Bang!

The dust was flying, and in an instant, Amosta was back in the bedroom on the second floor of the Potter family's old house.

The remnants of daylight in the sky were obscured by several houses, and the shattered bedrooms were as soft as water, and the tip of Amosta's staff radiated a bright glow that dispelled the darkness that enveloped it, and the sharp gaze fell on the footprints that stretched from the cracked hole to the frame.

The flowers were sent by Professor Snape, tear stains on the cracked frames... There is a high probability that it was also left by Professor Snape, and there is no problem with this, but it is this series of footprints that are problematic.

On the floor covered with a thin layer of dust, Amosta left this series of footprints with a solemn expression.

Before leaving, he suddenly thought of the question, after all these years, Snape only came to mourn his former beloved this year?

No, if everything was as he suspected, Snape probably came here several times a year, then why, there was only this one trail of footprints in the room and nothing else?

Washed by rain? Amosta looked up at the half-intact ceiling, rejecting the speculation.

Or maybe Professor Snape hadn't entered the room before, but only broke into the room because of the escape of Sirius Black, who killed the Potters?

Amosta couldn't dismiss that possibility, but his instincts told him it wasn't.

And what supported his instincts was his knowledge of Severus Snape, because of those unbearable pasts, this man had become accustomed to hiding himself for so many years, whether it was his true thoughts or deeds.

He guessed that Snape had been in the bedroom many times, but every time he left, there was magic to hide his tracks from being noticed... It's not to guard against anyone, it's just that I don't want people to know.

If this is really the case, then, the owner of this string of footprints at the moment...

Amosta raised his wand and tapped his temple--- Sensory Charm!

In an instant, the world suddenly enlarged in front of my eyes, and the fine dust on the ground seemed to turn into pebbles, and even the sound of the air movement became extremely clear.

Amosta seemed to have suddenly turned into a seasoned Muggle detective, using his vicious gaze and sharp brain to analyze everything in his horizon, trying to find more traces.

In fact, if Amosta came earlier, the traces of personal magic were still in the air, then, he still had some means to do it, but too much time had passed, and the natural flow of magic in the space had already eliminated the traces of magic left by his unconscious state, and Amosta had to use this 'stupid' way to find clues.

Starting closer to the frame, his gaze approaching the entrance of the cave inch by inch, Amosta observed the footprints on the ground, trying to find the traces left by the owner of the footprints.

Suddenly, his condensed gaze fell on the broken wall below the entrance to the cave, and he quickly drifted over, leaning over and removing a small strand of silk thread from a sharp wooden board, the silk thread was grayish-white, the surface was stained, and he could smell some slight stench, Amosta pinched the silk thread and looked back and forth, and unconsciously, the corners of his mouth curled.

This fabric is quite familiar to Amosta, and more than two months ago, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who made the front page of the Prophet's Day page for the last time in his life, wore this color of clothing, which is very eye-catching.

Now, the sun and the horizon have completely sunset, and every house in the uncontested village is lit up with a dim candle flame, but the breeze above the wilderness sings louder and louder.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Amosta extinguished the fluorescence on the tip of his staff, used the illusion charm to hide his form, and left the old Potter house, and after a few circles around the neighborhood, he entered a remote dark alley that was deserted.

The two- or three-foot-long thread did not fall to the ground after leaving Amosta's fingers, but remained firmly in mid-air, and as the wand crossed mysteriously, the thread gradually powdered, and a small cloud of transparent breath like pure water appeared in front of Amosta's eyes.

Amosta stared at the harvest of this trip, his eyes became solemn, and he whispered,

"Tracing the Origin--"

Call---

The transparent aura that gathered into an irregular mass made waves in front of Amosta's eyes, and slowly moved in one direction, but before Amosta could catch up, the aura turned back and moved in the other direction, like a headless fly, bumping around.

Amosta's eyes narrowed, silently pondering why this was the case.

There are three possibilities, the first is probably that Blake is very vigilant, just like when he was active as a golden viper, he had some magic attached to him to prevent tracking and location and hidden curses, which made it impossible to locate him directly.

Second, Blake is currently in a place protected by powerful magic, isolated from all tracking magic.

Thirdly, the aura carried by the silk thread itself was very weak, and after another month, if Blake was in an area with a strong or mixed magic magnetic field, then it would be equally difficult to locate.

So, what could it be, Amosta leaned against the earthen wall with her arms crossed, staring silently at the chaotic aura.

"The first possibility..., Blake needs to get at least a wand, well..., for him, when the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors are fully pursuing him, and he may catch his feet at any time, it is very dangerous to rashly attack a wizard to snatch the wand..., after hiding for so long and not being discovered, Blake must be very cautious, most likely he will not do this..."

After a brief thought, Amosta ruled out the first possibility, and the second and third possibilities were not much different, if they were really the two...

Amosta snapped the joint of his index finger, which means that Blake is now most likely in Hogsmeade, the Forbidden Forest, or in an ambush at Hogwarts...

Thinking of this, the aura that lingered around Amosta became fierce.

Amosta wants to catch Black, the sky-high bounty of the Ministry of Magic is only one of the purposes, and it is also his purpose to avenge Potter, who has a love affair with him, and restore the stable order of the underground world as soon as possible, and after Godric's Valley, there is one more reason.

That is to avenge Professor Snape's former love, although it coincides with the above reasons, but in fact the meaning is different.

"Well..., my pact with Remus Lupin... After we catch Blake, let Professor Snape know and let him kill Blake, maybe, it will ease the depression in his heart..."

Amosta stopped the almost dissipating aura, and after thinking about it, he sealed it in a strand of gray hair on top of his head, which would react if Blake appeared in a certain area near him.

Thinking that Black was probably already entrenched in the vicinity of Hogwarts, Amosta felt a sense of urgency, and he raised his wand, which was about to apparition back to Hogsmeade, and for the rest of the year, he might have to spend some time in the village every day, just like the Dementors.

Bang--

At that moment, the dim light from the glass sash of a Muggle home a hundred feet away suddenly went out, plunging the entire house into darkness.

Amosta was stunned, then smiled, Muggle technology is changing with each passing day, but it has not yet reached the height of his previous life, in the memory of a long time ago, it was when he lived in the countryside as a child in his previous life, and at night, he often encountered such embarrassing situations.

A few memories of the past made Amosta feel a little happier, and he withdrew his gaze to leave, but before his body could sink into nothingness, a few days ago, a passage from Tonks suddenly jumped into his mind.

"--Blake's ancestral home, protected by ancient and powerful magic... Can't get in..."



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