The wind and rain that had been raging for several days finally became mild, but the hazy moonlight still loomed in the dense stratus clouds.

Perhaps the Dementors guarding the entrance to Hogwarts had been suppressed by Amosta, and the cold wind roaming around the school courtyard was a bit fresh.

Before the night was late, many of the young wizards who had not yet slept were still talking about the events of the day in the common room or dorm room, but the professors would not forget that Sirius Black was still lurking in the shadows and eyeing one of the students at the school.

Before entering Dumbledore's office, Amosta had already taken precautions, and tonight, Hagrid and Professor Flitwick would be guarding the school gates, while Filch and Professor Snape would patrol the castle, always on the lookout for the unexpected.

"Yes, Harry must die--"

Dumbledore's voice was calm, sending chills down Amosta's heart.

"So--"

Amosta sneered,

"You're raising Harry like a pig... Ridiculous, I thought you had been counting on Harry to defeat Voldemort someday, do you need me to do you a favor, I can rush into the hospital right now to find out about his life. ”

"Please don't get me wrong--"

Instead of making Dumbledore feel threatened, Amosta's attitude nodded and smiled in satisfaction,

"I have some ideas... Of course, it's not perfect, as some key safeguards are missing. ”

"Guarantee what?"

"Keeping Harry 'safe' to death." Dumbledore said, "Forgive me for not being able to share my ideas with you for the time being, Amosta, but I can assure you that the victory over Voldemort is not at the expense of Harry. ”

That's a contradiction.

If everything is as Dumbledore said, Harry is indeed Voldemort's Horcrux, then, if you want to kill Voldemort completely, you must first end Harry, but Dumbledore's statement...

Amosta's gaze drooped, and he stared at the cups of water floating around on the water, already tinged a stale brown... Tsk, even the tea leaves are old tea, this black-hearted old guy...

"So--"

After a while, Amosta frowned slightly and said,

"There's actually a way to strip Voldemort's soul from Harry's, and that way is for Harry to be 'killed'?"

"Just keep me a little mysterious, Amosta."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and refused to return to the question.

Hours had passed since the two of them walked into the Headmaster's office during the day when things had subsided on the Quidditch pitch, and they had been discussing the exhausting issues, so both Dumbledore and Amosta were exhausted.

Seeing Amosta, who had re-stuffed the bottle that sealed the Dementors into the sac, Dumbledore hesitated, but did not stop him, and like all the teaching staff, he was very much repulsed by the unpleasant creatures that the Ministry of Magic had placed around the school.

"By the way, Amosta--"

Amosta said goodbye and left, but Dumbledore, who got up to greet him, suddenly stopped him,

"In the time I've been away from Hogwarts, if Blake--"

"Don't worry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I won't let him harm any life in this school, not even a mouse."

"Of course, I believe in the abilities of Amosta, just..."

"Just?"

"So, before we take Harry to that real Chamber of Secrets under Slytherin, your words inspired me, Amosta, so--"

Dumbledore hesitated,

"So... I hope that if you find any clues about Black, I hope you can get Harry and his friends involved in the capture of Black... Of course, the premise is to ensure safety. ”

Amosta raised an eyebrow and let the three little ones participate in Blake's capture?

After a little thought, Amosta agreed, as long as it didn't affect his gratuity, it would be okay to take these little guys to play together.

"I'll take care of it, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta pushed open the gleaming oak door of Dumbledore's office, glanced at the two stone monsters that were snoring softly and didn't pretend to be wide-eyed until they came out, and the oncoming breeze cleared his somewhat muddy thoughts.

Amosta suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Dumbledore about the 'soul perspective' and the clue related to the Horcrux.

"Tsk, Voldemort's Horcruxes, one is worth eight thousand."

Amosta turned and walked down the tower, sighing as he pondered that if he ran into Voldemort's Horcruxes in the future, he would sell them to Dumbledore at this price... If you can find one hundred and eighty...

Tsk, retire on the spot and go to the pinnacle of life... It's a little exciting to think about!

Dumbledore's office was in a separate small tower, and down the spiral staircase, Amosta walked to the foyer, ready to return to his sentry box...

Oh, no, his office kept an eye on the surveillance all night, because if Sirius Black had been spying around the castle, he would have noticed that the Dementors guarding the school gate were gone, and a normal person would not think that Hogwarts was defenseless, but for a madman who had been tormented by Dementors in Azkaban for twelve years, maybe he would see tonight as a good opportunity to do it.

"Lie!"

Amosta was pondering his thoughts, and in the distance, he heard an angry roar from the foyer, and the voice was Argus Filch, Amosta's only serious subordinate... Hagrid: Dumbledore's "Eagle Dog".

"What's going on, Argus?" Amosta asked as he walked briskly into the light.

Unexpectedly, in the foyer, in addition to Filch, Professor Snape also stood there with a sarcastic expression, and when he saw the sudden appearance of Amosta, the gloom that lingered around him was obviously much lighter,

"We are interrogating this empty-headed Mr. Longbottom,"

Snape sneered at his chin,

"Wandering around the castle in violation of the school rules, and trying to break through the gates, we caught you, Amosta, do you want to hear his ridiculous justification?"

"Professor Blaine!"

Filch said happily,

"I think the reason this little wizard wants to leave the castle is probably because he wants to secretly report to Black... You know, the Dementors have all been imprisoned by you, and tonight that criminal might take the opportunity to break into the castle and kill people. ”

Are you just having fun?

Amosta gave Filch a roll of his eyes and said to Longbottom, who was trembling with every cell in his body,

"What's your explanation, then, Mr. Longbottom?"

"He lied about losing his wand."

Snape carefully looked at Amosta's whole body, and stared at his eyes for a moment, and then, faintly relieved, said lazily.

"I didn't... Professor--"

Longbottom, who seemed to be surrounded by two hungry wolves, his lips trembled, and his face was desperate,

"Well, that's my dad's wand, if... Lose it, my grandma will kill me..."

"No wizard would be stupid enough to throw his wand around, Professor Bryan, look at this little liar, he's still trying to quibble!"

Filch's roar was extremely harsh in the empty castle, and he looked at his leader excitedly and said earnestly,

"There's a torture instrument in Ju's office, Professor Blaine, if you need it, I'll go get it now... Of course, you can also interrogate him in my office! ”

"Lost your wand?"

Amosta held his forehead and sighed, this little guy is really confused on weekdays,

"So, you think you dropped your wand on the Quidditch pitch?"

Neville nodded sheepishly.

"Okay--"

Looking at the deep night and Longbottom, whose arm was scratched by his own Hinkpunk, Amosta thought for a moment and said,

"Wait until tomorrow morning and you can go out into the playground with Mr. Argus to look for your wand, but for now, Mr. Longbottom, I think you'd better go back to your four-poster bed and get some rest."

Hearing his words, Filch acted as if the little wizard had heard about the cancellation of the Halloween dinner, his expression was dull and ridiculous, and before he could express his true thoughts, he heard his boss say in a tone that could not be refused,

"Argus, beg you to escort Mr. Longbottom safely back to where he belongs."



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