Hogwarts Homecoming

Dumbledore temporarily shifted his focus from the Horcrux to the locket itself. He looked at the exquisitely shaped and shining locket, and remained silent, while Amosta did not bother, and was also thinking about it. .

The phantom of Godric Gryffindor that once appeared on the island of Avalon, and the last sentence of the phantom - Salazar's Chamber of Secrets, there are answers to all doubts. This made Amostar understand that the founding Big Four of Hogwarts knew something about what would happen in the millennium.

So, do they know anything about Voldemort, and the fact that Voldemort turned their respective families' important legendary magic items into evil Horcruxes?

"Come with me, Amostar-"

Dumbledore spoke without warning and said seriously.

"Have you found anything, Headmaster?"

Amosta got up as he said, and asked casually, but Dumbledore did not give any reply. He hurriedly led Amosta through several corridors, and then led him to the private room of the principal's office low tower.

In a corridor in front of the principal's office, a row of torches on both sides dispelled the darkness and cold, but they could not expel the simple and mysterious atmosphere in the air.

The stone monster guarding the door jumped away when it saw Dumbledore, without even waiting for him to say the password.

"Wait here for me, Amosta—"

After hastily dropping this sentence, Dumbledore went upstairs along a set of stairs beside the wall. Upstairs was his bedroom, where he was going to get something.

"Tsk tsk, am I being a little too hard on myself?"

Amosta walked around the huge principal's office with his hands behind his back, teasing Fox on the golden branch for a while, and turning to the book wall for a while, browsing Dumbledore's collection of books.

"Hey, little one!"

Suddenly, there was a voice in the quiet principal's office, and there was suppressed excitement in the voice.

Amosta turned his head to follow the sound, his gaze faltered a few times, and finally landed on a row of magic portraits on the wall.

"Any advice, Headmaster Black?"

When Amosta saw the name engraved under the picture frame, Amosta smiled and nodded slightly.

"Shut up, fool!"

Next to the frame of Sirius' great-great-grandfather, a stern-looking old wizard snapped,

"Didn't you hear Dumbledore's order before, don't discuss his affairs for the time being until your foolish grandson's reputation is restored!"

Armando Dippet, Dumbledore's predecessor.

Amosta raised his eyebrows. He didn't know much about this famous historical figure. Of course, he knew that the famous female reporter of the Daily Prophet had a copy of "Amando Dippet: Master or Idiot?" ", the content of the book is to describe the real appearance of Armando Dippet.

During those years in school, in order to improve his own strength, he wished he could have forty-eight hours a day. He didn't have time to read such 'miscellaneous books'.

"You're totally jealous—"

According to the previous style, when Principal Dippet said that, a "war" had already begun, but today Phineas was in a particularly good mood, and he didn't pay much attention to Dippet, who always looked down on him. special principal.

"Don't be shy, little guy, come here, let's talk!"

Phineas smiled and waved at Amosta.

"What are your orders, Headmaster Black?"

Amosta smiled with his hands behind his back and raised his head.

"Oh, what a humble and polite little guy, worthy of being a wizard who graduated from the great Slytherin house!"

Phineas smiled and narrowed his eyes,

"I have to say thank you, little guy. For many years, I have been trying to tell some idiots around me that a good descendant of the noble Black family can't be a shameless traitor, but some people because of the terrible Prejudice has always chosen to ignore the truth, but now, they have nothing to say!"

Phineas tugged at his goatee, proudly,

"We all know about my upright great-great-grandson, and it's all thanks to you, Amosta, I've decided, to express my gratitude, to recommend you as Hogwarts before Dumbledore joins us on the wall." The next headmaster!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Principal Black—"

Amosta laughed cheerfully,

"Sirius has already paid me, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Oh, have you been paid?"

Phineas was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of interest,

"What did my ineffective great-great-grandson promise you?"

"Well, that's right, he mortgaged the old house of the Black family to me."

"What!" Phineas immediately flew into a rage, "That worthless prodigal dares to do this, but he hasn't got my consent yet!"

"He doesn't need to be like a picture frame hanging on the wall asking if he can sell the house, idiot!"

Seeing that Phineas was impatient, the sullen Dippet immediately cheered up.

Dumbledore had already appeared at the corner of the stairs, Amosta turned and walked towards the thin-legged desk, while Phineas patted the picture frame anxiously,

"Wait, little one, we have to talk about the house!"

"What are you talking about?"

Dumbledore asked briskly as he walked down the last step with a box in his hand.

"Ah, Headmaster Black is helping me plan how to become the next headmaster of Hogwarts!" Amosta said with a smile, "He gave some very constructive suggestions."

"It's too early to discuss that, Phineas—"

Dumbledore glanced at Black's picture frame, raised his voice and said with a smile,

"For at least two years, I haven't had the idea of ​​hanging myself on the wall."

After a little joke, the two returned to the topic.

Dumbledore handed the box to Amosta, and motioned him to open it, and the moment he saw the contents of the box, Amosta's eyes were slightly fixed, and his eyes could not hide his astonishment.

"You fixed it?"

What was contained in the box was the Crown of Wisdom that belonged to Ravenclaw and was destroyed by Amostar.

However, now the crown is no longer broken into two pieces, with black burn marks on the surface, but has been restored to cleanliness. Under the illumination of candlelight, a luxurious sky-blue gemstone is inlaid in the center of the crown. With a bright light.

It's not that Amosta himself didn't try to repair the crown, but Ravenclaw's crown is not a simple ornament, but a legendary magic item with magical effects. The crown is restored.

"Yeah, it has to be done, right? After all, the crown is a precious cultural relic that carries the history of Hogwarts. As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I am obliged to keep it for this school."

Dumbledore said calmly.

Amosta shook his head slightly, not minding that Dumbledore was pretending to be confused, he turned the crown over and stared at the mysterious runes engraved on the back of the raven.

After a while, Amosta suddenly spoke,

"Is this crown really capable of endowing the bearer with incredible wisdom as the rumors say? Have you tried it, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"certainly--"

Dumbledore smiled childishly,

"But maybe because I'm so stubbornly stupid, even Ravenclaw's diadem can't bring me any significant improvement. You can try it, Amostar, maybe it can give you some Inspiration?"

Dumbledore's teasing just made Amosta roll his eyes, and he asked calmly,

"Then what did you take out this diadem for?"

"Just now, when you were asking me about the runes on the Slytherin locket, I suddenly realized something—how did Ravenclaw's own diadem survive from your hands?"

Dumbledore looked down at the crown of wisdom in Amosta's hand, and said lightly,

"You know what I mean, Amostar, what kind of metal can be split in two by the fire of Fiendfire without melting after Tom's soul is gone?

I can't think of any metal that would do that, unless, indeed, there's some magic on it that we can't see that protects it in the dark. "