldn't give an accurate answer to this question.

"Just treat these as true——"

Amosta kept smiling, but the cold arc in his eyes showed that his trust in what these three Gryffindor students said was limited.

"You just said--"

Amosta looked at Hermione again,

"The future is in crisis, and Dumbledore needs my help. This sounds really funny. What does the greatest wizard of our time need from me? And, where was I in your time? Why should I come back? Come to me now?”

"They came here looking for you because you were dead at that time, Amosta Brain."

A completely unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in the cathedral-like room where they were.

The information revealed by this voice made even Amosta stunned for two seconds.

call out!

But at the moment when he came back to his senses, Amosta, whose eyes suddenly became sharp, turned around decisively and waved his wand, and the half-moon filled with chill ripped through the air and struck in the direction of the sound!

Bang!

A dazzling cold light flashed away, and a low roar like a drum resounded throughout the room!

Some smoke and dust filled the air, but it could not cover the stern face.

Harry and the three of them stared blankly at the woman who suddenly appeared in the room. They looked at her familiar face and were stunned and speechless.

"Bellatrix!"

Harry yelled, struggling desperately to get up.

"Bellatrix?"

Amosta's expression was equally gloomy. He stared intently at the woman standing next to the chest of drawers where he had just sat down, with murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"I thought you were being held in Azkaban. Oh, you are much younger than I thought?"

"That's because I'm not Bellatrix—"

The witch wrapped in a black robe said that there was also a deep murderous intention hidden deep in her eyes when she looked at Amosta.

"My name is Delphi, Delphi Riddle, daughter of Voldemort."

The lingering sounds of the previous exchange still echoed in the huge room.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione opened their mouths and stared blankly at the witch, speechless.

This seems not to be in the script!

"Voldemort's Daughter"

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After a long time, Amosta, who looked slightly touched, regained his composure. He looked at the witch who looked to be in her twenties, with no wave in his eyes.

"Twenty days ago, in the Forbidden Forest——"

"Yes, that's me."

The witch whose appearance was seventy percent similar to Bellatrix also restrained her murderous intent and looked at Amosta indifferently.

"Oh, that's really interesting."

Amosta slowly turned the wrist holding the wand, his mood was not disturbed by this, and his tone even sounded a little more cordial.

"How did you know I would be here tonight, Delphi, or did you want me to call you Ms. Riddle?"

"My life for the past twenty years has been about this, Blaine-"

There was also a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Delphi's mouth,

"I've spent my whole life investigating your past, Blaine, so I know what's going to happen in this house tonight."

"So, you took the trouble to come here tonight to continue the assassination plan that failed last time?"

Amosta smiled more cheerfully, and the wand turned into an afterimage at his fingertips.

"That's how it was—"

Delphi sneered twice,

"But now, I have a better idea."

She opened her hand hanging by her side, and the time turner that Amosta had placed on the fallen chest of drawers flew into her hand.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at this scene with visibly horrified expressions!

"What's a better idea?"

The corners of Amosta's eyes also twitched, and he asked calmly.

"Perhaps, I have been in the wrong direction before. Perhaps, I should not be obsessed with killing you, Brian, and join forces with you in order to achieve my goal-"

Delphi said with a smile.

"Oh, join forces?"

Amosta showed an exaggerated smile, but his eyes were always cold.

"It's very risky to join forces with a dark wizard who wants to kill me. What do we want to do after we join forces?"

After appearing in front of them, Delphi's eyes turned away from Amosta's face for the first time and looked at Harry,

"It's obvious isn't it. Kill Harry Potter."

"Come and try it!"

After getting over his surprise, Harry glared at Delphi fiercely,

"You are no match for Professor Blaine, and no conspiracy of yours can deceive Professor Blaine!"

Amosta's eyes moved and he continued to smile,

"I'm really touched by Mr. Potter's speech. No one has ever believed me so much, so, you see-"

Amosta spread out his hands and looked at Delphi,

"I thought I should repay that trust. And what's the benefit of working with you, dear Delphi?"

"Of course -"

Delphi was not surprised at all by Amosta's performance. She looked at Amosta calmly, with a confident smile on her lips.

"Choose a future for yourself where you won't die."