"Please come in--"
Amosta glanced at the door, stood up, walked to the closet, put the locket in his pocket, and said softly.
The door opened with a sharp creak of the rusty door shaft, and Sirius walked in slowly. When he saw Amosta who had already gotten up, his unshaven face showed a little surprise.
"Oh, you're up already? I thought I was here to call you for breakfast."
"I'm more energetic than you think -" Amosta smiled.
"It's also crazier than I imagined."
Sirius also smiled. He was referring to the act at the end of last night when Amosta destroyed the cave and released the Muggles whose bodies were bound.
"I can't understand you a little bit-"
Sirius closed the door, turned around and walked to the desk. On one side, his curious eyes wandered around the table full of books, and on the other side, he said casually in a purely casual tone,
"Sometimes. Well, some of your qualities are undoubtedly pure Slytherin. To be honest, I'm not very likable, but sometimes."
Halfway through the words, Sirius tilted his head and frowned, as if he was thinking about how to describe it. After a long delay, he said slowly,
"How should I put it? It's quite interesting. I mean, you and Snotlout, oh, that Snape guy are not the same thing."
Looking at Amosta who was smiling quietly, Sirius pursed his lips and looked at the covers of some books aimlessly, speaking in a nonchalant tone.
"When you left before, Remus talked to me about you. He said that you are actually a very kind wizard. However, you like to hide your kindness in your heart and don't like to show it. I didn't quite agree with it at that time.
But last night. I have to admit that without you, Remus, Kreacher, and I wouldn't have been able to find Regulus. We would most likely have died there. Moreover, you spent so much effort. Help those Muggle souls to be freed. Anyway, I have to express my gratitude to you. "
"Oh, I'm not like you-"
Amosta smiled. He came to the table and packed the magic books on the table one by one.
"I'm not as pure as you."
"Remus said that you are a bit like Dumbledore. Having powerful magic is only one aspect, and it is always difficult to see through--"
Amosta's hand froze in mid-air for a moment, and then returned to normal.
"Is this a compliment or an insult to me?"
The dust floating in the sunlight like thousands of golden threads was disturbed by Sirius' hearty laughter, and became panicked.
Sirius revealed his plan on how to place Regulus. He invited Amosta to attend Regulus's funeral. After all, without him, Regulus would not know how to live in a dark cave. How many years to stay.
"Although you are not from the Order of the Phoenix, Amosta-" Sirius said sincerely, "but you are more qualified than anyone else to appear at Regulus's funeral."
Amosta had no reason to refuse, and he readily agreed.
The magic books on the table and some research manuscripts of unknown wizards were put back into the bag by Amosta. The table became tidy again. There was only a picture album that had nothing to do with magic lying at the foot of the table. Amosta stared at that book. There was a slight silence on the bound picture album, but in the end he did not pick it up, but threw it into the paper basket next to the soft chair, waiting for Kreacher to naturally deal with it when he came to clean the room.
This picture album is a souvenir picture album of Muggle attractions. During the summer vacation, he and the woman Vitia Cliona went to the door of the Isle of Avalon, a huge rock on the Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire. When visiting the Stonehenge site, in order to understand some of the historical background of Stonehenge, Amostado spent seven pounds to buy it.
When he was looking for research materials just now, Amosta found this picture album that had not been discarded in his bag. But now, the picture album is useless, and Amosta does not intend to keep it anymore.
Such behavior naturally attracted Sirius's attention. He looked down at the picture album cover in the wastebasket and suddenly showed a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm, this is a Muggle photo style, right? The pattern in the album looks a bit familiar?"
Amosta was stunned for a few seconds. He followed Sirius's gaze and realized what he was talking about. However, he was not surprised by this.
"The famous Muggle tourist attraction, the historic Stonehenge, maybe you have been there before."
Amosta said this, turned around and walked to the closet. After putting the storage bag into the secret pocket on the chest of the wizard's robe, he took off the robe and the lining sweater.
"Sorry, Sirius, I'm going to change my clothes, can I trouble you?"
Amosta's previous explanation did not make Sirius feel relieved. He knelt down and picked up the picture album directly from the paper basket. His confused eyes looked through the slits of his eyes and fell on those simple lines. But it is on a stone pillar that exudes a primitive atmosphere.
This scene also made Amosta's heart beat. He suddenly remembered the words of Vitia Cliona: This Stonehenge is broken, and the few missing stone pillars are the key to opening the ruins. A long time Here, we found a stone pillar, but still couldn't complete it
Could it be that?
Amosta came to Sirius' side with silent steps, remaining quiet and restrained.
"I've seen this pillar."
After a long wait, Sirius, who looked unhappy, finally gave his answer.
"Oh, really?"
The trip to Avalon Island brought endless confusion and worry to Amosta. All along, he had been thinking about finding Vitia Cliona, hoping to confirm some of his guesses from her mouth. He had no clue to answer the confusion. For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hang up a commission with Kakus, just to find traces of Cliona or the Druid cult, but so far, Kakus has not given any feedback. Any information to him.
But I didn't expect that today, I would get some clues from Sirius's mouth.
Amosta's eyelids twitched fiercely. He looked as calm as water and asked softly,
"Where is it?"
"Azkaban."
There was a deep gloom in Sirius' tone, and he said simply and directly.
This answer is both surprising and reasonable.
Sirius stayed in Azkaban for twelve years. Before that, it was impossible for him to have much image of an ordinary stone pillar.
Before Amosta could ask, Sirius explained himself,
"I think you must have heard that Azkaban is an island in the sea. You can't find any place more desolate than that island. Except for the prisoners and those ghosts guarding the prison, the island There is nothing alive on it.”
Sirius' tone was full of disgust;
"There is a spiral tower deep underground in the center of the island. The rooms in the building are prison cells where prisoners are imprisoned. Because of those ghosts, there is never a sunny day on the island, and the only way we can see the outside is through a similar hole on the wall. There is only a hole as big as a palm,
Most of the wizards imprisoned there have had their brains damaged by dementors. I am one of the few who can occasionally wake up, but you know, Amosta, there are no books, newspapers, or books there. Wizard chess or other sports are used to kill time, so being conscious is actually a greater torture for the prisoners there."
Amosta imagined the environment there for a moment, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Sirius.
"Then where is the stone pillar you mentioned?"
"It's right on the edge of the island, where it meets the sea."
Sirius said gloomily,
"There seemed to be other buildings on the edge of the island before, but they were probably washed away by the waves later, leaving only the ruins of a large building. The ruins were submerged under the sea all year round, but every once in a while, they would be exposed to the air. Inside, by then, you will be able to see a stone pillar in the ruins that looks similar to the one in this album. Of course, that stone pillar may have been just used to support the original building, but it was fixed very firmly, so it was not destroyed. The sea water washed away——"
(End of chapter)
