Weeping because of Voldemort's failure?
If you think so, it is really far-fetched. Although I have not experienced that cruel war era, but what kind of guys are the wizards who follow Voldemort and call themselves "Death Eaters"? From Gray Judging from Burke and his group of werewolves, Amosta knew something.
Sirius Black - known as the Dark Lord's top general, in order to be loyal to Voldemort, he did not hesitate to betray the Potters, and even mercilessly crushed another friend who came to pursue him.
Amosta had no doubt that Black was a man of iron heart and was absolutely loyal to Voldemort.
However, because of this, Amosta would not believe that he would shed tears here, especially after being tortured by dementors in Azkaban for twelve years, he should be only one step away from complete madness. It's understandable for a bad villain to bring flowers to his old master, but he sheds tears because of it...Does such a guy still have sadness in his heart?
Amosta stood silently in the room surrounded by ruins, frowning, lost in thought.
Did you guess wrong?
Sirius's target from beginning to end was Harry. He had never been to this place before. The bouquet of flowers and tears in front of him were not left by Black?
Judging from the dryness of this bouquet of flowers, the person who left the footprints has been gone for at least a month. Over such a long period of time, all traces of magic in the air will naturally dissipate. Otherwise, Amosta would have some means to do it. Go back a bit.
The breeze from the wilderness lingers on the criss-crossing streets of the village, and the weeds and nettles in the courtyard sway gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.
A few petals of the dried lilies in front of the photo frame also floated up into the air under the influence of this breeze, swirling in front of Amosta, and then slowly drifting down again.
Staring at these yellowed withered petals, Amosta's eyebrows suddenly moved, and he had an idea.
Five minutes later, Amosta returned to the church he passed before. Behind the church was a cemetery. Rows of tombstones of the same style were neatly arranged in the cemetery. In front of most of the tombstones, there were several The bouquets are either fresh or dried.
This cemetery was probably specially prepared for the wizards living in Godric's Hollow. Amosta came to this conclusion as he stood outside the cemetery and glanced at the words engraved on the nearest tombstones.
Although he did not know the deceased buried under the tombstone, Amosta would not have known those ancient and prominent surnames.
If there were no accidents, the Potters should also be buried here. However, Amos did not step into the cemetery to search. The purpose of his return here was not to find their tombstones, but..., Amos Ta turned around and looked towards the left front of the church, where there was a flower shop.
This small flower shop is filled with white or yellow flowers that are often used for memorials. When Amosta stood in front of the shop, a fat man in his fifties turned his back to him. The lady is gently wiping the petals of a bouquet of white roses.
This was a witch, and Amosta recognized her immediately.
"Hello ma'am, what should I call you--"
Hearing the greeting, the witch who was immersed in her own world suddenly came back to her senses, and then she realized that there were customers in her shop.
"Hello, sir, I am Yi Rui Tramon, the owner of this flower shop. How can I help you?"
"Well, Ms. Tramon, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers..." Amosta pointed at a bouquet of gentle white lilies in a flower tube on the ground behind the boss.
"Oh, is it that bunch? No problem, sir."
The fat flower shop owner was surprisingly quick. In less than two minutes, he trimmed the branches and leaves of the lily, wrapped it in an old newspaper, and handed it to Amosta's hand.
"Twenty pounds, sir--"
Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked embarrassed, "Sorry, Ms. Tramon, I only have Galleons here."
"Ah, you are from our side..."
Ms. Tramon, who had just smiled politely at first, suddenly came to her senses. She looked around to make sure there was no one around, then looked at Amosta with surprised eyes, "Are you a wizard? Oh, sir, I have to. "Your Muggle attire was so professional that I didn't recognize you at all."
When Amosta revealed his wand, Ms. Tramon had no doubts at all and started talking to Amosta very enthusiastically.
"--Oh, yes, that's right. Many wizards buy flowers from me. Are you also here to pay homage to the Potters?"
"So to say..."
Amosta handed over a few gold galleons, sniffed the flowers, and asked casually with a smile,
"A lot of wizards will come here to mourn them?"
"Of course, they are heroes, and their children defeated You-Know-Who and saved us from fear and despair,"
Ms. Tramon said in a slightly respectful tone,
"Every year, on the day when the Potters were killed, their birthdays, little Harry's birthday, and even wedding anniversaries, many wizards would come here from all over to mourn them... Well, the last wave of people came during the summer vacation. It was around the end of July. It seemed to be little Harry's birthday. Oh, I heard from the gossip that the villain Black escaped from Azkaban just to deal with him, but I think he will be safe, right? , because Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts!"
"Of course, I think the same thing as you."
Amosta smiled and nodded, and then asked curiously,
"Do you still remember..., I mean, who were the people who bought flowers from you a while ago to mourn the Potters?"
Weird question...
Ms. Tramon thought so in her heart, but she didn't pay too much attention to it, because she had encountered a lot of weird problems in the flower shop here over the years, because she was an aboriginal here. Some foreign wizards even asked her if they saw how little Harry defeated that terrible wizard who couldn't even be named more than ten years ago!
It's just a joke, is it possible that she knows this?
"Hmm...all those people?"
Telamon rolled her eyes, trying to remember. After a moment, she smiled apologetically at Amosta,
"I can't answer your question, sir--"
The flower shop owner pointed at the cemetery behind the church and said, "Look, sir, even on an ordinary day, there are many people coming here to buy flowers. I can't ask the name and identity of each customer, right?" ?”
This answer was not beyond Amosta's expectations. Moreover, even if the bouquet of flowers was really sent by Black, Amosta thought that it was unlikely that he would bear his original face. The reason why Asking is just a chance, hoping that the boss can remember some guys who seem to behave weirdly.
"In that case--" Amosta also smiled apologetically at Ms. Tramon, "please forgive me for being offended..."
The flower shop owner, who was about to end the conversation and go to take care of her own affairs, was stunned when she heard this. She stared into Amosta's eyes. Before she could ask the young wizard why he said this, she suddenly discovered that the young wizard The wizard's pair of very recognizable lavender eyes suddenly shone brightly, and then, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, an unpredictable darkness like an abyss appeared from the center of the pupils. In an instant, Telamon lost his mind. Consciousness and control over the body.
call---
From the time they met just now, Amosta flipped through the florist's memory. The frozen pictures and accelerated images contained a massive amount of information, like a wave, hitting Amosta, who was standing in the void. Come, making him narrow his eyes unconsciously.
Two days... a week, two weeks... Through Ms. Tramon's perspective, Amosta quickly grasped all the people who had appeared near the church in recent times.
Amosta has an extraordinary memory, which may be due to the superposition of his two souls, and his innate and otherworldly spiritual power. When he concentrates, he can remember the faces of each of these figures that flashed from his sight. Remember it clearly, and compare it with the wizards you already know.
The farther back you go, the blurrier the faces of those people who appear in Tramon's subconscious memory become. By the time period twenty days ago, the outlines of those people are still clear.
It’s not that Amosta can’t help Ms. Tramon recall the faces of those people, but if she does so, it might cause irreparable mental damage to this innocent woman. Moreover, those people whose faces are blurred will also be damaged. It didn't make Amosta's tense intuition tremble, so he didn't do that.
The memory continues forward, twenty-eight days, twenty-nine days, thirty days...
"I need a bouquet of lilies."
At dusk, a wizard with greasy black hair, exuding a cold aura, and a particularly deep voice appeared in front of Amosta, and the entire memory world suddenly froze!
"Professor Snape?"
In the void, Amosta silently opened his mouth in shock...
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