Amosta felt like he was back in the old days, the days when he traveled all over Europe to complete commissions.
Although the Albanian team failed, it does not mean that this journey was meaningless. On the contrary, he gained a lot. The big tree hole in the primeval forest is obviously the place where Voldemort, who frightened the British wizarding world, survived after losing his magic power.
For more than ten years, Voldemort has been lurking in that forest, but now, he has left there, and his whereabouts remain a mystery.
Amosta didn't care where Voldemort went. Before he found out how many Horcruxes Voldemort had created and destroyed all of them, there was no point even if he found the lingering Voldemort and took the opportunity to kill him.
But Amosta still used the aura on the snake scales to track it all the way.
He could ignore Voldemort's tricks.
In the previous conversation with Dumbledore, he had made it clear that he was ready to acquiesce to Voldemort's recovery of mana, and in the previous discussion, they had almost determined that Voldemort would use Harry. This means that at this stage, Voldemort is most likely planning how to get Harry.
Amosta was more concerned about why the woman Vitia Cliona got involved with Voldemort.
Although she had suffered a loss at the hands of this woman, Amosta knew very well that this Druid priestess was not an evil person. On the contrary, because of her faith, she should be a kind person who was welcomed in people's eyes. people. Voldemort is known as the most evil wizard in history, and the two are not the same person at all.
However, they still got involved.
This incident gave Amosta a very bad feeling. There was a sense of powerlessness that the situation was gradually getting out of control. At the same time, there was also a sense that the wheels of fate were moving along a predetermined trajectory, and his appearance was just an arrangement of fate. illusion.
Dumbledore definitely doesn't want to meet Voldemort now, but Amosta cannot pretend not to see this matter. He must investigate clearly. Voldemort and Vitia Cliona are completely different worlds. What was the reason for the people to join forces?
They did not choose the most convenient way to leave the Albanian forest, which was Apparition. Instead, they chose a remote path far away from the world.
After thinking about it, Amosta roughly guessed that Voldemort's current state should still be poor, and he was unable to admit the strong oppression his body suffered when he disapparated. This was a good thing, as it made tracking Amosta much easier.
Finally, after more than ten days of sleeping in the open air, Amosta finally left the wilderness. For the first time, the breath on his scales led him to a village inhabited by humans. This is a village built on hills, surrounded by large areas of farmland. There is a small, crooked road leading to a town more than ten miles away.
The sunset dyed half of the sky red, and the sun was tilting toward the horizon.
Standing on the high ground, Amosta faced the setting sun and stared at the highest mountain in the nearby area, where the majestic buildings of the past could be vaguely seen.
Little Hangleton Village.
At the entrance to the village, the words engraved on a rusty sign told him where he was now.
Just as Amosta stood at the entrance of the village and stared at the village sign, on the road behind him, a farm machinery drove over with a deafening roar and honked its horn.
Hearing the noise, Amosta turned his face sideways, smiled apologetically at the farmer in the cockpit, and then stepped aside to the side of the road.
It's getting dark now and it's time for dinner.
The villagers who had been working in the nearby fields all day rushed home for dinner. They chatted with each other in the sunset, and loud laughter could be heard from time to time in the wilderness.
Not long after entering the village, Amosta noticed something unusual.
As a stranger, Amosta was not surprised that his appearance would attract a certain amount of attention. However, the villagers here seemed to pay great attention to his appearance. Almost every villager who noticed him, no matter what he was doing before, after discovering him They all immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at him, their eyes mostly filled with vigilance and wariness, but partly curious. And after he passed by, the villagers behind him would get together and talk quietly about him. ’s back is pointing.
"Sorry, ma'am-"
After thinking for a moment, Amosta stopped and stood in the middle of the road, facing a young girl who was collecting clothes on the side of the road, smiling slightly.
"Oh, what?"
The young girl didn't expect Amosta's sudden answer. She was so startled that she almost dropped the clothes in her hands and rushed into the house. However, when she glanced at the handsome face of the gray-haired young man, she He suppressed his fear, blushed, and said tremblingly.
"I would like to know if there is a place to eat nearby?"
Amosta bowed, with a polite smile on his face, and pointed to the muddy soles of his shoes.
"I walked a long way today, maybe it's time to stop and reward my stomach--"
"oh!"
The girl was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what she was doing. She clutched her chest tightly, panted slightly and pointed Amosta in the direction.
"There. There is a Hanged Ghost Tavern there, which can provide food and drinks to travelers."
So, ten minutes later, Amosta stood in front of the only tavern in the village.
Perhaps because it was dinner time, there were not many customers in the dusty tavern. There were only a few drunken men muttering incoherently on the seats near the bar.
Amosta was sure what was happening in this village, because when he pushed the door and entered the tavern and was still looking at the furnishings in the hall, the drunken men immediately sobered up a lot and looked at him with wary eyes. .
"welcome--"
Although business was poor, the bar owner, who had few hairs left on his head, greeted him in a stiff tone and was not enthusiastic at all.
"Dear guest, what do you need?"
"call--"
Amosta pretended not to see the wary looks of these Muggles. He patted the dust on his body and let out a long sigh of relief.
"To be honest, I would rather get myself something to eat to appease my stomach. Of course, if you have Ogden aged fire whiskey here, I don't recommend having a few drinks either-"
"Ogden Aged Firewhiskey."
The bar owner and several familiar customers in his shop looked at each other, not understanding what this young foreigner was talking about.
"Oh, please don't take my word for it--"
Amosta put the suitcase on the table and smiled at the confused boss,
"I need something to eat, anything."
Three minutes later, the bar owner brought two ham sandwiches to Amosta on a chipped plate. After saying, "Please use them with ease," he trotted back to the bar.
Amosta pretended not to notice that the drunken guests were staring at the back of his head, and concentrated on the sandwich on the plate. Perhaps because he was so good at devouring it, he only took a bite of the second sandwich. Ta was choked, he coughed violently several times, his cheeks turned red.
“Ahem, I’m sorry—” Amosta patted his chest and waved towards the bar, “Can you get me something to drink?”
When the slightly sweet wine rolled into his throat, Amosta's expression returned to normal. He patted his chest, glanced at the tavern, almost blatantly guarding his guests, and smiled.
"Can I ask you something, sir?"
"What?"
The boss's fist on the bar clenched suddenly, and he responded vigilantly.
"Just a quick question -" Amosta shrugged, pointing his eyes at his wary guest, "I was thinking, I mean, I've been to a lot of places, but nowhere like Little Hangleton Village. Is it your custom or tradition to be so wary of outsiders?"
"no--"
Before the bar owner could speak, one of the drinkers sitting around said frankly,
"It's because of old Frank!"
Then, the villager who spoke was given a warning look by the bar owner.
"Old Frank?"
The smile on Amosta's face became more friendly,
"Why don't you tell me about this Mr. Frank? I'm sorry, I stayed in the wild for so long that I forgot the etiquette. Boss, please give these kind gentlemen a glass of sherry each. Forget it. My account!"
(End of chapter)
