The wind and rain that had been raging for several days finally became mild, but the hazy moonlight was still faintly visible in the dense stratus clouds.
Perhaps the dementors guarding the entrance to Hogwarts were suppressed by Amosta, and the cold wind lingering in the school grounds also had a refreshing flavor.
The night is not yet deep, and many young wizards who have not yet fallen asleep are still in the lounge or dormitory talking about what happened during the day. However, the professors will not forget that Sirius Black is still lurking in the darkness and threatening the school. A certain student is watching with eager eyes.
Before entering Dumbledore's office, Amostar had already taken precautions. Tonight, Professors Hagrid and Flitwick would be guarding the school gate, while Professors Filch and Snape would also be patrolling the castle, always on guard. An unexpected situation occurs suddenly.
"Yes, Harry must die--"
Dumbledore's voice was so calm that it chilled Amosta's heart.
"so--"
Amosta sneered,
"You are raising Harry like a pig... It's ridiculous. I thought you had been hoping that Harry would defeat Voldemort one day in the future. Do you need me to do you a favor? I can rush into the school hospital and get to know him right now. life."
"Please don't get me wrong--"
Far from making Dumbledore feel threatened by Amosta's attitude, he nodded and smiled with satisfaction.
"I have some ideas... Of course, they are not perfect because there are still some key guarantees missing."
"What is guaranteed?"
"Guarantee Harry's 'safe' death." Dumbledore said, "Please forgive me for not being able to share my fantastic ideas with you yet, Amosta, but I can assure you that the prerequisite for defeating Voldemort is It was never at Harry's expense."
This is really a paradox.
If everything is as Dumbledore said, Harry is indeed Voldemort's Horcrux, then if you want to completely kill Voldemort, you must kill Harry first, but Dumbledore's statement...
Amosta lowered his eyes and stared at the swaying water in the cup, which was already turning a stale brown color... Hey, even the tea leaves are old tea, this black-hearted old man Guy...
"so--"
After a while, Amosta frowned slightly and said,
"There is actually some way to separate Voldemort's soul from Harry's soul. The way is to let Harry be...'killed'?"
"Just let me keep a little bit of a mystery, Amosta."
Dumbledore took a deep breath and refused to return to the question.
Several hours have passed since the things on the Quidditch field during the day were settled and the two people walked into the principal's office. Moreover, they have been discussing issues that consume their minds. Therefore, whether it is Dumbledore or Amosta was exhausted.
Seeing Amosta put the bottle that sealed the Dementors back into the secret bag, Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him. Like all the staff, he also strongly disliked the Ministry of Magic's arrangements around the school. these unpleasant creatures.
"By the way, Amosta--"
Amosta said goodbye and left, but Dumbledore, who stood up to greet him, suddenly stopped him.
"During my time away from Hogwarts, if Black-"
"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore, I won't let him harm any life in this school, even a mouse."
"Of course, I believe in ability, Amosta, just..."
"only?"
"That's right, before we took Harry to the real secret room set up by Slytherin, your words inspired me, Amosta, so--"
Dumbledore said hesitantly,
"So... I hope that if you find any clues about Black, I hope you can let Harry and his friends have a certain degree of involvement in capturing Black... Of course, the premise is to ensure Safety."
Amosta raised his eyebrows and asked the three little ones to participate in Blake's capture?
After thinking for a while, Amosta agreed. As long as it didn't affect his reward, it was okay to take these little guys to play with him.
"I'll take care of it, Headmaster Dumbledore."
Amosta pushed open the shiny oak door of Dumbledore's office and glanced at the two stone monsters at the door who were snoring softly and pretending not to open their eyes until he came out. His somewhat hazy thoughts were cleared.
Amosta suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to inquire about the knowledge of the 'soul perspective' mentioned by Dumbledore, as well as the clue related to the Horcrux.
"Tsk, Voldemort's Horcruxes are worth eight thousand each."
Amosta turned around and walked down the tower, sighing and thinking that if he encountered Voldemort's Horcrux again in the future, he would sell it to Dumbledore at this price...if he could find one for one hundred and eighty... .
Gee, retiring in place and reaching the pinnacle of life... It’s really a little exciting to think about it!
Dumbledore's office is in a separate small tower. Walking around the spiral staircase to the next floor, Amosta walked to the foyer, preparing to return to his post...
Oh, no, my office was watching those surveillance cameras all night long, because if Sirius Black had been secretly peeping near the castle, then he should have discovered that the dementors guarding the school gate had disappeared. Normal people would definitely not think that Hogwarts was off guard, but for a madman who had been tortured by dementors in Azkaban for twelve years, maybe he would regard tonight as an opportunity to take action.
"lie!"
Amosta was pondering his thoughts when he heard an angry low roar coming from the foyer in the distance. Judging from the voice, it was Argus Fell, Amosta's only serious subordinate. Odd... Hagrid is Dumbledore's "Hawkeye".
"What's going on, Argus?" Amosta asked as he walked quickly into the light and shadow.
Unexpectedly, in addition to Filch, Professor Snape was standing there with a sarcastic look on his face. When he saw Amosta suddenly appear, the gloom that lingered around him obviously faded away. many,
"We are interrogating the empty-headed Mr. Longbottom,"
Snape raised his chin and sneered,
"He broke the school rules and wandered around the castle and tried to break through the gate. We caught him red-handed. Amosta, do you want to listen to his ridiculous excuse?"
"Professor Blaine!"
Filch said happily,
"I think the reason why this little wizard wants to leave the castle may be because he wants to secretly report to Black... You know, you have all imprisoned the dementors, and tonight the criminal may take the opportunity to break into the castle and kill people."
Are you just looking for fun?
Amosta rolled his eyes at Filch and said to Longbottom, who was trembling in every cell in his body,
"What, then, is your explanation, Mr. Longbottom?"
"He lied about losing his wand."
Snape carefully looked at Amosta's whole body, and stared at his eyes carefully for a while. Then, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and said lazily.
"I don't have...Professor--"
Longbottom looked like he was surrounded by two hungry wolves, with trembling lips and a look of despair.
"T-that's my dad's wand. If... lost, my grandma will kill me..."
"No wizard would be stupid enough to throw his wand around, Professor Brain. Look at this little liar, he's still trying to quibble!"
Filch's roaring voice was extremely harsh in the empty castle. He looked at his leader excitedly and said earnestly,
"There are torture tools in my office, Professor Brain. If you need them, I'll get them now... Of course, you can also interrogate him in my office!"
"Lost your wand?"
Amosta held his forehead and sighed. This little guy is really confused on weekdays.
"So, you think you lost your wand on the Quidditch pitch?"
Neville nodded pitifully.
"All right--"
After looking at the dark night and Longbottom who had his arm scratched by his Xinkpunk, Amosta thought for a while and said,
"You can wait until tomorrow morning to look for wands in the playground with Mr. Argus, but for now, Mr. Longbottom, I think it would be best for you to get back to your four-poster bed and get some rest."
Hearing his words, Filch acted as if the little wizard had heard that the Halloween dinner was cancelled. His expression was ridiculously dull. Before he could express his true thoughts, he heard his boss say in a tone that could not be refused,
"Argus, please escort Mr. Longbottom safely back to where he belongs."
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