Hogwarts Homecoming

Fool!

When Amosta closed the door, unlocked the door and turned around, he almost heard Bellatrix inside the room laughing and saying these words.

However, Amosta was not angry. In fact, there was a heavy feeling between his brows.

He sighed softly and then took steps.

Following the corridor on the fourth floor towards another fork in the road, not long after, the torches on both sides of the wall lit up, and we arrived outside the campus hospital, which was still bustling even though it was late at night.

In the public ward, except for Harry, there were several young wizards who braved the Ministry of Magic tonight.

Although they experienced a fierce battle in the first half of the night, the students lying on the hospital bed were in good spirits.

Frank and Alice were talking to Neville, and Arthur was with his three sons and a daughter.

Luna was chanting about "trembling maggots" with Hermione who was in the adjacent hospital bed. It was obvious that Hermione was a little helpless.

From time to time, she glanced at the ward where Harry and Dumbledore were, and occasionally glanced at Ron and Neville in a vague way, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

The little vampire who accomplished a lot tonight is not here, and has probably returned to her cellar.

In this environment, it was difficult for her to get any rest.

Madam Pomfrey was busy with a bunch of bottles and jars in the small office, and seemed to be preparing blood replenishing medicine for the students. Minerva was helping her.

Overall, the atmosphere was convivial.

After all, they had a winning battle tonight.

The results were far greater than before. Even the Battle of Diagon Alley was not as smooth as this. Voldemort's power was uprooted tonight.

For them, it's over.

But not for the Ministry of Magic, Amosta and Dumbledore.

You can imagine what kind of uproar will be caused when the entire magical world learns about what happened in Paris and the British Ministry of Magic tomorrow morning.

Another wave of direct descendants of the pure-blood family who were able to shock the magical world with their actions in the past have been arrested. Will the pure-blood family's power, which has only been calmed down for a long time, backfire again?

Amosta immediately caught people's attention as he walked into the office.

"There's nothing weird about Death Eaters, right, Amosta?"

Mr. Weasley immediately left Ginny's bed and looked at Amosta with concern.

"Everything is fine--"

Amosta gave everyone a reassuring smile,

"Bellatrix got a little rowdy and I kept her alone in a classroom."

"That evil witch!"

Alice, who has a gentle personality, couldn't help but look gloomy when she mentioned Bellatrix. She said angrily,

"Don't ever expect her to change her ways."

"I wouldn't have such naive illusions."

Amosta said that he then walked quickly to the ward where Vitia was being held.

"What do you think of that rumor?"

There was a moment of silence, and Ron glanced at the ward door mischievously and said.

Hermione immediately cast an unkind look at Ron and spoke in a very arrogant tone.

"That's a bunch of nonsense. It's all a discredit spread by wizards who are dissatisfied with Professor Blaine's reform measures!"

"Oh, of course you would say that-"

Ron's eyes did not waver, and he mumbled nonchalantly,

"Because you like Professor Blaine, just like you liked Lockhart back then, and you don't want to hear a bad word. Even the girls in the castle who like him are not happy to hear this!"

The public ward was filled with chuckles.

The blush on Hermione's cheeks quickly disappeared, and her toes in the quilt curled up in embarrassment!

"You shouldn't have said that to your professor, Ron—"

Mr. Weasley frowned slightly and said to Ron with a slightly reproachful tone.

"If the rumors are true--"

Alice gently stroked Neville's temples, her tone full of emotion,

"This is a very cruel thing for Amosta."

The atmosphere in the public ward quickly changed again and became a little heavy.

"Like Dumbledore and Grindelwald—"

Frank said,

"There are rumors that Grindelwald was once a close friend of Dumbledore, but he had to stand up and personally defeat and imprison him."

The atmosphere became even more dull.

Celebrity anecdotes are the most talked about topics for ordinary people, but only God knows how the people involved feel about them.

The atmosphere in the ward where Vitiya was detained was even more solemn.

In this suffocating atmosphere, even Flomid did not reminisce about the past with Vitia, but looked at this gifted little girl with sad eyes, whom he watched grow up with his own eyes.

But when Amosta entered this ward, the most nervous person was not Frommid, but Slughorn.

He was already leaning on his chair and fell asleep because he was old and couldn't bear to stay up late. But when he saw Amosta come in, he immediately stood up from the chair and swallowed his saliva. There was tension and fear in his complicated eyes. , but also relieved.

"Just a moment, Horace—"

Amosta smiled gently at Professor Slughorn, then looked at everyone,

"I would like to speak alone with Ms. Cliona—"

Severus looked deeply at Amosta and walked out of the ward in silence.

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"Vitya, she. She's just--"

When passing Amosta, Fromid stopped and hesitated to speak.

Amosta just patted his shoulder, and then, Flomid left with a sigh.

Only Amosta and Vitia were left in the room. Their eyes touched in the dim space, but immediately, Vitia looked away.

Amosta examined her.

Vitia, who was notorious in the British magic world, sat dignifiedly beside the bed, calm and not panicking. Even under the pressure of Amosta's eyes, she still had a straight back, even breathing, and elegant posture.

However, the fist on her knees, with white knuckles due to the force, betrayed her nervousness.

It has been less than a year since the two separated in the second game of the Triwizard Tournament, but when they met again, the gap became even greater.

"You look pretty good--"

After calming down, Amosta came to the bed opposite Vitia and sat down, looking at her calmly.

She spent almost the entire past six months in prison.

After being in Azkaban for a few months and imprisoned by Voldemort for a few more months, most wizards would probably have become neither human nor ghost.

"I should say thank you to you--"

When she was in Hogwarts before, she and Amosta met all day, but that was under the face of Alastor Moody.

Now that she appeared in front of Amosta with her true face, Vitia always felt a subtle discomfort.

But she was very similar to Amosta, always hiding her true feelings.

"When I was imprisoned, you helped me take care of Flomid and the others. You. You had no obligation to do so--"

"If I said that I kept them in Hogwarts in order to have a handle that could control you, would you still thank me?"

Amosta asked expressionlessly, but because of the bloody moonlight, Vitia, whose face was stained with red, just curled the corners of her lips and did not speak.

"I came to you because of one thing--"

Amosta narrowed his eyes, still with a straight face,

"I reached an agreement with Flomid. I brought you back from Voldemort. In exchange, he helped me build a protection for Hogwarts.

Of course, he also said that your cultivation must be better than his. If you are the leader, this protection will be more reliable. So--"

"I am willing."

Vetia's beautiful voice interrupted Amosta's end.

There was a moment of silence, and Amosta pursed his lips,

"You need to sacrifice something."

"Just think of it as atonement."

Vetia's lips curled up again, revealing a pale smile.

Bang!

The noise outside the ward door ended this short conversation that made Amosta feel a little depressed.

"Since you agree--"

Amosta stood up and left,

"I will apply to the Wizengamot. You will be temporarily detained in Hogwarts until everything is over."

After saying that, Amosta opened the door and left. The scene that came into view was Sirius grabbing Severus' collar, with an inexplicable face of grief and anger.