Hogwarts Homecoming

"Harry--"

Professor Blaine's gentle and ethereal call suddenly sounded in his heart. Harry was startled, and the dim cabin in front of him suddenly blurred.

The dazzling white light peeled away the blur in the vision, and in the endless light, a figure gradually appeared.

Harry suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his brain. Instinctively, he wanted to look away, but he forced himself not to do so.

He was just too curious.

Forcing his eyes wide open, Harry stared at Professor Blaine, who was still a normal figure but seemed to be infinitely taller. Harry quietly opened his mouth.

Unconsciously, Harry's green eyes also shed tears.

It wasn't because he was moved by seeing Professor Blaine alive. He already knew that Professor Blaine was not dead.

Instead, the eyes, like the brain, began to sting.

It was as if, with every second he stared at Professor Brain, his senses were being forced to accept a torrent of information that was far more than he could bear.

"Professor Brain, you"

Harry had no choice but to close his eyes, lower his head, his voice trembled,

"Have you become a god?"

Harry knew that he looked stupid and ridiculous for asking, but apart from the word 'god', he couldn't find any words to describe Professor Blaine's current form!

"Perhaps ghost is a better word to describe me, Harry--"

Amosta smiled knowingly, came to Harry, raised his palm and patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry suddenly looked shocked. A piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I'll leave this to you, Harry -"

Amosta said gently,

"Also, I want to borrow your invisibility cloak."

Harry was still digesting the information in his mind, and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

Invisibility cloak?

What use would such a thing have to Professor Brain?

Hesitantly, Harry nodded.

"If everything goes well, I'll give it back to you."

Amosta said, waving towards the square table, and the Invisibility Cloak and the Sword of Gryffindor on the table fell into his hands.

"So--"

Amosta looked at Dumbledore on the bed.

Dumbledore seemed to have anticipated what Amosta was going to do. He also smiled at Harry, gasped twice, and pointed at the small snack box on the square table.

"Oh, I wish I could fill my stomach first, Amosta. I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength--"

Toffee finger biscuits.

Harry conveyed Dumbledore's instructions last night, so Aberforth immediately made some with his own hands.

"It's so delicious. Aberforth's talent in cooking is more outstanding than that of a wizard!"

Dumbledore said that he had regained some of his energy and was able to pick out biscuits from the snack box and eat them himself.

"Do you want to say goodbye to him, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Oh, no need-"

Dumbledore stuffed the last few biscuits from the box into his mouth.

"That's good."

He smiled contentedly, looking at the empty box.

"Then let's go. Don't you know how far we have to travel?"

Amosta said with a smile.

disappeared.

Professor Braine's voice disappeared, and the dazzling light also disappeared. Harry's eyes wandered around blankly, and there was no trace of Professor Braine's existence.

Suddenly, Harry felt something and quickly looked towards the bed

Paleness crept onto his cheeks, and his green eyes were soaked with tears.

Bang!

Harry stumbled backwards, hitting the rotten wooden wall hard.

Probably the entire Pig Head Bar was alarmed.

The door to the next door was opened violently first, and Hermione was the first to rush in.

"Don't block the road you idiots!"

Then there was Aberforth's rude roar, and after a series of thumping footsteps upstairs, he also rushed into the room.

One after another, people crowded onto the second floor, and the commotion quickly spread to the entire Hogsmeade, centered on the Pig's Head Bar.

This seems to be the darkest moment.

Many people were sobbing in the suffocating atmosphere.

Aberforth walked forward sadly. He looked at his brother and Grindelwald.

They sat side by side on the bed, holding each other's hands and closing their eyes.

Aberforth lowered his head. He looked at the empty biscuit box in his brother's hand. He picked up a broken biscuit from Albus's gray beard, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Two old bastards."

Aberforth said, his blue eyes already filled with tears.

Amostar, Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared at the Ministry of Magic. To be precise, they appeared in the Hall of Death in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

Appeared in the room with the stone arch.

Three lights and shadows stood in front of the stone door.

Among them, the one with the most flawless and dazzling brilliance is naturally Amosta, while the one with a faint golden light in his soul is Dumbledore.

Grindelwald's soul is entangled with strands of black energy. Although it is thin, it is real.

"Shall we open this door, Amosta?"

Dumbledore returned to his energetic face and his tone was brisk. He also held the elder wand in his hand.

"Unless we intend to destroy London, we'd better not do it."

Amosta said.

He raised his hand and waved, and the ancient stone door that had stood here for centuries floated from the ground, floated towards Amosta, and merged into his soul.

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"Let's go--"

In the next breath, the three people disappeared into the death hall.

"here it is?"

The souls of the three people were once again positioned in the real world. What was in front of them made Dumbledore's eyes freeze. He then turned his head and looked at the depressed cave behind him.

Underworld.

A huge island covered both sides of Hogwarts, and the news that Amosta Brain, Albus Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald had joined forces to face the mysterious python spread at a jaw-dropping speed. Word spread throughout the wizarding world.

The gray wizards who sensed the danger signal quickly evacuated from the underground world to avoid the disaster.

In the vast underground world, not a single person could be seen.

Dumbledore turned his eyes back and stared at the dark tower in front of him, which seemed to merge with the darkness.

"Blackstone Tower."

Dumbledore said with some emotion,

"There are many rumors about it in the magic world. Combined with the Merlin sculpture above, many wizards think it is Merlin's resting place."

"I tried to open it."

Memories flashed through Grindelwald's eyes, his voice was cold and calm,

"A lot of powerful magic was used, but nothing worked."

"I did that too."

Amosta smiled,

"For thousands of years, almost every wizard operating here has tried, tried their best, and racked their brains, but they fell into Merlin's plan."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both looked at him.

"You have heard about Sirius, the experience he and I went to explore Azkaban, and you must have known that the stone gate we just brought was originally placed underground in Azkaban."

Amosta smiled slightly and stared at the narrow keyhole on the stone door of the black stone tower.

"Helpo placed the stone door there for a reason."

Amosta said, while Dumbledore and Grindelwald listened intently.

"From the memories left by Hufflepuff, we know that opening the stone door requires unimaginable magic, and the magma world under Azkaban contains abundant magic."

"I see--"

Dumbledore suddenly realized, and then frowned slightly.

"In this case, it seems that Ravenclaw girls shouldn't"

"Thousands of years have passed, and the magic power underground in Azkaban has been 'diluted' by the world, and it is no longer as abundant as it was in ancient times.

Moreover, the world of death has been moving away from our world. As it gets farther and farther away, the magic required to open the stone gate and build the passage becomes more powerful, so Merlin built this tower here. "

Amosta smiled, admiration flashing in his eyes,

"All wizards who attack the stone tower and try to open the stone tower to obtain the so-called Merlin's Treasure have their magic power absorbed and stored in the tower as nutrients to open the stone door."

Even Grindelwald was amazed by the information in Amosta's words.

"The Wisdom of Merlin"

Dumbledore sighed wistfully,

"Awesome. But—"

He looked at Amosta;

"How should we open the Blackstone Tower, Amos Tower?"

"We have the key."

Amosta chuckled.

Gryffindor, no, it should belong to the legendary knight, King Arthur's broken steel holy sword, emerging from his white palm.