At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Amosta stopped and looked at Hagrid's house, the humble cabin had no lights and no magic, and it seemed that Hagrid was not inside.

As we all know, the hunting ground warden at Hogwarts is one of Albus Dumbledore's most trusted henchmen, and many times, Dumbledore will hand over some extremely important and private matters to this seemingly rugged, but always reliable big man at critical moments.

Amosta wasn't sure if Hagrid was out on errands or patrolling the Forbidden Forest, so to make sure he wouldn't be disturbed, Amosta walked a little further south before striding into the woods.

The dense forbidden forest was dark and silent, except for the click of feet stepping on dead leaves, even the cold wind of winter was suppressed and extinguished here.

Amosta kept walking deeper into the woods, stray off the winding path, skirting a felled woodyard now covered with mossy stumps, until he turned and looked, and saw no more of the castle's light, and then stopped his progress and stepped onto a large, smooth bluestone.

"This is it, Grandma Felena."

Amosta said to the old man whose smile was forever fixed on the photo, and then he placed the photo on the ground, propped up by a broken branch.

"According to the custom of the world where I used to exist, at midnight on the seventh day after death, the soul will have an opportunity to return to this world to visit his family on earth,"

Amosta shook his sleeve, and a twelve-inch-long, ebony, wand core was the dragon's heart nerve, and a well-maintained wand slipped into his palm.

He pointed his wand at the ground, and a fist-sized piece of gravel at his feet immediately floated and swirled into an orange-yellow copper basin in a rapid trembling shadow.

"At this time, the living family members will pay tribute to their deceased relatives in a way --"

Amosta sat down cross-legged, not feeling the discomfort of the slippery, cold bluestone on his ass.

He pulled out a cloth bag from his bosom, which Amosta had bought from the Deves Bans magic shop in Hogsmeade for two gold gallons, which had been expanded by the Traceless Stretch Charm, and because it was not expensive, it had limited initial space.

However, after a second refinement, it is now large enough to fit a small car, and it also has the ability to sort and order items in batches.

"I wonder if you'll like it?"

A large stack of yellow paper and a mountain of gold ingots were poured out and scattered on the ground.

"Peng!"

The golden flame ignited out of thin air quickly ate away at the yellow paper and hand-folded gold ingots in the copper basin, and the scorching breath quickly scorched the edges of the clear yellow copper basin, and at the same time, dried the moisture in the wet and cold air.

The light and shadow of the flames hit the glass sheath, reflecting a slightly pale face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be by your side in my last days, it's probably going to be the biggest regret of my life."

Amosta moved her chapped lips and said to the old man smiling in the flames as she added paper to the basin,

The flames flickered, and the golden light and shadow swayed, making the old man in the photo seem to move like a magic portrait, softly comforting the sad young man.

"—If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of that woman about sixteen years ago, and I would never have had the opportunity to get to know this wonderful world."

The biting north winds squeezed into the fire-shrouded area, and they gently ruffled the ends of Amosta's hair like an invisible hand caressing the top of his head.

Amosta stared at the photo and whispered the secrets hidden deep in his heart, those absurd things, no matter how close people could not speak, only in the face of deceased relatives, Amosta can have no scruples.

The moon gradually faded away like the horizon, and in the second half of the night, the fog swept from the depths of the Forbidden Forest shrouded everything in a faint haze, and the leaves of the trees were covered with fine broken ice, and the branches hung in despair.

"What do you think he's doing, Prian?"

Because of his lack of ground, Amosta lost his former alertness, not realizing that twenty feet behind him, two men with broomsticks and wearing red Gryffindor jerseys had been quietly watching him for a while.

"I can't say it either, Philoya, but it looks like he's performing some kind of evil ritual... Using dark magic to summon the undead of the old man in the picture, it would probably be like this, you know, the Slytherin gang of snakes love to study this. ”

Gryffindor's fourth-year batsman, Prian, who had a round cake face and small eyes, lowered his voice and said to the girl next to him who was both a teammate and a couple,

"He's Amosta Blaine, a nerd with a very eccentric personality."

"Nerd with a quirky personality?"

With her long, pale blonde hair and a delicate appearance, Philoya moved her slender eyebrows.

"That's it," Prian puffed out his cheeks and snickered, "I've heard Haytham from Ravenclaw say that every Saturday morning when he goes to the library he sees Brian sitting in the corner of the reading area, with a large pile of books in front of him, not communicating with anyone, as if he is keen on studying, but his grades are much worse than Charlie's brother, probably because his head is not very bright." ”

Filoa let out a chuckle as she approached Prian's arms with her light wheel 1700,

"Maybe we should go back to the castle and call a professor over, kiss, we can't watch him curse a dead old man with evil black magic, can we?"

"That's not a good idea, Philoya."

Prian's little eyes flashed with banter, and he did not hesitate to refuse his girlfriend's suggestion, "Charlie, they are still playing hide and seek with that big spider in the Forbidden Forest, if we call the professor over, they will all be exposed." ”

"I heard Charlie say that his brother Bill is on duty tonight, and we can go and inform him, I don't think Bill will betray his brother."

Filoa blinked, suggesting again.

"That's a good idea, Filoa," Prian smiled wickedly as he looked at Amosta's thin back on the bluestone,

"However, I have a more interesting way to punish this evil wizard, come on, Philoa, take out your wand and let's teach him a lesson!"

There was not much left of the yellow paper and gold ingots on the ground, and he put them together with both hands, threw them all into the crimson copper basin, and whispered his final goodbye,

"—I hope that your merits in this life can be turned into blessings in the next life, Grandma Felena, the place where I lived in my last life is also a very good country, if you have the opportunity to choose, you can be born in..."

"Hey! Be judged, Dark Wizard of Slytherin! ”

The sudden shout made Amosta, who was getting out of his weak mood, stunned suddenly, and before he could come back to his senses, two spells were already roaring behind him.

"All petrified!

Pieces! ”

In the flash of light, Amosta, who suddenly woke up, had no time to think about who was sneaking up on him, he instinctively wanted to pull out his wand to fight back, but he was stunned to find that the wand was inadvertently pressed under his legs, and he sat cross-legged in front of the brazier for more than an hour, he was dizzy, and his legs were paralyzed, and he had no time to react effectively.

Damn, that's too careless!

Amosta felt hatred in his heart, and he let his body fall to one side with his left hand, and picked up his wand as he tumbled down the bluestone, he finally escaped the spell in the nick of time.

However, the picture of Grandma Felena and the brazier conjured up by Amosta were not so lucky!

Prian's petrification spell was dodged by Amosta, but he accidentally hit the brazier, and suddenly, the sky was full of flying fire snakes, reflecting the gloomy Forbidden Forest like the morning light!

And Philoya's smashing spell happened to hit Grandma Felena's last photo, and after a crisp shattering sound, the fragmented photo was swallowed by the golden fire snake and quickly turned into black ash...

As Amosta struggled to get up from the ground, the ground shattered, the edges of which were being eaten away by the flames, drifted past his eyes, and he fell limply to the ground.

His gaze followed the photograph, trance, stunned, and angry emotions alternately flashed in his light brown eyes, and when the photo turned to ashes, an angry Amosta finally raised his head to look in the direction of the spell, slowly but firmly raising his wand...

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