It was a room, a messy, gray room, with peeling wallpaper, stains all over the floor, broken furniture, as if someone had smashed it, and all the windows were sealed with templates.
Amosta was suspended in mid-air, his eyes wandering around, and then his face darkened.
This was the Shrieking Shack - it only took a few seconds for Amosta to realize that he had been here for a while and there was no reason why he wouldn't recognize it.
Staring at the big dark hole at his feet, Amosta rolled his eyes speechlessly. He had already discovered this hole when he first entered this haunted house. At that time, he thought it was made by Ban Dimang. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the entrance to a secret passage leading to Hogwarts.
Is it the secret tunnel dug here by that idle and bored busybody? !
The fluorescent light reflected from the white snow penetrated into the room through the gaps between the wooden boards and reflected on Amosta's vague face. He couldn't help but think angrily.
There was no one in the house - Amosta could confirm this even without leaving the room, unless Sirius Black's magical attainments were greater than his, which was almost impossible.
In a room full of garbage and a layer of dust on the floor, there were still only the footprints of cats and dogs, but they were much clearer than those in the mud under the Whomping Willow. Amosta had already understood that the footprints of cats The footprints were indeed Crookshanks', but the dog's footprints were not left by Hagrid's teeth, but by the big stray black dog that he had once briefly glanced at.
Amosta subconsciously scratched his itchy hair and laughed out loud.
So, how many times did Crookshanks take that dog for a walk in Hogwarts?
Through the magical perspective and the warning and marking magic he had left around this house, he saw Crookshanks and the big black dog sleeping on the tattered sofa in the living room hugging each other.
This house Amosta will probably not be used again in the future. Since he came here, it was just a good time to clean up the traces of his past experiments that were left in the house.
Thinking like this, Amosta crossed over the crystal chandelier that fell on the floor, and floated out of the bedroom on the first floor like a ghost.
What a big dog, as big as a black bear!
When Amosta's curious eyes fell on the big black dog that seemed to be sleeping uneasily, he exclaimed in his heart, could this thing have the blood of a magical creature? Otherwise, how to explain the abnormal magic power in its body? And such a huge size?
Amosta stood ten feet in front of the sofa, looking at it with interest and scratching his increasingly itchy hair...
Darkness silently surrounded the screaming shack, and the elegant and comfortable snowflakes drifted away quietly as if they had received some disturbance when they approached the house.
Amosta had stopped scratching his hair, and his casually searching gaze had already contained a pressure as heavy as the abyss.
interesting...
Staring at the big black dog with trembling eyelids, a trace of self-mockery gradually appeared on the corner of Amosta's mouth.
Animagus?
The wizarding world is full of talented people.
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Godric's Hollow
In late summer and early autumn, billions of twinkling stars on the endless night cast bright starlight on the earth.
The warm warm wind lingered on the intricate dirt roads in the village, slightly blowing away the darkness that shrouded the hearts of every resident of the magical world.
In the white bungalow.
"I have to say, James, this kid looks almost exactly like you!"
Sirius was wearing a brand new sky blue robe, with neat and smooth short hair hanging naturally on his shoulders. The dim candlelight softened his heroic but too sharp facial features.
Looking at little Harry in the cradle, who had just turned one year old and was sucking his fingers, Sirius grinned happily,
"You have to grow up quickly, kid, your father and I are still waiting for you to inherit our great adventure!"
"oh!"
Lily, who was standing on the other side of the cradle, heard Sirius say this, and the loving expression on her face suddenly disappeared. She stared at Sirius angrily,
"This is exactly what I have been worried about, Sirius. If possible, I hope Harry will be a brave little wizard, but never like you and James when they were studying at Hogwarts!"
"If you expect Harry to be a well-behaved little wizard, dear"
A thin man with messy hair walked over from the living room with an eccentric smile. He gently rubbed Lily's crimson hair and then put his arm around her shoulders.
"I bet you'll be disappointed."
"yes!"
Lily glared at her husband and said,
"With you and Sirius as two good role models, I can probably imagine what Harry will be like in the future... If possible, I hope Remus can give him some positive guidance."
"Don't let Remus fool you, Lily--"
Sirius laughed happily, "He is more dishonest than you think."
Harry, who was sleeping soundly, curled his lips and cried. Lily rushed the two unreliable men to the kitchen and hummed a lullaby softly. After a while, when she also walked into the kitchen, she found that However, the expressions of her husband and Sirius were very serious.
"Things have been tough lately--"
Sirius said to Lily who was sitting down,
"I think you must have heard about the terrible things that happened to the Longbottoms. Voldemort is now targeting you. Moreover, he must have known through spies how we plan to protect you. Therefore, we must ensure that It’s all about being foolproof.”
Lily knew immediately what Sirius was talking about, it was something they had discussed before.
James unreservedly supported the suggestion made by Sirius, because Peter was also a good friend who could guarantee his wealth and life.
"There's always a risk in this, Sirius."
Lily said worriedly,
"In my opinion, it would be more appropriate for Dumbledore to be our Secret Keeper. As we all know, he is the wizard Voldemort fears most."
"Dumbledore is indeed reliable, but he already has so many things to consider. We can't rely on him for everything, can we?"
James expressed his opinion.
"Exactly,"
Sirius was happy for the tacit understanding between James and himself. He looked into Lily's green eyes and said,
"If Dumbledore's guess comes true and there is really a traitor in the Order of the Phoenix, then Voldemort should have figured out that we do not intend to let Dumbledore become the Secret Keeper. Among the remaining candidates, I am the most likely There is a high probability that Voldemort will try his best to find me, but they never dreamed that we would adjust the plan and let Peter be the secret keeper, which is equivalent to an extra layer of insurance."
If he is really caught and killed by Voldemort, Dumbledore will definitely get the news, so that he will have plenty of time to move James and his family away.
This was what Sirius had in mind, but he didn't choose to say it out loud.
In the flickering candlelight, Lily finally nodded hesitantly.
The screen suddenly changes
The bright moon hanging in the sky could not break through the blood that shrouded the deep night.
Hagrid rode on his motorcycle and disappeared into the night. Blake stood among the ruins on the second floor, looking at the place where Lily fell, and let out a heart-breaking wail.
.......
A chill hit him, and the big black dog shivered and woke up suddenly from his sleep.
Over the years, the scene of James and Lily's death has appeared in his dreams countless times. Even after twelve years, he still clearly remembers every detail.
His mind was still in a trance, regret and pain were biting his soul like poisonous snakes, everything in front of him was blurred, the big black head was hanging on his front paws, and he was crying quietly in the face of the rich darkness.
"What's the matter, Mr. Black?"
Amosta, who had been sitting for a while, waved his magic wand to dispel the illusion, looked at the big black dog lying on the sofa with tears on his face, and sneered softly,
"Did you dream about your old master who failed so badly?"
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