At midnight, the moon is shining.

The cold night wind howled in the courtyard, and the owls, excited by the night, flapped their wings one after another, and they glided through the air, leaving ghosts on the earth.

As soon as he returned to the owl's shed, Spotted pulled out a map of the living spot from the hole, leaned on the windowsill and followed the moonlight, but his eyes wandered back and forth on the paper, and he did not find Sirius's name on it.

Where did Sirius hide?

Peter had asked himself this question countless times these days, but no matter how much he tried to break his head, he couldn't find a reasonable answer.

Staring in the direction of the werewolf station, Peter's small eyes shone with a little hesitation.

Whether to continue to hide and wait for Sirius to show his feet, or to find a way to lure Sirius out and kill him, there are pros and cons to the two methods, for a while, Peter, who had no choice, sighed deeply

"If you're not happy to leave me in the castle, Amosta, I don't mind staying in the Forbidden Forest for a few days, you know, my Animagus form isn't that easy to spot,"

As soon as he opened the office door, Sirius appeared in front of Amosta, and with a sad and melancholy face, he said weakly,

"But you don't have to do that, I mean, starve me to death!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Amosta was surprised at first, and then immediately apologized, "I forgot about you. ”

Although he was no longer a professor, Amosta still had the authority to summon the house-elves, and he ordered the house-elves in the kitchen to bring a few steaks, but the attentive house-elves over-interpreted the meaning of the word 'several', and they had almost unloaded all the ribs of a cow, and even his desk could not fit the steaks in the large tray.

Sirius crouched on the ground, feasting on the food on the coffee table, while Amosta sat in his seat, cup of green tea, looking at the empty surveillance wall across from him with a thoughtful expression.

This strange state soon caught Sirius's attention, and he squinted at Amosta, his mouth chewing slowly,

"What's wrong with you?"

Amosta suddenly came back to his senses, he sensed the concern in Sirius's eyes, and lowered his eyes and smiled,

"Nothing. Oh, by the way, is something happening today? ”

Seeing that Amosta was reluctant to say anything, Sirius was visibly disappointed, but he also knew that Amosta was not Remus or Jaime after all, and he couldn't ask him to know everything about him.

After a few moments of silence, Sirius said in a soothing tone,

"Harry and his two friends came here after dinner tonight, knocked on the door for a while, and left disappointed."

Thinking of Harry's respectful attitude towards Amosta, Sirius couldn't help but be a little envious and a little gloomy, obviously he was Harry's godfather, but now the two of them were indeed 'enemies'.

"I guess he wanted me to help him identify the fire bolts you gave him."

Thinking of the events of the evening, Amosta bowed his head slightly and said clearly,

"The first weekend of school is a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, it's a very important match for Gryffindors, and if they lose, they will lose their chance to win this year's Quidditch Cup, and this little guy probably can't wait to prove that this firebolt has nothing to do with you."

"Perhaps--"

Sirius's tone was still very lost,

"You can tell him that you gave him the firebolt, Amosta."

Glancing at self-pitying Sirius, Amosta smiled,

"I don't have the face to take credit from you. Well, he'll probably come back to me tomorrow, and I'll check it out for him then, and when I find Peter, and you know what you're doing, you can talk to him myself. ”

The candlelight in the office was extinguished, only the extinguishing embers of the fireplace still emitted a faint glow, Sirius fell asleep on the couch in an old robe, and Amosta was still hunched on the table, deducing the configuration of the Blood Spell from beginning to end, and then putting down his pen and clasping his arms over his chest in contemplation.

Magical research is like that, and before the final moment of inspiration, it takes countless nights of 'useless work'.

And tonight, Amosta was clearly uninspired.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and Amosta finally closed his notebook and stood up, he walked to the bed and changed into his pajamas, and when he was about to lie down, he found that he didn't feel much sleepy at all.

The Hogwarts campus is filled with a mysterious atmosphere in the middle of the night, which comes from both magic and the steeping of the castle's thousand-year-old history.

Amosta put his hands behind his back and looked at the west tower overlapping the bright moon for a long time, and unconsciously, the corners of his mouth showed a little sarcasm.

Peter Pettigrew was probably still in the owl hut guarding the map all night, trying to locate Sirius, right?

Today's harvest is a lot, Amosta found the location of the group of werewolves led by Greyback, to be honest, he really didn't expect this group of werewolves to inhabit the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Aren't they afraid of being beaten by Dumbledore, or do they think they're hiding it well, and they're sure Dumbledore won't find them?

If it's the latter, then Amosta can only say that this group of wolf cubs is too simple.

Dumbledore's supremacy was not only among wizards, but also among half-wizards, and the place they inhabited was not close to the tribe of centaurs, nor far away, and as centaurs with a strong sense of territory, it was unlikely that they would be ignorant of werewolves not far from the tribe.

Although the Ministry of Magic has an office of centaurs, with the degree of detachment between centaurs and the wizarding world, they are unlikely to react to the situation as the Ministry of Magic, but Albus Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, will most likely mention the situation to him.

As for why Dumbledore didn't deal with it.

Judging from Amosta's understanding of him, he probably thinks that since werewolves exist, there is a reason for their existence, as long as they don't hurt the little wizards in the school, then he doesn't mind giving them a certain amount of living space, just like the underground world in Tumbledown Alley, where there are the most heinous dark wizards, but as long as they don't frantically challenge the stable order of the wizarding world, Dumbledore will not take the initiative to kill them.

But Amosta has no intention of letting go of this group of werewolves, and the reason why he didn't immediately crush them to ashes today is still on Peter Pettigrew.

It's not hard to guess what Peter Pettigrew intends to do.

In fact, Amosta could ignore this guy's inner calculations, directly control it, call Dumbledore back, and send it to the Ministry of Magic for trial, but before he could do it, a previous commission from Dumbledore jumped into his mind, causing him to temporarily stop.

It was early November, and after his Patronus had met the Dementors and had a strange change, he and Dumbledore had a conversation at the end of that conversation, in which Dumbledore hoped that Harry and his friends would be involved in a way if Amosta found out about Black's whereabouts during the day he was away from school.

Amosta knew that Dumbledore wanted to train Harry with this, but the previous process of catching Sirius had not given Harry a chance to test, and then found out that Sirius was innocent, so he had to give up.

But now, Peter has nothing to hide in his eyes, and the danger is within his control, Amosta feels that it is better to experience the three little ones.

Perhaps it was the cold wind that the open window sash threw into the room, coupled with the twelve years in prison, Sirius on the sofa slept restlessly, he frowned, his face was murderous for a while, and he apologized dreamily, but it was conceivable who the people who appeared in his dreams were.

"Let's have fun then—"

With a smile on his face, Amosta turned and walked to his bed, but suddenly, his brow furrowed, and his face was strange,

"How do I feel more and more like some old man?"

(End of chapter)