Hogwarts Homecoming

Pushing open the door, when Amosta walked into the office with Draco, a circle of people immediately paid attention.

The Death Eaters who were bound by Dumbledore were surrounded by beaters and sat on the floor dejectedly.

Some people were still unconscious, and blood trickled from the wounds on their bodies, staining the floor red.

It's not that the batters didn't see it, they just turned a blind eye to this scene.

Within the wizarding world, the issue of whether to reinstate the death penalty is still under discussion, but these Death Eaters are about to face trial.

At least the strikers didn't want to see the evildoers who killed them live in Avalon Prison, and dying now would be more in line with their expectations.

"The Dark Lord is invincible, Blaine!"

After a moment of silence, the disheveled Bellatrix immediately bared her teeth at Amosta who walked into the office. She glared at Amosta with hatred like a ghost, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

"The Dark Lord will definitely come back, and he will gather more powerful power, Brian. Anyone who dares to resist him will pay a heavy price!"

"Shut up!"

Kingsley hit his cane hard and scolded him harshly, but Bellatrix did not show weakness, but glared at Kingsley fiercely,

"Just wait, Shacklebolt, the Dark Lord will overthrow the Ministry of Magic, and all of you scum of wizards will be killed!"

A group of strikers stared at Bellatrix with their eyes flashing, as if they were wondering whether they wanted this crazy Death Eater to suffer.

Bellatrix's arrogance also made Kingsley's expression change for a while, but he finally suppressed the anger in his heart and came to Amosta on crutches.

Kingsley looked at Draco Malfoy with a cold look. The crime committed by this boy from the Malfoy family tonight was equally serious.

Even if you show mercy, being expelled from Hogwarts is reasonable.

but--

Kingsley withdrew his gaze and looked at Amosta with some respect.

"Send them to Avalon now, Amosta?"

"Oh, I guess there's no need to be in such a hurry--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze from Bellatrix and spoke in a gentle tone.

"There are enough people who can't sleep tonight. There is no need to disturb more people's sleep. Let's wait until dawn. Then we will escort these Death Eaters to Avalon together -"

Kingsley had no objection and looked at Draco again.

As soon as the Malfoy boy came in, he stared at Lucius Malfoy who was leaning against the wall by the fireplace, and Amosta must have brought him in for a reason.

"Draco wants to talk to his father alone—"

Amosta patted Draco on the shoulder and said to Kingsley,

"As his professor, I think this request is worth meeting. After tonight, the father and son may not see each other for a while -"

Hearing this, Draco couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Yes, no matter what, his father will not escape prison. Even if, according to what he inferred from Professor Blaine's words just now, his father was actually working for Professor Blaine.

"Draco—"

At Kingsley's signal, two beaters came over with Lucius Malfoy pinned down.

From his son's emotional gaze, Lucius had already guessed something.

He glanced at Blaine quietly and nodded imperceptibly.

Although it annoyed him that Blaine was taking advantage of Draco.

But judging from what happened at the end of the night, Blaine didn't break his promise, he didn't give up on Draco.

Moreover, he still called himself Draco's professor just now, so the Ministry of Magic would no longer pursue his crimes.

As for himself.

Hiding in Avalon Prison for a while is the best ending. I heard that the environment there is not the same as Azkaban.

hypocritical!

Malfoy wasn't the only one to notice that Blaine still recognized Draco as his student.

Bellatrix noticed too.

Behind the messy hair, the pair of eyes filled with madness and hatred moved, and she immediately started howling and yelling,

"The Dark Lord is magnanimous and merciful, Draco. He will not blame you for your mistakes. Kill Blaine and you will get a reward you cannot imagine!"

The Strikers were not the only ones who ordered her to shut up. Lucius's face changed, and he turned around and shouted angrily at Bellatrix,

"Shut up, stupid woman, do you want to kill Draco?"

"Where is your enthusiasm to serve the Dark Lord tonight, Lucius, he is just a son!"

Bellatrix, who didn't expect to be scolded by Lucius, roared crazily.

"If I had a child, I would teach him to be loyal to the Dark Lord at the cost of his life!"

madman!

More than one of the group of batterers looking at Bellatrix with livid faces thought so.

Even the Death Eaters who were also bound were moving their butts on the floor, trying to get further away from Bellatrix.

This woman's obsession with the Dark Lord has reached an unreasonable level.

But Amosta.

His half-lidded eyelids trembled, and an indescribable subtlety appeared on his face.

"I think we need to find someplace alone to calm down and calm down, Bellatrix—"

After signaling the beater to send Malfoy and his son out, Amosta calmed down his emotions and looked at Bellatrix indifferently.

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He raised his hand, and Bellatrix, who was restrained by a full-body restraint spell, slowly floated up.

"I'll find a place for her to stay alone. I think the fourth floor would be good. I remember there's an old room up there, and a house elf once gave birth in it—"

There was nothing worse than what Bellatrix was scolding now. She had no dignity from a pure-blood family and was cursing Amosta's previous generations of relatives like a fierce shrew.

Kingsley, who was originally worried that Amosta would be motivated to use the death penalty on Bellatrix, also stopped talking.

With all the curses she was saying, it wouldn't be a big deal for Amosta to hit her with the Cruciatus Curse.

As an experienced Auror, it was not like he had never done this before.

"Amosta--"

Just before Amosta walked out of the office with Bellatrix floating in the air, Jinsi hesitated and called him.

"Is everything going to be over soon?"

Kingsley asked.

Under the gaze of many people, Amosta, who was silent for two seconds, raised his lips and showed a mellow smile.

"Soon, trust me--"

Bang!

It is indeed a classroom that may not have been used in hundreds of years.

Tables with missing arms and legs were placed haphazardly in the center of the classroom. The floor was dusty, and most of the dirt-soaked curtains were removed and stacked in the shape of a nest.

Bellatrix was thrown onto the pile of curtains.

"Kill me, Blaine, and the Dark Lord will remember my sacrifice!"

Bellatrix didn't seem to care at all that she was brought to this shabby classroom by Amosta, where she would most likely be tortured and interrogated. Her shrill laughter echoed in the empty classroom, and she was so frightened that she hid in the classroom. A Boggart in the desk cabinet banged against the cabinet door uneasily.

"So far, I have never done anything so contrary to my will. Damn Salazar Slytherin——"

Amosta whispered melancholy, immediately silencing Bellatrix who was shouting.

She hoped that Brian would pull out the wand and torture her with the Cruciatus Curse without saying a word, so that Brian could see how unbreakable her loyalty to the Dark Lord was.

However, Blaine had no intention of using the wand.

Under the bloody moonlight, Bellatrix was horrified to see Amosta's strangely compassionate face!

Snap!

With a crisp snap of her fingers, Bellatrix immediately found that her stiff body could move.

Like a rabbit, Bellatrix jumped up from the ground, but she fell back driven by instinct as she was intent on tearing Blaine apart.

It wasn't until her back was pressed against the cold wall and there was no way to retreat that Bellatrix asked fiercely,

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull, Blaine!"

Like a compassionate god, Amosta's faint purple eyes reflected Bellatrix's helpless heart.

"Would you be interested in serving me, Bellatrix?"