Hogwarts Homecoming

Amosta, lying on the table, resting his head on his arm, snored softly, as if he was sleeping soundly, and was completely unaware of the wand pointing at him.

The Muggle waiter quickly swung the wand, and the space bag in Amosta's arms flew out with a whoosh and landed in his palm.

"Fangs are flying!"

The waiter pointed his wand at the tied bag, and his voice was slightly urgent, but his spell did not get the fangs, but instead caused a sudden burst of silver flashes.

The powerful impact threw the waiter like a lead ball, and he showed agility that wizards would never have. He adjusted his body shape in the air, stepped lightly on the wall he was about to hit, and then slid back to the ground neatly.

The hand dragging the space bag was cut by the silver flash just now, with many hideous wounds, deep to the bone, and blood flowing like a trickle of blood. However, the Muggle waiter did not feel any pain. He stared at his left hand indifferently. The blood that fell to the ground returned to his body as if time was reversed. After only a dozen breaths, the wound was intact.

Da, Da, Da——

The waiter walked cautiously and came to Amosta again. He carefully observed the three people who fainted. When he found that he had no signs of waking up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Amosta's space bag fell to the ground, emitting a faint silver light. It seemed that the defensive magic had been activated. It was not a rational behavior to touch it at this time.

After hesitating for a while, the Muggle waiter raised his head and looked at Amosta again. He pondered and pointed at Amosta with his wand. Then, one hand of Amosta, who was in a coma, was pulled out and stretched out on the table.

The space bag on the ground was controlled to float up slowly. The moment it fell into Amosita's palm, the defensive magic on the space bag was extinguished immediately.

The Muggle waiter controlled Amosita's hand to fiddle with the rope of the space bag, and then asked Amosita to hold the space bag upside down and shake it, and the things in the space bag fell out like rain.

When more than a dozen magic books and dozens of gold galleons fell out, a fang as warm as jade fell on the table with a snap.

The moment he saw the fang, the strong surprise made the Muggle waiter's breathing stop for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to grab it, but his hand suddenly stopped halfway, and his expression suddenly hesitated and thought for a moment. His wand pointed to Amosita's hand again, and asked that hand to grab the fang--

The fact was just as he expected. The fang was indeed tampered with by Amosita. When Amosita's palm touched the fang, a faint light passed through his palm, and then fell into silence.

With his palm spread out, the white jade fangs lay quietly in the palm of Amosta's hand. The Muggle waiter observed carefully for a while, and gently poked the fangs with his wand. Everything was normal, no strange phenomena appeared, and the magic on it seemed to no longer exist.

Grabbing the fangs, the Muggle waiter, who had a different face at some point, had ecstasy in his red, sinister eyes. He tightly grasped the fangs and was about to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back.

The wand pointed at the scattered gold coins and books on the ground and the table, letting them return to Amosta's space bag. Then, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to reveal his sharp fangs--

Ugh!

Extreme pain flashed across the red eyes of the Muggle waiter. He covered his mouth and panted deeply. He transformed his fangs to make them exactly the same as the one he took away, and then flew into Amosta's space bag and returned the space bag to Amosta's arms.

After a careful inspection and confirmation that there were no flaws left, the Muggle waiter quickly left the room and closed the door with a click.

"Hehe--"

The quiet room returned, and a chuckle sounded.

Amosta, who was sleeping soundly, sat up quietly, and watched the magic outline quickly board the elevator with a penetrating sight. After reaching the top floor, he left the dining car and Apparated away directly.

With his eyes withdrawn, Amosta took out his space bag, hooked his fingers, and the fake fang flew out of the space bag and fell on the table with a click.

Looking at Amelia and Sirius who were sleeping, Amosta hooked his fingers again, and a small glass bottle filled with purple liquid floated out.

The cork was opened, and Amosta let the glass bottle float under Amelia's nose. As the purple liquid in the bottle vaporized into a few wisps of agile purple smoke and rushed into her nose, Amelia's relaxed brows immediately wrinkled.

Following the same method, Amosta also let Sirius sniff the purple smoke.

About ten seconds later, the bodies of the two began to twitch slightly, and then-

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Sirius jumped up from the ground, pulled out his wand and looked around fiercely, while Amelia also had a cold face, clenched her teeth, and clenched her wand.

"Don't be nervous, there is no danger anymore."

Amosta said calmly.

"Oh, Amosta, are you okay?" Sirius finally noticed Amosta's condition, and he frowned. "What happened just now? Were we ambushed? That bottle of wine, that waiter is a wizard?!" "It's the Living Hell Potion, added to the red wine, the dosage is probably enough for us to sleep until tomorrow evening--" Amosta said, "As for the Muggle waiter. When he first sent you in, he was indeed a Muggle, and the one who served the food later was someone else."

"Who is that person?"

Amelia was stunned when she was talking. She noticed the fang on the table. It was the fang that had burst out with incredible power and swallowed a sea of ​​blood on the night when she and Amostar went to meet Sato Ryuhei.

A sudden inspiration came to her mind, and Amelia shouted,

"It's a vampire. They came to steal this fang!"

Sirius had heard this story in Dumbledore's office, and his eyes fell on this fang.

"So, you have killed it?"

"Oh, not so--"

Raising his hand to wipe off the illusion on the fang, Amostar smiled and said,

"I pretended to faint and let it take away my fang. This fang was just the vampire's own. It pulled it out and disguised it as my fang so that I couldn't find the flaw. It was really naive and cute."

"But why did you do this?"

Amelia asked, and Sirius also looked puzzled.

Amostar looked down, smiled slightly, and did not answer the question immediately.

At this point, the truth behind all the things has unfolded in front of Amostar, and the rest is just the end.

"Because I want to see who these vampires are following."

Amostar snapped his fingers, and the fang on the table immediately floated up and trembled rapidly. Finally, after a burst of faint blue light, it returned to silence. Amostar let the fang float in front of Sirius,

"I have cast a tracking spell on the fang that was taken away. As long as we follow this one, we can find the mastermind behind the scenes. I believe my wand is also in that person's hands. Sirius. And Amelia, I will give this fang to you. Can you find it for me?"

"Of course!"

Sirius said without hesitation,

"That's why I came here."

As he said that, he looked at Amelia, and the girl across the table nodded decisively.

Sirius held the fang, and after the fang turned a few times in his palm, the tip of the fang immediately pointed in one direction. He was about to act, but suddenly thought of something and looked at Amosta strangely, "Aren't you going to act with us, Amosta?" "Oh, you know--" Amosta smiled and said, "I am being monitored by the Aurors of the Security Department." "If you want to leave, Amosta, those guys can't keep an eye on you--" Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Unless you have other plans." "If you want to talk about plans--" Amosta leaned back in his chair, interlaced his fingers, with a lazy smile on his face, "My plan is very simple, I will stay here and wait for the people from the Magic Congress to apologize to me"