"I hope you can handle this, Amosta."
A series of light silver sharp blades descended from the dome to the ground like curtains, cutting through the earth with the force of plowing and sweeping holes. The air was also cut sharply, and the powerful magic made the space expanded by magic become Extremely unstable, everything in the field of vision is distorted and turbulent.
It has to be said that Professor Snape is a powerful wizard. Last semester, Amosta taught the young wizards in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class how the long-established secret wizards judge a person. As for the strength of this wizard, it was mentioned at the time that the seniors of the four major Hogwarts colleges were at the level of 'court wizards' in their respective fields of expertise, and in the field of actual combat, they were also worthy of this title.
In particular, Professor Snape, who is more interested in black magic, has a better practical level than the other three professors!
"How are you going to deal with this, Amosta?"
Snape finally used this magic that he invented himself and was also his best.
"How to deal with..."
Amosta pursed his lips and smiled, his playfulness suddenly rising. Under the gaze of Professor Snape, facing the fiercely attacking silver blades, he closed his eyes and opened his arms as if giving up resistance.
"Amosta!"
When those swift and sharp silver blades cut through Amosta's body like hot knives cutting through butter, and the torso was piled feebly on the ground, Snape's face suddenly turned pale, and in an instant, he let out a shrill scream. , he wanted to pounce on him as he took a step forward, but the unexpected weakness made his body weak, and he suddenly fell to the ground!
Outside the house, Dumbledore, who was quietly admiring the starry sky, shook his beard, his helplessness vaguely visible on his face.
Ahem--
With despair in his eyes and on the verge of bursting into tears, Snape suddenly froze. He stiffly turned his head to look in the direction where the cough came from, only to see another intact Amosta posing as a little wizard. After the professor discovered the prank, he tried his best to pretend that nothing happened...
Snape turned back to look at the pile of torn torsos, only to see the broken limbs floating away like phantoms...
"Illusion magic!"
The strength returned to his body, Snape gritted his teeth and stood up,
"I didn't expect you to be as good at this as Filius, Amosta!"
"Something accomplished--"
Amosta said with a smile, thanking Professor Lockhart again in his heart.
Wizards who are good at Occlumency are very resistant to this kind of magic, and Professor Snape happens to be a master in this area. If he is calm, then Amosta's illusion magic is likely to work. It had no effect, but Professor Snape, who was emotionally agitated by Black's intrusion into Hogwarts and his own appearance in Hogsmeade, was caught by him in the loophole in his mind.
For those wizards who are not very determined, illusion magic can often play an unexpected role. Just like in the Leaky Cauldron, Lucius Malfoy was completely unable to resist the illusion spun by Amosta.
After being teased by the students, Snape finally showed his true skills. He lifted up his wizard robe and rolled it forward. Dark magic enveloped his whole body, and his whole body turned into a rolling black cloud, and he jumped up directly. Half empty.
In the huge space, the rapidly moving black clouds left clear black tracks in the remaining space. Those smoke-like tracks did not dissipate as time went by, but always maintained a gathering state, and , gradually sinking, trapping Amosta like black cloud rings.
"interesting--"
Amosta stared at the rapidly shrinking black cloud rings with interest and smiled slightly,
"Teleportation is prohibited and is highly toxic... Interesting magic, Professor Snape, you never taught me this trick."
"More than that, Amosta."
Suddenly, the black clouds hovering above Amosta rolled in violently. Those misty clouds gradually became real, floating in the air like a bat. Professor Snape reappeared. He was condescending, Looking at Amosta indifferently, he said,
"If you touch these black rings, then..."
Halfway through the words, Snape's sallow face turned dark again, because a vortex of silver and black appeared out of thin air above Amosta's head. Although it was only as big as a millstone, it was as powerful as the eye of the sea and had extremely powerful magical powers to swallow it. Ability, those black cloud rings that were not very stable in shape collapsed one after another under the attraction of the sea eye, and were all swallowed up.
call--
Snape took advantage of the wind and fell back to the ground. He looked at Amosta strolling around and made no further attempts to attack.
Although it was only a few rounds of fighting, he had already used the most suitable magic to deal with opponents of all levels. The result was that Amosta's wizard robe was not even touched!
"Your defenses are indeed watertight, Amosta—"
Snape himself was also a very talented wizard, and such a person always had arrogance in his heart. Seeing that he was so easily surpassed by the students he had protected, his thoughts were inevitably complicated.
"But that doesn't mean you can--"
Boom!
A sudden low hum interrupted his words again. In the last second, Snape only saw Amosta smiling and raising his wand in preparation for a strike. Then, the uncontrollable riot of magic power in his body made his consciousness The moment became blurry. It seemed that only a second had passed, and it seemed that a long time had passed. Snape, who was rich in practical combat experience, raised his wand the moment he regained consciousness, and instinctively placed an iron armor barrier in front of him, but he only raised his arm halfway. Another young hand suddenly pressed his wrist. ŴŴŴ.
Snape turned his head in confusion and met a familiar face with a gentle smile.
He lowered his head and looked at the captured wrist again. For some reason, Snape was in a trance. He suddenly recalled that night in the Forbidden Forest six years ago. At that time, he seemed to be holding down Dumbledore who was about to take action again in this way. profitable...
"You should trust me, Professor Snape." Amosta said in a soft voice, "No matter what the situation, you should trust me."
Staring at the young face, Snape's expression changed subtly.
Since the night when Lily died, he could no longer feel the passage of time. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that twelve years had passed since that moment when his heart was filled with despair, and he had also changed from a person who was stupid because of stupidity. The young man who made a big mistake became a mentally and physically exhausted middle-aged man...
He seems old...
............
Under the boundless starry sky, Dumbledore and Amosta stood side by side, watching Snape's back gradually disappear at the end of the road as he strode towards the castle.
"The Lone Wanderer..."
The cold wind was blowing in the middle of the night. Amosta held down the gray hair that was flying around his head and sighed for no reason.
"Severus can never escape the past--"
The look in Dumbledore's eyes was no longer clear, but also filled with turbidity and pain... Snape was not the only one who couldn't get rid of the past?
"Is it because of Harry's mother?"
Amosta asked in a positive tone.
"I'm afraid so-"
Dumbledore didn't ask Amosta where he knew this, he just said it with a sad face.
In people's eyes, Dumbledore always looks like he is omnipotent and confident, but in fact, only he knows how much helpless pain he holds in his heart.
"--If you like, Amosta, when the Sirius Black matter is over, I can talk to you two about Severus' past."
After a brief silence, Amosta nodded.
"I heard from Lupine that you have already arranged a place for me?"
"Director of the Office of Student Safety at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, what do you think of this title?"
Dumbledore blinked his clear blue eyes and showed a playful smile.
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