boom!
Dust was flying, and in an instant, Amosta returned to the bedroom on the second floor of the Potter family's old house.
The remaining sunlight in the sky was obscured by several houses. Inside the broken bedroom, the darkness was rippling as softly as water. The tip of Amosta's staff emitted a bright light, dispersing the darkness that enveloped it. His sharp sight fell on The footprints extend from the big cracked hole all the way to the picture frame.
The flowers were sent by Professor Snape, and the tear stains on the cracked frame... were most likely left by Professor Snape. There was no problem with either of these. The problem was with the set of footprints.
The series of footprints left on the floor covered with a thin layer of dust in Amosta looked solemn.
Before leaving, he suddenly thought of a question. After all these years, would Snape only come to mourn his former love this year?
Impossible. If everything is as he guessed, Snape probably comes here several times a year. So why is there only this series of footprints in the room and nothing else strange?
Washed away by the rain? Amosta looked up at the ceiling, which was mostly intact, and rejected this guess.
Or maybe Professor Snape had never entered the room before, but was disturbed by the fact that Sirius Black, who killed the Potters, had escaped from prison, so he broke into the room?
Amosta couldn't deny this possibility, but his intuition told him that it was not the case.
What supports his intuition is his understanding of Severus Snape. Because of those unbearable past events, this man has been accustomed to hiding himself for so many years, whether it is his true inner thoughts or his deeds. , are all like this.
According to his guess, Snape should have entered this bedroom many times, but every time he left, there would be magic to cover his whereabouts so that no one would notice... It was not to prevent anyone, but just because he didn't want anyone to notice. Know.
If this is really the case, then the owner of this series of footprints...
Amosta raised his wand and tapped his temple---supersensory spell!
In an instant, the world suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, the fine dust on the ground seemed to turn into pebbles, and even the vague and non-existent sound of the air movement became extremely clear.
Amosta seemed to suddenly turn into an experienced Muggle police detective, using his vicious eyes and sharp brain to analyze everything in his field of vision, trying to find more traces.
In fact, if Amosta had arrived earlier and the traces of personal magic power still remained in the air, then he would still have some methods to use, but too much time has passed, and the magic power naturally flowing in the space has disappeared. The magic traces left in the unconscious state, Amosta had to use this 'stupid' way to find clues.
Starting from approaching the photo frame, and looking closer to the entrance of the cave inch by inch, Amosta observed the footprints on the ground, trying to find the traces left by the owner of the footprints.
Suddenly, his focused gaze fell on the cut-off wall below the entrance of the cave. He quickly drifted over and leaned over to take out a small strand of silk thread from a sharp wooden board. The thread was gray-white, with stains on the surface. You could smell it if you smell it carefully. There was some slight odor. Amosta held the thread and looked back and forth. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth curved.
This kind of fabric is quite familiar to Amosta. More than two months ago, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who made the front page of the Prophet's daily edition for the last time in his life, was wearing clothes of this color, which was very eye-catching.
Now, the sun has completely submerged under the horizon, and every household in the uncontested village is lit with dim candles. Only the sound of the breeze singing in the wilderness is getting louder and louder.
In order to avoid attracting attention, Amosta extinguished the fluorescence on the tip of the staff, used the Disappearance Charm to hide his figure, left the Potter's old house, wandered around for a few times, and walked into a remote place where no one entered or left. Dark alley.
The two or three feet long silk thread did not fall to the ground after leaving Amosta's finger, but stayed steadily in mid-air. As the wand moved mysteriously, the silk thread gradually pulverized into a small, thin ball. On the ground, an aura as transparent as pure water appeared in front of Amosta.
Amosta stared at the harvest of this trip, his eyes became solemn, and he whispered,
"Looking for the origin--"
call---
The transparent aura that gathered into an irregular mass showed waves in front of Amosta's eyes, and slowly moved in a certain direction. However, before Amosta could catch up, the aura turned back and headed towards It moved in the other direction, and so on, like a headless fly, bumping around everywhere.
Amosta narrowed his eyes, silently thinking about why this situation occurred.
There are three possibilities. First, Blake is probably very vigilant. Just like when he was active as a golden viper, he was attached with some magic that prevents tracking and location and secret curses, which makes it impossible to directly locate his location. .
Second, Black is currently in a place protected by powerful magic, isolated from all tracking magic.
Third, the aura carried by the thread itself is very weak. After another month, if Blake is in an area with a strong or mixed magic magnetic field, it will be equally difficult to locate it.
So, which possibility would it be? Amosta leaned against the earth wall with his arms folded, quietly staring at the chaotic atmosphere.
"The first possibility... is that Black needs to get at least a wand. Well... for him, with the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors fully pursuing him, he might be caught at any time. It is very dangerous to attack a wizard and seize the wand... After hiding for so long without being discovered, Black must be very cautious and will most likely not do this..."
After thinking briefly, Amosta ruled out the first possibility, and the second and third possibilities were actually not much different. If these two situations were really the case...
Amosta cracked the knuckles of his index finger, which means that Black is most likely to have appeared in Hogsmeade, the Forbidden Forest, or has ambushed Hogwarts...
Thinking of this, the aura lingering around Amosta became sharp.
Amosta wanted to capture Black. The sky-high bounty from the Ministry of Magic was only one of his goals. He also wanted to avenge Potter, who had an affair with him, and restore the stable order of the underground world as soon as possible. Godric After a trip to the valley, there is one more reason.
That is to avenge Professor Snape's former love. Although it overlaps with the above reasons, the actual meaning is different.
"Well..., the contract between me and Remus Lupin... After catching Black, I will inform Professor Snape first and let him kill Black. Maybe it can alleviate some of the depression in his heart... .”
Amosta stopped the almost dissipated aura. After thinking about it, he sealed the aura in a strand of gray hair on top of his head. If Blake appeared in a certain area near him, then this strand of hair would Silk will react in a certain way.
Thinking that Black might have been entrenched near Hogwarts, Amosta felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He raised his wand and prepared to apparate back to Hogsmeade. In the next period of time, he might Like the dementors, he should spend some time patrolling the village every day.
boom--
At this moment, the dim light from the glass windows of a Muggle home a hundred feet away suddenly went out, plunging the entire house into darkness.
Amosta was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. Muggle technology was advancing rapidly, but it had not yet reached the level he had reached when he traveled through time in his previous life. In his memory a long time ago, it was when he was living in the countryside as a child in his previous life. At night, , we often encounter such embarrassing situations.
Some memories of the past made Amosta feel a little happier. He withdrew his gaze and prepared to leave. But before his body was embedded in nothingness, a passage from Tonks a few days ago suddenly jumped into his mind.
"--Black's ancestral home is protected by many ancient and powerful magics...cannot enter..."
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