Bang!

A deafening thunderclap resounded through the mountains and ravines, making the world throb!

In an instant, the world was covered with a torrential rain, and the sparkling surface of the lake rippled in the midst of the storm, and lightning streaked across the towers of Hogwarts, illuminating the gloomy castle in the pale.

Heavy rain caused the lake to rise rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it did not cross the embankment. And when the raging river was about to touch Amosta and Dumbledore, who were standing opposite each other in the torrential rain, it diverted itself and flowed elsewhere.

Darkness is already on the horizon to keep silent?

"You've decided?"

Amosta thought of his previous speculation. Harry had spent nearly half of his studies at Hogwarts, and at some point in the future, Voldemort would return. Dumbledore obviously wanted to see more clearly, and he had already sensed some clues that this moment of catastrophe could not be prevented.

"What prompted you to make this determination?"

Before Dumbledore could answer the first question, Amosta asked a second one.

"In the two months you've been away from Hogwarts—"

Facing Amosta, Dumbledore didn't need to be vague, he said calmly,

"Severus had warned me many times in private, and his secret magical connection to Tom in the past had made him aware that Tom was getting stronger—"

"Covert magical connection?"

Amosta's brow moved, he knew that Professor Snape had worked for Voldemort before, but what about the magical connection?

"Mark of the Dark Devil, I think you've probably heard of this mark of intimacy that exists between Tom and his disciples."

Dumbledore said succinctly,

Tom had apparently received some kind of help, and that help had helped him get rid of it a little, and twelve years ago, after being stripped of his body by the requisite curse that had bounced back, only to be barely able to survive in a state of embarrassment due to the Horcrux. Judging from what I know about him, he will definitely not be satisfied, and he will try his best to get back the mana he once had. ”

"What help, who is helping him?"

In today's wizarding world, if anyone is asked who knows the situation of Voldemort best, it is undoubtedly the old man in front of him who has stood in the world for a hundred years, and in this regard, Amosta is far inferior to Dumbledore.

Amosta's eyes focused on Dumbledore's azure eyes.

"I don't know everything, Amosta--" Dumbledore barely pulled a smile into his mouth, "but Tom can always get help at any given time." ”

"What do you think he'll do?"

"I've already said, Amosta, that I don't know everything in my dying head, and that I can only guess how things are going—"

"Then you can guess, Headmaster Dumbledore, it's not a big deal to be wrong anyway--" Amosta smiled, staring at the helplessness on the old face beside him.

The world is stormy, and in the dark world, Amosta's smile is like a clear lighthouse, and it also brushes away some of the worries and dullness in Dumbledore's heart, he is a head taller than Amosta He lowered his head and looked at the extremely young but strangely calm ground hole, and unconsciously, the lines on his forehead faded a lot,

"Well, since you're asking for that, Amosta—" Dumbledore's voice became brisk, "then we'll guess." ”

After a pause, Dumbledore didn't say what he guessed, but instead asked,

"You know something about Horcruxes, Amosta, presumably, you should also know that there are ways to help wizards who have Horcruxes but lose their physical bodies to restore their former mana?"

For a moment, Amosta retrieved the vast amount of magical knowledge stored in his mind, and as the knowledge passed by his eyes, Amosta's eyebrows narrowed slightly.

Not because I can't find it, but because there are too many!

Modern systems, ancient systems, complete and mutilated, magic that can help a geist regain his torso.

No one dared to claim to be proficient in all the magic they knew, neither Dumbledore nor Amosta could use to identify a single Voldemort from this magic

Amosta stared deeply into Dumbledore's bright eyes, and suddenly, his heart moved,

"You think he'll take advantage of Harry?"

"It's most likely--"

Dumbledore turned his gaze in the direction of Gryffindor's tower,

"I guess Tom has spent all these years trying to figure out why his magic didn't work with Harry, and now he should have at least figured something out."

Dumbledore obviously didn't want to talk about it, but, based on this information, he also guessed a lot.

It was also understandable that Dumbledore had asked himself to remain silent about what might happen at Hogwarts next school year.

Many thoughts crossed Amosta's mind in an instant, and at the end, this sentence came out of his mouth.

"Did you consider that Harry could still die, Headmaster?"

Dumbledore was silent, and after a long time, he said wearily,

"I can't foresee everything, but I'll do my best to keep Harry safe, Amosta, and that will require your strength. Perhaps, you would think that it was a despicable act for me to send a child who was only in the fourth grade to the most dangerous dark wizard of all time—"

"No—" Amosta shook his head, "that's the quality you admire the most." ”

The clouds are gone, and the sun is shining on the earth again.

At the school gate, Sirius squeezed in through the large iron gates, and he saw Amosta and Dumbledore on the shore of the lake in the distance.

"By the way, Amosta—"

Glancing at Sirius, who was trotting all the way, Dumbledore suddenly said,

"I don't know why you insisted on jumping over the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban, but, for the prisoners who are being held there. I hope you try not to interfere with their peaceful lives. ”

"I'll take notice."

Amosta stepped forward and walked towards Sirius with a smile on his face, he waved his hand at Sirius and asked excitedly,

"I heard that you went to negotiate with the Dursleys, how is it, how is the effect?"

"Needless to say!"

Sirius, who was forced to step back from his seat in the classroom, did not see any dejected temperament, he trotted all the way, and said with his eyebrows fluttering,

"Harry is right, that Muggle family is really not likeable."

Sirius's gaze jumped over Amosta's shoulder, glanced at Dumbledore not far away, and lowered his voice,

"I threatened the nasty family that if Harry was in their house for the slightest bit of targeted or unfair treatment, I would come to their house and blow it up!

I told them I was out of prison, so I didn't care about a few more lives on my back., you should have seen how their family reacted, Amosta, that fat little boy about the size of a baby whale was so scared that he peed his pants! ”

To be honest, Amosta didn't quite approve of Sirius's approach, however, he didn't express any opinion of his own, and smiled casually,

"How's your preparation?"

"Ready to go--"

Sirius said happily.

(End of chapter)