The three Harrys had already left, and Amosta was the only one left in the office. The candlelight was swaying, and the black shadows reflected on the wall were also swaying. He silently stared at the monitor wall, watching the three of them return. He didn't look away until he reached the common room.
The weather in early March was no longer that bone-chilling cold, but the flames in the fireplace were still so strong, and the room was a little hot.
Amosta walked to the window and opened it, his eyes wandering aimlessly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the quietness of this relatively comfortable office was... manic.
The thousand-year-old castle still stands silently on the high ground, and the forest not far away bears witness to countless legends that were once brilliant and illuminated an era, but have now disappeared. Amosta stared at the rolling forest, and suddenly thought that in order to achieve eternity, even Voldemort, who would rather split his soul with infinite magic power.
"eternal?"
Amosta smiled mockingly to himself. The universe has been heading towards its demise non-stop since the day it was born. Life is just a fleeting splash in the long river of time. How can there be anything in this vast universe that can be compared to eternity? What about side by side?
For Muggles or wizards, the only thing that can accompany their short life is loneliness... Amosta was convincing himself this way.
Momentarily uninterested, Amosta closed the window and turned around, but the moment he raised his feet, his figure stopped and his brows suddenly furrowed.
In the invisible magic world, stored in space, the leisurely rippling magic power like a sea of clouds was suddenly attracted by an inexplicable force, and rushed into Amosta's body, just like a dark power suddenly appeared under the calm lake. Pit, vortex appeared on the water surface.
Amosta's handsome face showed a hint of pain, and the pupils in his lavender eyes turned into rapidly rotating whirlpools, trying their best to absorb magic power.
............
"What are you planning, Dumbledore?"
In the principal's office, Snape put his hands on his desk, his two dark eyes staring closely at Dumbledore, who was sitting on a soft chair with their fingers touching each other, trying to discern clues from those abyssal blue eyes. .
"Oh, how interesting, Severus,"
The calm Dumbledore responded to Snape's gaze with a smile.
"You actually tried to use Legilimency on me, but please forgive me for being immodest. Even if I'm so old that I lose all my teeth and can no longer eat candy, I'm afraid you won't succeed."
"Not only Amosta is confused, I am also very curious about this issue, Dumbledore!"
Snape's cheeks twitched and he retreated slightly. Although his eyes were no longer so rude, his tone was still sinister.
"Based on what I know about you, whether it's Amosta spying on the little wizards in the school, or what he proposes for the little wizards to deal with in class, you won't agree... But you don't agree. Agree.
Dumbledore, when did you become so tolerant? When Quirrell was in this school last year, you were more wary of him than Amostar! "
"Severus, do you want to discuss with me the difference between Quirrell and Amosta?"
"You're avoiding the important, Dumbledore!"
The veins on the back of Snape's hands popped out, and a blush appeared on his yellow cheeks.
"The tolerance you showed towards Amosta is not your past style at all. I can't think of any possibility except that you are planning something!"
Fox is already very familiar with this kind of noise that comes every now and then. He doesn't even open his eyes while he is sleeping soundly. He spreads his wings filled with colorful light, skillfully stuffs his head into the wings, and after making a soft sound, he continues My own sweet dream.
"Severus..."
The silver-white eyebrows and beard on Dumbledore's old face moved, and his tone was a little helpless. He was about to explain something, but something suddenly attracted his attention, so he closed his mouth and looked at Snape's doubtful gaze. , walked quickly to the window, frowned slightly, and stared into the boundless darkness through the framed carved glass sash.
Silence suddenly fell, and silence enveloped this unique office. For a while, no one spoke.
"amazing..."
After about ten minutes, Dumbledore's slightly frowned eyebrows finally relaxed again, with a brisk smile in his blue eyes, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear.
"There is no doubt that you are probably the most outstanding student at Hogwarts since the time of the four great founders, for thousands of years..."
call...
The turbulent magic returned to calm, and Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief. When he finally came to his senses, he discovered that in just ten minutes, his inner woolen shirt and outer wizard robe had become completely different. Already soaked!
"What is this?" Amosta said with a ridiculous smile.
"Is this an...enlightenment?"
For wizards, after the initial magic riot period in childhood, the magic power in the body has entered a state of steady growth with age, unless they take some magic potions with great side effects or have harmful effects on their own health. In addition to dangerous transformations of the body, ordinary magic power-enhancing potions can only increase the magic power in your body slightly, and after the effect of the medicine is over, it will be immediately knocked back to its original shape.
Maybe it's because the wizard's inheritance has been cut off, or maybe no one has ever figured out the secret to artificially interfering with the growth of magic power. In short, every opportunity to achieve a leap-forward increase in magic power is rare but not sought after.
"Could it be that I can't bear the loneliness anymore and it's really time to find myself a partner?"
Recalling that Amosta had just entered a rare process of increasing his magic power due to his change in mood, he shook his head and laughed.
"No, women will only affect my spell casting speed!"
Amosta said to himself after calming down.
Suddenly, Amosta's eyelashes fluttered, and with his improved perception, he realized that someone seemed to be peeping at him under the dark curtain. He stared out of the dark window, pointing to the location where the sense of peeping came from.
After a long time, Amosta's frozen eyes finally thawed. He took out the teapot from the shelf on the fireplace, held the steaming tea cup and bowed out the window from a distance.
"To the Lonely Walker--"
Amosta chuckled softly, and then drank the hot tea in one gulp.
...........
"Do you feel that?"
On Monday afternoon, at the beginning of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the first and second years, Hermione squinted at Amosta, who was moving up the platform more vigorously than usual, with a suspicious light in her eyes. She looked at Harry and Ronald behind her. En said,
"Professor Brain's eyes are darker than last night?"
"I've never been able to figure out why Professor Blaine's eyes are a different color than they were in school--"
Even with his eyesight, Harry, whose eyesight was not as sharp as Hermione's, shrugged his shoulders, while Ron nodded hesitantly.
"Perhaps he had nightmares because he wrote too many replies to fans of Lockhart, the big liar, last night and couldn't sleep well?"
Hermione gave Ron a hard look at his ridiculous guess.
"Maybe next weekend, we can ask him. Professor Blaine is a very easy-to-talk person. Maybe he will tell us."
The official class was about to begin. After writing this idea down, Hermione cleared her sharp mind and focused her full attention on Professor Blaine who was talking.
