Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta stared at the crowing of the Witchbird, the banging sounds of nearby wizards attacking each other, and the magical animal trading market with constant cursing in the distance, with surprise in his purple eyes.

Just now, when he heard the mental attack of the wicked bird, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized something!

In the nearly ten months since he got the manuscript, he has conducted countless experiments but failed to succeed once. In order to find the reason for the failure, he repeatedly deduced and demonstrated the curse structure of the Blood Curse based on the remaining information in the manuscript. type, but no matter how refined it is, it has no effect.

But now, he thought of a possibility.

Before conducting the first experiment, in order to find relevant information about Druidism, he put most of the Galleons on his body on Kacus Foley. In order to save the cost of the experiment, the experiment he used The materials are all weak and ordinary creatures.

Normally, this should not affect the results of the experiment. However, he overlooked one important thing. The root of the curse effect of the Blood Curse is the soul of the creature, and the soul of an ordinary creature is very weak and cannot be used at all. Carries the magic of Amostar.

Therefore, whenever the experiment reaches a critical point, the soul as the curse seed will collapse, which will lead to the failure of the experiment. Although this is only speculation, Amosta can be sure that the reason for the failure is likely to be like this!

"What a stupid mistake"

Having figured out the joint, Amosta shook his head and laughed, for his stupidity.

But in fact, this is the case with magic experiments. A small mistake will lead to a complete loss. Moreover, people with profound magic knowledge like Amosta will often attribute their mistakes to those difficult points, but for some Little wizards are blind to mistakes they may be aware of.

This is the so-called blindness of knowledge.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A ball of bright red light flew into the air, and under the cold eyes of many people, it suddenly shot out several brilliant red lights. The witch birds in the cage, and those wizards whose minds were confused, all died after being stunned. He stopped, his body limp on the ground.

"What price do you plan to sell these wicked birds?"

Amostar asked after waking up the wizard of Waggadu whose totem was outlined with colorful paints.

It took a few minutes for the dazed wizard Waggadu to recall what happened just now. He jumped up and kicked the cage holding the Witchbird fiercely, cursing non-stop, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

"You are Mr. Golden Viper?"

This wizard from Waggadu is a habitual smuggler. It didn't take him much effort to recognize Golden Viper, and his eyes lit up. In the underground world, fame has always been directly linked to wealth. He is well-known in the underground world for his skill and extremely high task completion rate. A bounty wizard like him must have a rich net worth.

"One for five hundred Galleons, Mr. Golden Viper, there are six of them in total, if you are willing to buy them all, I can give you a 10% discount!"

Seemingly sensing the cold aura emanating from Golden Viper, Wizard Waggadu hastily added,

"You can't imagine how hard it took me to fly these lively little guys here, Mr. Goldviper, the British Ministry of Magic banned the use of flying carpets, and I was caught by Border Patrol snipers when I came ashore. , it took a lot of gold to get them to let me go, so the price—”

"One thousand and five—"

Amosta was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly quoted a reasonable price.

"If you don't agree, I will continue to let you lie on the ground for a while."

So, the business was done amicably.

The material for the curse seed is ready, and Amosta needs a receptor for the curse seed, and this receptor should preferably be an intelligent magical creature.

The frightened house-elves have not yet returned to the underground world. In the current magical animal market, apart from the centaurs, the only intelligent magical animals that can be found are veela and Irish leprechauns.

"I should have known how many werewolves should be left behind--"

Take care of the ghoul, Amosta muttered in a low voice, his eyes wandered back and forth between these three magical creatures, hesitating.

Not long ago, he established a certain friendly relationship with the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. If it is not necessary, Amosta does not want to get the blood of their compatriots on his hands. Veela is the best choice. One of the two forms they can transform has a soul quality very close to that of a wizard. But because of this, Amosta hesitated for a while and let this group of miserable fates go. Veela.

Irish leprechauns are also popular in the underground world. As for the reason, it is directly related to their innate 'magic'.

Although the cunning goblins in Gringotts cannot be fooled, and ordinary large-scale alchemy workshops and companies also have the means to discriminate the authenticity of Galleons, there are many ordinary people who lack keen eyesight in the magic world. The evil guys don't do any tricks and abductions. An Irish leprechaun can even bring them more benefits than several medium-difficulty entrusted tasks.

After spending another two thousand Galleons, Amosta finally prepared all the high-configuration 'experimental materials'. Now, he still needs to find an undisturbed experimental site.

The hospitality hotel he recently lived in must not be used for magic experiments. The disturbance caused by Rita Skeeter a few days ago has already made him not very popular in the hotel. After hesitating for a while between the Screaming Shack and No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Amosta finally chose Grimmauld Place. That old house is protected by many magics. What's wrong? , at least not exposed.

boom!

After spinning around in the gray void filled with spatial turbulence, Amosta landed firmly in the long and narrow corridor behind the door of Blake's mansion. Expressing the confusion in the clean and bright corridor, a vicious and sharp voice came into his ears,

"Despicable and shameless thief, vile, dirty Mudblood, what?"

Crash!

The high-pitched, dizzying curses cut off at the climax and were replaced by a scream of surprise,

"Mr. Blaine!"

Kreacher, with a string of snot bubbles hanging from his fleshy nose, ran over with funny steps in front of the portrait of Sirius' mother, and stopped in front of Amosta,

"Kreacher has been thinking about when I can see you, Mr. Blaine, is there anything Kreacher can do for the great Mr. Blaine?"

Since Amosta, Remus and Sirius retrieved Regulus' body from the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes, the house-elf, who had been unkind to the three of them, reconciled with them Well, Remus thought the house-elf was grateful, but Amosta felt that the display of power in the cave that night played some key role.

"Oh, Kreacher, it's you—"

Amosta smiled. He passed by Kreacher and said casually,

"Reminiscing with your old master?"

"The old master has been in a bad mood recently, respectfully, Mr. Blaine—"

Kreacher humbly followed behind Amosta, and said cautiously,

"For so many years, the old master has been expecting that Master Regulus just ran away from home. But since you and Master Sirius brought back Master Regulus' body, she has to face the reality and can no longer convince herself. "

This is indeed a tragic thing, for the sake of Regulus and Sirius, Amosta decided not to care about the unfinished shouting of the portrait just now, and let it hang on the wall for two more days.

Pushing open the door at the end of the corridor, Amosta went up the stairs all the way, preparing to go back to the previous room to rest for a while, before starting the experiment, to restore himself to the best condition, and Kreacher followed him step by step From behind his buttocks, he kept peeping at it cautiously, as if he had something to ask, but he didn't dare to offend.

"Oh, yes--"

Before opening the door and entering the room, Amosta stopped, looked down at Kreacher, and said gently,

"Almost forgot, Kreacher, I have two good news that I should share with you."