The three of Harry had left, and only Amosta was left in the office, the candlelight flickering, and the dark shadows reflected on the walls swaying, and he silently watched the surveillance wall until the three of them returned to the common room before retracting his gaze.

The weather at the beginning of March was not the cold that soaked through the bone marrow, but the fire in the fireplace was still so strong, and the room was a little hot.

Amosta walked to the window and pushed it open, his eyes wandered aimlessly, for some reason, he suddenly felt that this comfortable office was quiet... It's manic.

The thousand-year-old castle still stands silently on the high ground, not far from the forest sea, witnessing countless legends that were once brilliant and bright, illuminating an era, but now they have disappeared, Amosta stared at the tumbling forest sea, and suddenly thought of Voldemort, who would even rather cut off the soul with infinite magic power in order to achieve eternity.

"Eternity?"

Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly, the universe has been dying non-stop since the day of its birth, and life is a fleeting splash in the long river of time.

For Muggles or wizards, the only thing that can always accompany a short life is loneliness... Amosta was convincing himself.

In a moment's whim, Amosta closed the window and turned around, but the moment he raised his foot, his figure stopped, and his eyebrows suddenly locked.

In the invisible magic world, stored in the space, the leisurely and rippling magic like a sea of clouds was suddenly attracted by an inexplicable force, and surged towards Amosta's body, as if a dark pit suddenly appeared under the surface of a calm lake, and a vortex suddenly appeared on the surface of the water.

Amosta's handsome face was slightly painful, and his pupils in his lilac eyes turned into a rapidly rotating vortex, absorbing magic as best he could.

............

"What the hell are you planning, Dumbledore?"

In the Headmaster's office, Snape propped his hands on his desk, his two black eyes fixed on his fingers, sat in a soft chair, trying to see the clues in the pair of abyssal blue eyes.

"Oh, that's funny, Severus,"

An unfazed Dumbledore smiled in response to Snape's gaze,

"You're trying to use the Dementor on me, but forgive me for being immodest, even if I get old enough to lose my teeth and no longer be able to eat candy, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

"Not only is Amosta puzzled, but I'm also very curious about this question, Dumbledore!"

Snape's cheeks twitched, and he stepped back slightly, his eyes no longer so rude, but his tone was still gloomy,

"From what I know of you, whether it's Amosta spying on the little wizards in the school, or what he proposes to deal with the little wizards in class, you're not going to agree... But you agreed.

Dumbledore, when did you become so forgiving, you were much more wary of Quirrell than Amosta when he was at this school last year! ”

"Severus, are you going to discuss with me the difference between Quirrell and Amosta?"

"You're avoiding the heavy, Dumbledore!"

The veins on the back of Snape's hand flared up, and his yellow cheeks flushed red.

"The tolerance you show towards Amosta is not at all your usual style, I can't think of any possibilities other than what you're thinking about!"

Fawkes was so familiar with this kind of shouting that it was about to come every once in a while, and it didn't even open its eyes when it was sleeping, it spread its wings full of colorful light, skillfully stuffed its head into the wings, and after a soft sound, continued its sweet dream.

"Severus..."

The silver-white eyebrows and beard on Dumbledore's old face moved, and his tone was a little helpless, he was just about to explain something, but suddenly he was attracted by something, so he closed his mouth, and under Snape's puzzled gaze, he walked quickly to the window, through the frame of the carved glass sash, frowning slightly, staring at the infinite darkness.

Silence fell suddenly, and silence enveloped the uniquely styled office, and for a moment, no one spoke.

"Remarkable..."

It was about ten minutes before Dumbledore's slightly knit brows finally stretched again, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear, with a light smile in his blue eyes

"There is no doubt that in the millennium since the time of the four great founders, you have probably been the most outstanding student at Hogwarts..."

Call...

The turbulent magic calmed down, and Amosta let out a long sigh of relief, and when he came back to his senses, he found that in just ten minutes, his fleece shirt and wizard's robe were soaking wet!

"What is this?" Amosta smiled ridiculously,

"I'm like... Epiphany? ”

For wizards, after the initial period of magic riot in childhood, the magic power in the body has entered a state of steady growth with age, unless, taking some potions with great side effects or dangerous modifications to your body, ordinary magic power replenishment potions can only make the magic power in your body increase slightly, and, after the effect of the medicine, it will be immediately beaten back to its original form.

Maybe it's because the wizard's lineage has been severed, or maybe no one has figured out the trick of interfering with the growth of magic at all, in short, every opportunity to achieve leapfrog growth of magic is available but not sought.

"Could it be that I can't stand the loneliness anymore, and I really should find myself a partner?"

Remembering that Amosta had just entered a rare process of magic growth due to the change in mood, he shook his head and smiled,

"No, women only affect my cast speed!"

Amosta, who had calmed down, said to herself.

Suddenly, Amosta's eyelashes moved, and his perception increased, and he realized that under the dark curtain, someone seemed to be peeping at him, and he stared out the dark window, his gaze pointing to the location where the peeping sensation came from.

After a long time, Amosta's condensed eyes finally froze, and he took out the teapot from the shelf on the fireplace, and saluted the hot teacup from afar like outside the window.

"To the Lone Wanderer--"

Amosta chuckled softly, and then drank the cup of hot tea.

...........

"Do you think?"

On Monday afternoon, at the beginning of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the first and second years, Hermione squinted at Amosta, who was more agile than usual on the high platform, and her eyes flashed with suspicion, and she said to Harry and Ron behind her,

"Professor Bryan's eyes are darker than they were last night?"

"I've never been able to figure out why Professor Bryan's eye color is different from what he was in school—"

Even with his eyes, Harry, whose eyesight was not as sharp as Hermione, shrugged his shoulders, but Ron nodded hesitantly,

"Maybe he had nightmares because he wrote too many replies to Lockhart's big liar fans last night and didn't get a good night's sleep?"

Hermione glared at Ron fiercely, for his ridiculous speculation,

"Maybe next weekend, we can ask him, Professor Bryan is a very talkative person, maybe he will tell us."

The formal class was about to begin, and after Hermione jotted down the thought, she emptied her astute head and focused her eyes on Professor Brian, who was talking.