"Sorry, please forgive me for offending. After all, this is also for your child Harry Potter--"
Amosta, who was standing in front of the door, lowered his head to greet the room. Although he did not know the existence of the magical world when the Potters were killed, this did not prevent him from having lofty beliefs and being firm in the fight against evil. Respect for the wizard who is determined to move even if it costs his life.
Amosta removed the entire iron door and placed it gently in the yard. The iron door was completely rusted, not only the bolt hidden behind the door, but also the door shaft connected to the door frame. It's the same situation.
The scene behind the door was in line with Amosta's expectation. The foyer, dining room, living room and all the furnishings within sight were covered with a thick layer of white ash. The dark interior was filled with a sense of quilt. The smell of decay after the ravages of time.
The floor in the house is made of wood. Due to the dust on the surface, the original color can no longer be seen. However, the traces of corrosion and insect infestation on the floor are very clear. Amosta even suspected that if he stepped on it, it might cause this. Houses collapsed in series.
After thinking for a while, Amosta waved his wand to float himself up, and controlled his body to move forward slowly.
Everything in his sight was dusty, and there were no valuable clues. Amosta only stayed in the restaurant for a while, squinting at the furnishings that had been shattered by the duel that year.
One side of the duel is James Potter, and the other side is Voldemort.
The damage caused by this duel was not too great. Amosta stared at the several black holes in the wall and the radially damaged floor, instinctively recreating the scene of the duel in his mind.
"--A duel of many levels... James Potter probably released two... three spells, but they were blocked by Voldemort's shield and bounced off the floor and walls... strangeness"
Amosta muttered.
"Even if James Potter and Lupin are equally skilled, in that case, the hysterical spell he cast should have caused more damage to the room, but... Oh, I understand, Voldemort was He must have a strong murderous intention. The powerful and evil magic he released made the magic in this area extremely unstable. Ordinary wizards may not even be able to use a floating spell in that situation..."
There are many factors that can determine the outcome of a duel between wizards below 'Saint'. For example, dueling skills, for example, the power and versatility of the spells mastered, and even luck can play a key role. .
However, as your strength gets closer to that limit, individual magic becomes more and more important, and the effectiveness of the spell is reduced, because for a wizard of this level, any offensive spell can kill the opponent. , for example, Amosta himself, if he is willing to do so, then he can easily make the stunning stun spell fatal.
Therefore, it is ridiculous to expect that you can deal with a wizard like Albus Dumbledore by relying on large numbers of people and sneak attacks.
"--Using pure magic and thoughts to interfere with the environment, making it impossible for wizards in a certain area to use normal standard spells... It's not impossible, but the deterrent significance is greater than the actual significance..."
After briefly speculating on Voldemort's strength in his mind, Amosta looked slightly solemn. With his current ability, it would not be a problem to have a short-term, high-intensity duel with Dumbledore or Voldemort. Even because of the physical advantages brought by age, he is not necessarily at a disadvantage. However, once he cannot escape immediately after the fight, it will be a very passive thing for him, because he has not yet touched the limit. '...
Amosta carefully inspected the first floor of the house, but he was a little disappointed because he didn't find anything wrong. Judging from the traces, no one had entered here for more than ten years.
After confirming this, Amosta pointed at the crumbling stairs. As silently as a ghost, Amosta floated up the stairs.
There are three bedrooms and one bathroom on the second floor of the old house. The doors of two of the three bedrooms are closed. Judging from the rusty door panels, no one should have broken in.
Only one bedroom door was open, and that was the room Amosta had seen standing outside the house earlier, with half of the walls shattered.
After a brief silence, Amosta moved to the room. In the quiet room, Amosta's heartbeat speeded up unknowingly. He was a little nervous...if he couldn't find that room as well. If anything unusual is found, then his trip will undoubtedly end in failure.
Because the room was exposed to the outside, the bright bedroom and the dark building formed a sharp contrast between light and darkness. Before walking into the cluster of strands of light, Amostalian's breathing became lighter, and the next step Seconds later, he floated forward another two feet, then turned around...
When everything in this room filled with gravel and tiles came into view, Amosta relaxed his shoulders with a slight shrug, and an uncontrollable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth...
"It still shows some flaws, right--"
In the dilapidated room, there were rubbles as high as five feet stacked on a collapsed bed. Due to being exposed to the wind and sun, the rest of the furnishings in the room had become rotten garbage. Only the headboard of the bed had a The broken picture frame that fell off the wall still maintained its relatively intact shape.
Of course, what made Amosta happy was not the photo frame with the blurred and faded photos, but the dried bouquet of flowers that had almost lost all its moisture placed in front of the photo frame, and the series of footprints in front of the photo frame, which continued until the room was damaged. Big hole footprints...
All the wizards who came to pay homage to the Potters left their flowers on the wooden signs and flower stands specially prepared by the Ministry of Magic. However, one person unexpectedly entered the room and placed flowers in front of the Potter family portrait. A bouquet of flowers...
"Hey, something's wrong--"
Finally finding some clues, Amosta was undoubtedly in a happy mood. He stared at the bunch of yellowing white lilies. Before he could get closer, a strange feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.
"Isn't Black the traitor who caused the death of the Potters? Why...? Could it be that he was repenting for his betrayal... Oh, I understand. This is where Voldemort finally failed. So, he was... In memory of my master..."
Amosta's slightly frowned brows widened, and he was very proud of his wit. He glanced across the room, and his eyes stayed on the pile of rubble on the bed for a few seconds. After confirming that there was no trap, he floated into the room and stopped at the photo frame. forward.
Because it was exposed to the outdoors, there was much less dust on the floor in the room than on the first floor. There was only a thin layer. When his eyes fell on the broken glass covering the blurry photo, Amos unconsciously Ta's eyebrows narrowed a lot again. He raised his head again and inspected everything in the room. After a while, he bent down and fiddled with the gravel on the bed a few times...
"It's very dry, it hasn't rained here lately--"
Amosta stared at the dust without a trace of moisture in his palm, his expression solemn.
"So...."
He lowered his head and stared at the radial traces of dried water droplets on the broken glass covered with a thin layer of gray, and narrowed his eyes.
"I shed tears..., but this is not quite right..."
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