Boom!
A deafening thunder resounded through the mountains and valleys, making the world tremble!
In an instant, majestic rain enveloped the world, and the sparkling lake surface was rippled by the strong wind and rain. Lightning flashes flashed across the rows of towers of Hogwarts, making the dark castle look extremely pale.
The heavy rain caused the lake water to rise rapidly, and it was submerged above the bank in the blink of an eye. But when the raging river was about to touch Amosta and Dumbledore, who were standing facing each other in the rainstorm, it automatically diverted and flowed elsewhere.
The darkness is already ready to remain silent?
"Have you decided?"
Amosta thought of his previous speculation. Harry has spent nearly half of his learning career at Hogwarts, and at some point in the future, Voldemort will choose an opportunity to return. Dumbledore obviously wanted to see more clearly. He had already noticed from some clues that this moment of disaster could no longer be prevented.
"What prompted you to make this determination?"
Before Dumbledore could answer the first question, Amosta asked the second question.
"During the two months you left Hogwarts—"
Facing Amosta, Dumbledore did not need to be vague. He said calmly,
"Severus has warned me many times in private. The secret magical connection between him and Tom in the past made him aware that Tom was getting stronger——"
"A hidden magical connection?"
Amosta's brows moved. He knew that Professor Snape had worked for Voldemort before, but what about the magical connection?
"The Dark Mark, I assume you have heard of this intimate mark that exists between Tom and his disciples."
Dumbledore said concisely and concisely,
"Tom obviously got some kind of help, which helped him get rid of a little bit. Twelve years ago, after he was deprived of his body by the rebounding curse, he could barely survive because of the Horcrux. Judging from what I know about him, he will definitely not be satisfied, and he will try his best to get back the magic power he once had."
"What help, who is helping him?"
In today's wizarding world, if you ask who knows the most clearly about Voldemort's situation, it is undoubtedly the old man in front of him who has stood in the world for hundreds of years. In this regard, Amosta is far inferior to Dumbledore.
Amosta's eyes were focused on Dumbledore's blue eyes.
"I don't know everything, Amosta -" Dumbledore forced a smile on his lips, "but no matter what time, Tom can always get help."
"What do you think he's going to do?"
"I've already said, Amosta, although my dying head holds a lot of information, I don't know everything. Many times, I can only rely on guesswork to deduce the direction of development of things-"
"Then just take a guess, Principal Dumbledore. It's not a big deal if you guess wrong anyway--" Staring at the helplessness on the old face next to him, Amosta smiled.
The world is turbulent and dark, and the Shiran in Amosta's smile is like a beacon of light, which also removes some of the worries and depression in Dumbledore's heart. He is a head taller than Amosta. He lowered his head and looked at that extremely young but strangely calm face. Unconsciously, the lines on his forehead faded a lot.
"Well, since you ask so, Amosta—" Dumbledore's voice became lighter, "then let's take a guess."
After a pause in his tone, Dumbledore did not express his guess, but instead asked,
"You know something about Horcruxes, Amosta. I think you should also know what methods can be used to help wizards who have Horcruxes but have lost their bodies to regain their former magic power?"
For a moment, Amosta searched the vast magical knowledge stored in his mind, and as the knowledge passed by his eyes, Amosta's eyebrows gathered slightly.
Not because they can’t be found, but because there are so many!
Modern systems, ancient systems, complete or incomplete, magic that can help a wandering soul regain its body is not unique.
No one dares to say that they are proficient in all magical knowledge. No matter Dumbledore or Amosta, they want to identify a magic that Voldemort may use.
Amosta stared deeply into Dumbledore's bright eyes. Suddenly, something moved in his heart:
"Do you think he'll take advantage of Harry?"
"This is the most likely-"
Dumbledore turned his gaze and looked in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
"I guess Tom has tried his best over the years to understand why his magic failed on Harry, and now he should at least understand something."
Dumbledore obviously didn't want to talk more, but based on this information, he had a pretty good guess.
It is also reasonable to understand why Dumbledore asked himself to remain silent about what might happen at Hogwarts in the next school year.
Many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind instantly, but in the end, this sentence came out of his mouth.
"Then have you considered that Harry may still die, Headmaster?"
Dumbledore was silent. After a long time, he said tiredly,
"I can't foresee everything, but I will try my best to ensure Harry's safety, Amosta, and this will also require your help. Perhaps, you will think that I will send a child who is only in fourth grade to the worst school in history. It is a despicable act in front of a dangerous dark wizard——"
"No -" Amosta shook his head, "This is your most admirable quality."
The clouds cleared and the rain cleared, and the sun shone down on the earth again.
At the school gate, Sirius squeezed in through the big iron gate. He saw Amosta and Dumbledore by the lake from a distance.
"By the way, Amosta—"
Glancing at Sirius who was trotting over, Dumbledore suddenly said,
"I don't know why you insist on skipping the Ministry of Magic and going to Azkaban, but for the prisoners held there, I hope you will try not to interfere with their peaceful lives."
"I'll pay attention."
Amosta stepped forward and walked towards Sirius with a smile on his face. He waved towards Sirius and asked enthusiastically,
"I heard that you went to negotiate with the Dursleys. How was it? How was the result?"
"of course!"
Sirius, who was forced to retreat from his seat in the classroom, could not see any dejected temperament. He jogged all the way and said with joy,
"Harry is right, those Muggles are really not popular."
Sirius' eyes jumped over Amosta's shoulder, glanced at Dumbledore not far away, and lowered his voice,
"I threatened that annoying family. If Harry was targeted or treated unfairly when he was at their house, I would personally come to their house and blow up their house to the sky!
I told them that I escaped from prison, so I didn't care about a few more lives. You should have seen the reaction of that family, Amosta, that little boy who was almost as fat as a baby whale. I was so scared that I peed my pants! "
To be honest, Amosta didn't quite agree with Sirius's approach, but he didn't express any opinions of his own and smiled casually.
"How are you preparing?"
"You can go at any time--"
Sirius said cheerfully.
(End of chapter)
