At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Amosta stopped and looked at Hagrid's house. The simple wooden house had no lights, and he couldn't feel any magic at the same time. It seemed that Hagrid was not in the house.
As we all know, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts is one of Albus Dumbledore's most trusted confidants. Many times, Dumbledore will entrust some extremely important and private matters to this seemingly rough but always critical moment. A big guy who can be relied on.
Amosta was not sure whether Hagrid was going out to do errands or patrolling in the Forbidden Forest. Therefore, in order to ensure that he would not be disturbed next, Amosta walked a long way south before striding in. In the woods.
The dense Forbidden Forest was dark and silent. Except for the crunching of dead leaves underfoot, even the bone-chilling cold wind of winter was silenced by the oppression here.
Amosta kept walking deeper into the forest. He deviated from the winding path and walked around a logging land that had been cut down and now only had moss-covered tree stumps. When he turned around and looked back, there was no trace left. The lights of the castle stopped, and they stepped onto a huge, flat bluestone.
"This is it, Grandma Felena."
Amosta said to the old man whose kind smile was forever fixed in the photo. Then, he placed the photo on the ground and supported it with a broken branch.
"According to the customs of the world I lived in before, at midnight on the seventh day after death, the soul will have a chance to return to this world to visit its family on earth,"
Amosta shook his sleeves, and a twelve-inch-long, ebony wand with the core of a dragon's heart nerve in good condition slipped from his palm.
He pointed his wand at the ground, and a piece of gravel the size of a fist at his feet immediately floated and spun in a rapid trembling shadow, turning into an orange-yellow copper basin.
"At this time, the living family members will use a way to pay homage to their deceased relatives--"
Amosta sat down cross-legged, not feeling the discomfort caused by the slippery and cold bluestone on his butt at all.
He took out a cloth bag from his arms, which Amosta bought from the Devis Bans Magical Supplies Shop in Hogsmeade for two gold galleons and had been expanded by the Seamless Extension Charm. Bag, because it is not expensive, its initial space is very limited.
However, after secondary improvements, it is now large enough to hold a small car, and it also has the function of classifying and customizing items in batches.
"I wonder if you would like this?"
A large pile of yellow paper and a mountain of gold ingots were poured out and scattered on the ground.
"Peng!"
The bright golden flames ignited out of thin air and quickly ate away at the yellow paper and hand-folded gold ingots in the copper basin. The hot breath soon burned the edges of the yellow copper basin to black. At the same time, it also dried out the cold and humid air. of moisture.
The light and shadow of the flames hit the glass protective film, reflecting a slightly pale face.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be by your side in the last days. This will probably be the biggest regret in my life."
Amosta moved his chapped lips, added paper to the basin, and said to the old man smiling in the flames,
The flames stirred, and the golden light and shadow swayed, making the old man in the photo seem to be moving like a magical portrait, softly comforting the young man who was filled with sadness.
"—If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of that woman about sixteen years ago, and I would never have had the chance to know this wonderful world."
The biting north wind became gentle after breaking into the area shrouded in firelight. They gently lifted the ends of Amosta's hair, like an invisible hand caressing the top of his head.
Amosta stared at the photo and whispered the secrets hidden deep in his heart. Those absurd things, no matter how close they were, could not be told. Only when facing his deceased relatives could Amosta have no scruples. .
The graceful moon gradually seemed to be slanting away from the horizon. In the second half of the night, the mist sweeping in from the depths of the Forbidden Forest shrouded everything in a vague haze. The dense leaves were covered with tiny broken ice, and they drooped in despair. On the branches.
"What do you think he's doing, Priyan?"
Because his mind was not attached to the earth, Amosta lost his usual vigilance and did not notice that fifty feet behind him, two guys carrying broomsticks and wearing Gryffindor red jerseys were quietly observing. It took him a while.
"I can't say for sure, Filoa, but it seems like he is performing some kind of evil ritual... using black magic to summon the ghost of the old man in the photo. It's probably like this, you know, the Slytherin gang. Stinky snakes love to study this."
Priyan, the fourth-year Gryffindor beater with a round face and small eyes, lowered his voice and said to the girl beside him who was both a teammate and a lover,
"He's Amosta Blaine, a nerdy guy with a very eccentric personality."
"A nerd with a weird personality?"
Filoya, who has long pale blond hair and a delicate appearance, moved her slender eyebrows.
"That's it," Prian puffed up his cheeks and snickered, "I heard Haytham from Ravenclaw say that every Saturday morning when he goes to the library, he can see Blaine sitting in the corner of the reading area, in front of him. He keeps a lot of books and doesn’t communicate with anyone. He seems to be keen on studying, but his grades are much lower than Charlie’s brother. I’m afraid it’s because his brain is not very bright.”
Filoya let out a chirping laugh. She leaned on her own Nimbus 1700 and approached Priam's arms.
"Maybe we should go back to the castle and call a professor over for a kiss. We can't watch him use evil black magic to curse a dead old man, can we?"
"That's not a good idea, Filoa."
Priyan's little eyes sparkled with amusement, and he rejected his girlfriend's suggestion without hesitation, "Charlie and the others are still playing hide-and-seek with the big spider in the Forbidden Forest. If we call the professor over, they will all be exposed. .”
"I heard from Charlie that his brother Bill is the prefect on duty tonight. We can go and inform him. I think Bill will never betray his brother."
Filoa blinked and suggested again.
"That's a good suggestion, Filoya," Prian looked at Amosta's thin back on the bluestone and showed a wicked smile.
"But I have a more interesting way to punish this evil wizard. Come on, Filoa, take out your wand and let's teach him a lesson!"
There were not many yellow papers and gold ingots left on the ground. He gathered them together with both hands, threw them all into the red copper basin, and whispered his final farewell.
"—I hope your merits in this life can turn into blessings in the next life, Grandma Felena, the place where I lived in my previous life is also a very good country. If you have the opportunity to choose, you can be born in..."
"Hey! Be judged, dark wizard of Slytherin!"
The sudden shout made Amosta, who was getting out of his weak mood, suddenly startled. Before he could recover, two sharp whistling spells came from behind him.
"Everyone is petrified!
Shattered to pieces! "
In the flash of lightning, Amosta suddenly woke up and had no time to think about who was attacking him. He originally wanted to pull out his wand to fight back, but was shocked to find that the wand was accidentally pressed under his legs, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of the brazier. He was dizzy for more than an hour and his legs were so paralyzed that he had no time to react effectively.
Damn, how careless!
Amosta was filled with hatred. He put his left hand on the ground and let his body fall to one side. He picked up the wand while rolling down the bluestone. At the critical moment, he finally escaped the spell.
However, the picture of Grandma Felena and the brazier conjured by Amosta were not so lucky!
Priyan's petrification spell was dodged by Amosta, but he accidentally hit the brazier. Suddenly, fire snakes were flying all over the sky, reflecting the dark forbidden forest like the dawn!
Filoya's smashing spell happened to hit Grandma Felena's photo without any bias. After a clear cracking sound, the torn photo was swallowed by the golden fire snake and quickly turned into black ashes...
When Amosta struggled to get up from the ground, a picture of a shattered land with the edges being eaten away by flames floated past his eyes and fell to the ground feebly.
His eyes were following the photo, and emotions of trance, astonishment, and anger flashed alternately in his light brown eyes. When the photo turned into ashes, the angry Amosta finally raised his head and looked in the direction of the spell. Slowly but surely raising the wand...
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