Midnight, moonlight.
The cold night wind whistled in the courtyard, and the owls, excited by the nightfall, fluttered their wings one after another. They flew through the air in a gliding posture, leaving ghost shadows on the ground.
As soon as he returned to the Owlery, Scabbers immediately took out the Marauder's Map from the hole, lying on the window sill and looking at it in the moonlight, but his eyes looked back and forth on the paper many times, but he did not find Sirius's name appearing on it.
Where did Sirius hide?
Over the past few days, Peter had asked himself this question countless times, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a reasonable answer.
Staring in the direction of the werewolf's station, Peter's little eyes showed a hint of hesitation.
Should he continue to hide and wait for Sirius to reveal himself, or should he find a way to lure Sirius out and kill him? Both methods had pros and cons. For a moment, Peter, who had no choice but to make a decision, sighed deeply.
"If you're not happy to leave me in the castle, Amosta, I wouldn't mind living in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. You know, my Animagus form isn't that easy to spot,"
As soon as he opened the office door, Sirius appeared in front of Amosta. He put on a sad and melancholy face and said feebly,
"But you don't have to use this method. I mean, starve me to death!"
"Oh, sorry!" Amosta showed surprise at first, and then immediately apologized, "I forgot about you."
Although he is no longer a professor, Amosta still has the authority to command the house elves. He ordered the house elf in the kitchen to bring a few pieces of steak, but the attentive house elf overinterpreted the word "a few pieces". Meaning, they removed almost all the ribs from a cow, and even his desk couldn't fit the large tray of steaks.
Sirius squatted on the ground, devouring the food on the coffee table, while Amosta sat on his seat, holding a cup of green tea, looking at the empty surveillance wall opposite, with a thoughtful expression. .
This strange state soon caught Sirius's attention. He looked sideways at Amosta, and the chewing movement in his mouth gradually slowed down.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Amosta suddenly came to his senses. He noticed the concern in Sirius's eyes, lowered his eyes and smiled.
"Nothing. Oh, by the way, did anything happen today?"
Seeing that Amosta was unwilling to say anything, Sirius was visibly disappointed, but he also knew that Amosta was not Remus or James, and he could not ask him to tell him everything.
After a short silence, Sirius said in a soothing tone,
"Harry and his two friends came here after dinner today. They knocked on the door for a while and then left disappointed."
Thinking of Harry's respectful attitude towards Amosta, Sirius couldn't help but feel a little envious and a little sad. He was obviously Harry's godfather, but now the two were indeed 'enemies'.
"I guess he wants me to help him identify the Firebolt you gave him."
Thinking of what happened in the evening, Amosta nodded slightly and said clearly,
"The first weekend of school is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. This match is very important to Gryffindor. If they lose, they will lose the chance to win this year's Quidditch Cup. , this little guy probably can’t wait to prove that this Firebolt has nothing to do with you.”
"perhaps--"
Sirius' tone was still very disappointed;
"You can tell him that the Firebolt was a gift from you, Amosta."
Glancing at the self-pitying Sirius, Amosta smiled.
"I don't have the shame to take away your credit. Well, he will probably come to me tomorrow. At that time, I will help him check it out. After I find Peter and the problem with you is clear, I can talk to him myself."
The candlelight in the office was extinguished, and only the extinguished embers in the fireplace still emitted a faint firelight. Sirius fell asleep on the sofa wearing an old robe, while Amosta was still leaning on the desk. For a while, he was deducing the structure of the blood curse from beginning to end. For a while, he put down his pen and crossed his arms across his chest in deep thought.
This is the case with magic research. It takes countless nights of 'useless work' before the final light comes on.
Tonight, Amosta clearly had no inspiration.
It was already two o'clock in the morning. Amosta finally closed his book and stood up. He walked to the bed and changed into pajamas. When he was about to lie down, he found that he was not sleepy at all.
The Hogwarts campus late at night is filled with a mysterious atmosphere. This mystery comes from both magic and the castle's thousands of years of history.
Amosta put his hands behind his back and looked at the west tower that overlapped the bright moon for a long time. Unconsciously, a little sarcasm appeared on his lips.
Peter Pettigrew was probably still guarding the map in the Owlery all night long, trying to pinpoint Sirius's location, right?
Today, Amosta found a lot of gains. He found the location of the group of werewolves led by Greyback. To be honest, he had never expected that this group of werewolves actually lived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
Aren't they afraid of being blamed by Dumbledore, or do they think they are hiding well and are sure Dumbledore can't find them?
If it was the latter, then Amosta could only say that these wolf cubs were too innocent.
Dumbledore's transcendent status is not only among wizards, but also among half-wizards. The location where they live is neither close nor far from the tribe of centaurs, and as centaurs with a strong sense of territoriality, , it is unlikely that they knew anything about the werewolves not far from the tribe.
Although the Ministry of Magic has an office for centaurs, given the degree of separation between centaurs and the magical world, it is impossible for them to respond to the situation like the Ministry of Magic. However, as the principal of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, they are most likely to I will mention the situation to him.
As for why Dumbledore didn't deal with it.
Judging from what Amosta knows about him, he probably thinks that since werewolves exist, there is a reason for their existence. As long as they don't harm the little wizards in the school, then he doesn't mind giving them a certain degree of survival. Space is like the underground world in Knockturn Alley, where there are many dark wizards who commit heinous crimes, but as long as they do not crazily challenge the stable order of the magical world, Dumbledore will not take the initiative to kill them all.
But Amosta had no intention of letting go of this group of werewolves. The key to why he didn't immediately crush them to ashes today was Peter Pettigrew.
What Peter Pettigrew planned to do was not difficult to guess.
In fact, Amosta could ignore this guy's inner calculations, directly control him, call Dumbledore back, and send him to the Ministry of Magic for trial. But before taking action, one of Dumbledore's previous commissions jumped into his mind. The thoughts in his mind temporarily stopped him.
It was early November. After his patronus encountered the dementors and mutated, he had a conversation with Dumbledore. At the end of that conversation, Dumbledore hoped that if he left school, Here, if Amosta discovers Black's whereabouts, Harry and his friends can be involved to a certain extent.
Amosta knew that Dumbledore hoped to use this to train Harry, but the previous process of capturing Sirius had no chance for Harry to test it, and then it was discovered that Sirius was innocent, so he could only give up.
But now, in his eyes, Peter has nothing to hide, and the dangers are within his control. Amosta feels that it is better to practice these three little guys.
Perhaps it was the cold wind that poured into the room from the open window sash, coupled with the twelve years in prison, Sirius slept very uneasily on the sofa. Apologizing like this, one can imagine who the people who appeared in his dream were.
"Then let's play together -"
Amosta turned around and walked towards his bed with a smile on his face, but suddenly, he frowned and looked strange,
"Why do I feel more and more like some old man?"
(End of chapter)
