Hogwarts Homecoming

Perhaps his return had some kind of shock effect on those little wizards who loved night walks.

After seeing off Lucius Malfoy, Amosta was on his way to Dumbledore's office. He didn't find any little wizards running around in the castle late at night, only Peeves' wild laughter and Filch being furious. The sound lingers in the empty castle.

When he entered the principal's office, Dumbledore was sitting in his office chair, staring at the circular dome in a daze, and the Pensieve belonging to Hogwarts on his desk was emitting a starry atmosphere. light.

When passing by the brazier where Fox was perched, Amosta stopped and took a few glances.

Fox, who was reborn once in New York, has not fully recovered yet, but some brightly colored feathers have been plucked out from Fox's young body lying on the warm ashes.

"Is there a possibility, Principal Dumbledore——"

Reaching out a finger to rub the soft down on Fox's head, Amosta smiled.

"Suppose. I mean suppose that one day--"

"It doesn't matter what I said, Amosta."

Dumbledore smiled calmly,

"You have to get Fox's opinion."

Amosta shrugged, left the brazier and walked towards the thin-legged desk. His eyes pointed at the pensieve. Before asking, Dumbledore took the initiative to explain,

"I'm looking back at some memories, the last time Tom lost his powers and his Death Eaters were put on trial."

Amosta nodded slightly, knowing why Dumbledore was revisiting his memory.

"I talked with Lucius Malfoy, and judging from some of the information he told me, our previous guesses are possible."

"Besides Horcruxes, what else would make Tom nervous now? He is no longer the little boy in the orphanage back then. Wealth is no longer the goal he pursues, only eternal life."

"I asked Lucius for his opinion. Apart from him, who are Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters? He did give some opinions -"

Amosta told him the names of the Death Eaters that Lucius told him, and then said calmly,

"We can't lock in the correct answer, Principal Dumbledore. If we want to find the Horcrux that may be in the underground vault of Gringotts, we can only open all the vaults belonging to Voldemort's loyal followers."

"But you know that's impossible, Amosta—"

There was a hint of warning in Dumbledore's gaze.

"It's really inappropriate at the moment,"

Amosta responded calmly,

"But as the situation becomes worse and the magical world enters a state of open war, some solutions that are usually unacceptable may gain people's understanding."

Dumbledore said nothing more, just rubbed his brow tiredly.

Some things are absolutely taboo for him, but they cannot restrain Amosta's hands and feet. Even if he is too vigilant and the consequences of excessive destruction of order will be suffered by all ordinary wizards, Dumbledore has to admit that using Some rough methods can indeed solve the problem faster.

On this issue of dealing with Voldemort, Dumbledore and Amostar did not take the same route.

Strictly speaking, the actions of the Order of the Phoenix should be more targeted. For example, Voldemort is currently eager to increase his strength, while the Order of the Phoenix is ​​competing to attack Voldemort's plan.

As for some of Amosta's arrangements, in the short term, they seem to be incompatible with dealing with Voldemort, but they are more direct to the core.

Therefore, even if Dumbledore saw through Amosta's purpose in pushing Hogwarts to gain greater independence at such a time, he did not stop him.

After listening to what Amosta told Lucius to do, Dumbledore sighed,

"I don't doubt that you can achieve your goals, Amosta, but you should expect that once Fudge realizes that Hogwarts is further out of control, he may completely fall into madness."

After Amosta fumbled in his arms for a while, he took out a letter and placed it in front of Dumbledore.

"I'm afraid you already know something, principal——"

Amosta looked slightly cold,

"The British Ministry of Magic has secretly threatened the International Federation of Wizards by threatening the next quarter's budget and holding a vote to suspend you and me from the Federation. Vip is currently fully coordinating this matter and has sent a letter to the German Minister of Magic Adenauer. Write a letter asking him to express his attitude in the same way

For the sake of power, Fudge has fallen into madness, rather than about to fall into madness. Do you really think that allowing such a ruling group to exist is a responsible behavior for the wizarding world? "

Dumbledore picked up the half-moon frame in front of him. He did not pick up the letter, but looked at Amosta intently.

"You know I don't care, Amosta."

"Then you should care, Principal——"

Amosta said calmly,

"It has nothing to do with power. These names will make you appear more authoritative in the eyes of ordinary people in the magical world. If we cannot unify our ideology, we will not be able to completely win this war."

Looking at Dumbledore, who was frowning and thinking about his words, Amosta's breath was slightly relaxed, but his voice seemed heavy,

"Fudge has committed some unforgivable sins. You will know, Headmaster, but not now."

"I'll never be able to pry something out of you that you don't want to say, Amosta—"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly,

"But I think I should remind you that Lucius Malfoy is not as good at brain occlusion as Severus. If Tom interrogates him, he may not be able to hide the secret in his heart."

"Oh--"

Amosta leaned back in his chair, and the smile on his handsome face was both good and evil under the flickering candlelight.

"But Lucius Malfoy is good at acting, isn't he? Of course, some safety measures are necessary, and I think he can understand this."

After stepping out of the big iron gate of Hogwarts with a heavy historical atmosphere and standing under the wild boar sculpture next to the gate, the tingling feeling like a thorn in the back finally disappeared. Lucius dared to stop and look back at the tall castle with stars on the cliff.

The slightly pale moonlight reflected Lucius's face with a bit of sadness.

Pulling off the collar, Lucius turned his head to look at his shoulder. As if sensing his gaze, under the moonlight, a strange golden flying snake slowly emerged from his left shoulder, and after a few swift movements, it slowly disappeared from his skin.

A sigh dissipated in the breeze and the rustling of leaves in the forest filled with primitive breath, and Lucius picked up his feet and walked towards Hogsmeade.

The Malfoy family, which is "rich enough to rival a country", naturally has an industry in Hogsmeade.

After a flash of fire, Lucius Malfoy returned to the Malfoy Manor, which had essentially been deprived of sovereignty, through the fireplace in the safe house in Hogsmeade.

The mansion was so quiet late at night that even the chirping of insects and birds could not be heard. The waiters who would come out to clean after he and his wife rested were all dismissed after Voldemort moved into the manor. This was not the request of the Dark Lord but the decision of Malfoy himself.

Because Lucius knew very well that if these Squibs and inferior citizens of the magic world with little magical power appeared in front of the Dark Lord, they would only die, and his family would be punished by the Dark Lord for the crime of "negligence".

In comparison, the house elves, a humble and legitimate creature in the magic world, were more acceptable to the Dark Lord.

Pushing open the door of the study, Lucius walked out without even taking off his hood. Under the gaze of the pale portraits on the wall, he walked to the hall and came to the top floor of the mansion through the spiral staircase.

The Dark Lord was not in the study and living room specially prepared for him, but he could vaguely hear the Dark Lord's voice on the terrace on the other side.

"I thought you had rested, my respected master--"

Before crossing the door to the terrace, Lucius pulled his collar guiltily.

"Ah, you're back, my dear Lucius--"

Wearing a loose black robe, Voldemort, half lying on a comfortable recliner, moved his slender fingers, and the recliner under him slowly turned a circle, carrying Voldemort to face Lucius.

Lucius quickly glanced at his pale wife holding a tea tray beside Voldemort, and moved his lips, but seeing the pair of scarlet snake eyes of the Dark Lord revealing a cold smile, Lucius held his breath. The next second, he slowly knelt down, picked up the Dark Lord's robe and kissed it,

"I have completed the task you asked me to do, my respected master--"