Amosta felt like a return to the old days, when he ran around Europe to complete commissions.

Although Albania's trip was empty, it does not mean that this journey is meaningless, on the contrary, he has gained a lot. The big tree hole in the primeval forest is obviously the place where Voldemort, who is terrified of the British wizarding world, survives after losing his mana.

Voldemort had been lurking in the forest for more than a decade, but now, he had left there, and his whereabouts were a mystery.

Amosta didn't care where Voldemort went, and until he found out how many Horcruxes Voldemort had made and destroyed them all, there was no point in killing Voldemort even if he found him alive.

But Amosta still used the breath on the snake scales to track it all the way.

He didn't care what Voldemort was up to.

In the previous conversation with Dumbledore, it was already clear that he was ready to acquiesce to Voldemort's mana, and in the previous discussion, they had almost determined that Voldemort would use Harry. This means that at this stage, Voldemort is most likely planning how to get Harry.

Amosta was more concerned about why the woman Vitia Cleona had gotten involved with Voldemort.

Although she had suffered at the hands of this woman, Amosta knew very well that this Druidic priestess was not an evil person, on the contrary, because of her faith, she should be a kind person who was welcomed in the eyes of the people. And Voldemort is known as the most evil wizard in history, and the two are not all the way at all.

But they still got involved.

This incident gave Amosta a very bad feeling, a sense of powerlessness that the situation was gradually out of control, and at the same time, there was a sense of fate that the wheels were moving along the established trajectory, and his appearance was only the illusion of fate's arrangement.

Dumbledore certainly didn't want to face Voldemort right now, but Amosta couldn't pretend not to see it, he had to investigate how Voldemort and Vitia Cleona, two worlds of people, joined forces.

Instead of apparition, the easiest way to leave the forests of Albania, Phantom Transfiguration, they chose a remote path away from the world along the way.

After thinking about it, Amosta probably guessed that Voldemort's current state should still be poor, and he couldn't admit the powerful oppression of his body when he was transfigured. That's a good thing, it makes it easier to track Amosta.

Finally, after a dozen days of eating and sleeping in the open, Amosta finally left the wilderness, and for the first time, the breath of the scales dragged him to the human village. It was a village built on a hill, surrounded by vast tracts of farmland, with a spacious, crooked path leading to the town more than a dozen miles away.

The sunset is staining half of the sky red, and the sun is tipping over the horizon.

Standing on the high ground, Amosta faced the direction of the setting sun, staring at the highest hill in a nearby area, where the imposing buildings of the past could be faintly seen.

Little Hangton Village.

At the entrance to the village, a rusty sign was carved with words telling him where he was now.

Just as Amosta stood at the entrance of the village and stared at the village sign, a deafening roar of farm machinery came from the road behind him, and honked its horn.

Hearing the movement, Amosta turned his face sideways, smiled apologetically at the farmer in the cockpit, and then gave way to the side of the road.

It's getting dark, and it's time for dinner.

The villagers, who had been working in the nearby fields for a long day, hurried home to eat, chatting with each other in the sunset, and loud laughter rang out from time to time in the wilderness.

It didn't take long for Amosta to enter the village when he found something unusual.

As a stranger, Amosta is not surprised that his appearance will attract a certain amount of attention, but the villagers here seem to be very concerned about his appearance, almost every villager who notices him, no matter what he was doing before, immediately stopped what he was doing after discovering him, staring at him directly, most of his eyes were wary and guarded, and half of them were curious, and when he passed by, those villagers behind him would gather together to talk in a whisper, pointing at his back.

"I'm sorry, ma'am—"

After thinking for a moment, Amosta stopped his progress and stood in the middle of the road, facing a young girl who was collecting clothes on the side of the road, and smiled slightly.

"Oh, what?"

The young girl had not expected Amosta's sudden answer, and she was so startled that she almost threw away her clothes and rushed into the house, but when her eyes glanced at the handsome face of the gray-haired young man, she suppressed her fear, blushed, and trembled.

"I'd like to inquire if there is a place to eat nearby?"

Amosta bowed, with a polite smile on his face, and he pointed to the soles of his mud-stained shoes,

"I've come a long way today, and maybe, it's time to stop and treat my stomach--"

"Oh!"

The girl was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, she clutched her chest tightly, and pointed in the direction of Amosta with a slight gasp,

"There. There's a hanged man tavern that serves food and drink. ”

Ten minutes later, Amosta stood in front of the only tavern in the village.

Perhaps because it was dinner time, there weren't many customers in the dusty tavern, only a few drunken men muttering something in the seats near the bar.

Amosta was sure what was happening in the village, for, as he pushed the door into the tavern, and was still surveying the furnishings of the hall, the drunken men were at once much more sober and looked at him with wary eyes.

"Welcome--"

Although business is not good, the bar owner, who does not have a few hairs left on his head, is very stiff and not enthusiastic at all when he greets him.

"Distinguished guest, what do you need?"

"Whew-"

Amosta pretended not to see the vigilant eyes of the Muggles, and he patted the dust off his body and breathed a sigh of relief,

"Honestly, I'd rather get myself something to soothe my stomach right now, and of course, if you have Ogden Aged Flame Whiskey here, I wouldn't recommend a few drinks--"

"Ogden Aged Flame Whiskey."

The owner of the bar and a few familiar customers in his shop looked at each other, not understanding what the young stranger was saying.

"Oh, please don't pay attention to my words--"

Amosta put the suitcase on the table and smiled at the confused boss,

"I need something to eat, anything."

Three minutes later, the bar owner brought two ham sandwiches to Amosta on a notched plate, said 'take your time,' and trotted back to the bar.

Amosta pretended not to notice the drunken guests staring at the back of his head, burying his head in the sandwich on the plate, perhaps because he had gobbled it up so badly that he had only taken a bite of the second sandwich, and Amosta choked, coughing violently several times and his cheeks flushed.

"Ahem, I'm sorry—" Amosta patted his chest and waved toward the bar, "Can you get me some drink?" ”

When the slightly sweet wine rolled into his throat, Amosta's face returned to normal, he patted his chest, glanced at the tavern, almost blatantly guarding his guests, and smiled,

"May I ask you something, sir?"

"What?"

The boss's fist resting on the bar clenched suddenly, and he responded vigilantly.

"Just a simple question—" Amosta shrugged his shoulders and glared at his guarded guest, "I was thinking I mean, I've traveled a lot, but nowhere is it your custom or tradition to be so wary of outsiders as Little Hangleton?" ”

"It's not--"

Before the barkeeper could speak, one of the drinkers sitting around said bluntly,

"It's because of Old Frank!"

Then, the villager who spoke was warned by the barkeeper with a look in his eyes.

"Old Frank?"

The smile on Amosta's face became kinder,

"Why don't you tell me about this Mr. Frank, I'm sorry, I've been in the field so long that I've forgotten etiquette, boss, please give each of these kind gentlemen a glass of sherry and settle my account!"

(End of chapter)