It's over.

Harry's gasps began to snap on, and he slowly stood up with Sirius' support, his fingertips brushing over the scar, the heart-wrenching pain that had just disappeared as the black waves of the sky dissipated, as if what had just happened was just a dream.

In the quiet, gloomy forest, the bees buzzed like flying bees, and the foreign wizards who came to watch the World Cup looked at the only one-third of the Quidditch arena left, and everyone's face was filled with horror, fear and curiosity.

"That last one was, I mean, your scar, Harry--"

Ron's face turned pale and he stammered to tell his guess, but Sirius' reminding glance made him shut up.

Bang!

With a crisp pop, the visible Amosta landed steadily in front of Sirius.

He glanced at Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George, and when he saw Bill and Charlie, Amosta raised an eyebrow, smiled at the two who didn't know what to make, and finally, his eyes fell on Victor Klum, who was beside Hermione.

"Who are you?" Amosta asked curiously.

The calm questioning tone frightened Krum's swarthy face as white as snow, and he shuddered violently, and almost fell from the weakness of his legs.

"Victor Klum, sir, I, I'm a Bulgarian Seeker, I'm studying at Durmstrang!"

Krum stammered in broken English.

"Earlier, in the box, we were blocked by three dark wizards in black cloaks, and it was this kid who came to our aid with Arthur."

Sirius added.

"You're a student of Karkaroff?"

"Yes, you are right, sir!" Krum's body tensed, as if he had been targeted by a dragon.

Amosta bowed slightly, and looked away from the dark, thin little one, and his gaze swept over everyone, except for Sirius, who seemed to be injured, and Harry's pale face was a little abnormal, everyone else was in good condition.

"What about the dark wizard I trapped?"

"Taken away by Fudge, who had just escaped from the box with us, and then went to Rufus with the assailant, I think he was trying to interrogate her."

Amosta nodded thoughtfully, the wizard she caught was from the underground world, according to the tradition of these guys, in order to prevent being caught by mistake before going out on a mission, some methods are generally used to prevent the information of the entrusted mission from being exposed, and the interrogation of the Ministry of Magic may not be able to achieve any good results.

After pondering for a few seconds, Amosta came back to his senses, and he noticed that everyone's gaze on him was in awe, so that they didn't know how to speak to him, and at the same time, the people around him gradually noticed that Amosta Bryne was here, and they slowly looked closer, and after approaching a certain distance, they stopped in fear, and a little guy who looked like he was more than ten years old raised his camera and pointed it at him, but before the little guy could press the shutter, his father snatched the camera in horror, Pulling the child's head, he jumped into the crowd without looking back.

The wizards around him, every wizard who came into contact with him immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet Amosta's gaze.

Seeing this, Amosta's face was not different, but he sighed in his heart.

It's no wonder that Dumbledore spent most of his time at Hogwarts for all these years, and he didn't leave his Headmaster's office unless he had to.

Albus Dumbledore is revered, but in a way it can be said that Albus Dumbledore was imprisoned at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in fear of his power.

From tonight onwards, a lot of things will be different

But it was reassuring to see that there was no change in the gaze of some people, Sirius said urgently,

"What the hell is going on, Amosta, why did you suddenly appear here, and the woman and the dark shadow just now—"

At the mention of the powerful witch and the dark shadow, Harry immediately wanted to say something, but Amosta raised his palm to stop him, and his eyes wandered around, Amosta said calmly,

"It's not a good place to chat, let's change places."

"Let's go to our tent, just outside the woods--" Sirius nodded.

"I've got to find someone in the Ministry, Sirius—"

Curious about what was about to be discussed, Mr. Weasley hesitated and offered to leave, for the Ministry of Magic tonight's catastrophe had only just begun - a series of things to do, investigate, reparate, and undo the effects were enough to keep the Ministry busy until Christmas.

"Let's go, I guess it won't be long before the Ministry of Magic finds me—"

Amosta stepped along, and where he walked, the crowd parted automatically, and people ducked aside to look at him in awe, but no one dared to speak to him.

"Thank you just now, Krum!"

Hermione nodded gratefully at Krum, and then, desperately spreading her legs, trotted to keep up with the group, leaving Krum alone to stand there in dismay, staring at the backs of the departing group for a long time.

The spectators' camp is a post-apocalyptic realm.

Although the movement on the other side of the arena has stopped, it does not mean that it is safe, and there are panicked crowds everywhere packing up and fleeing, and some scattered Ministry of Magic staff trying to maintain order, but it does not help at all.

One of the hapless creatures panicked and the illusion magic failed, and his body became separated, and one leg landed dozens of feet away from his torso, unable to move on either side, and lay on the ground wailing miserably until a Ministry of Magic employee hurried in and helped him recover.

Seeing this scene, Sirius's group of people looked heavy, and no one knew how many people had been injured and how many people had lost their lives in tonight's riots.

A group of merfolk walked into the tent, and Sirius led them to the back garden, where they were seated until Amosta sat down. The atmosphere was dreary, although, they had just witnessed a duel that could go down in history, but no one rejoiced.

Boom--

Amosta rested the vine wand on the table in front of him, and the strangely shaped wand immediately won the eyes of all the people in awe, although the mysterious witch was defeated by Amosta tonight, but the oppression that the witch brought to them was still incomparable.

"What about Remus, he didn't stay with you?"

Amosta rubbed her brow wearily and suppressed Vitia Cleona in a head-to-head duel, and Amosta also gave her full strength.

"Before Arthur arrived to support us, he saw Remus kill a cloaked wizard, he was wounded, and Arthur asked his colleagues to send Remus to St. Mungo."

Thinking that Remus, who had just been discharged from St. Mungo, was admitted to the hospital again, Sirius's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom.

Amosta nodded, his hand removed from his eyebrows, noticing that Harry was looking at him eagerly, so he nodded and smiled at him,

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Harry?"

"Professor Blaine!"

When Professor Bryan began to speak, the condensed air finally flowed, and Harry slammed into his chair and stood up, his hands pressed on the table, and he couldn't wait,

"The witch who wants to take me, who is she, do you know her?"

Needless to say, this is the most curious question at the moment, and from the conversation between Professor Bryan and the witch during the previous confrontation, there is no doubt that they must have known each other.

"It's a complicated question—" Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly,

"It doesn't mean anything to you to know the identity of that witch, all I can tell you is that I had a holiday with her, and I've been tracking her whereabouts, but I didn't expect her to be here today."

"I saw her in my dreams, Professor, the witch, she was with Voldemort!"

Harry's words immediately caused a burst of cold air in the garden, and the Weasley children were surprised to hear Harry's name as the mysterious man, except for Sirius, Hermione, and Ron.

"Dreams?"

Amosta's eyebrows froze.

"Remember the letter Harry wrote to me earlier, Amosta, when we were just on an adventure--"

Sirius looked solemn and explained the matter to Amosta in as simple language as possible, and then stared into Harry's eyes,

"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person, Harry?"

"I swear!"

Harry said eagerly, "That witch and Voldemort appeared in an old house, and they were discussing a conspiracy, oh, no, they wanted to catch me-"

It wasn't until tonight that Harry remembered something from his dream.

Hermione covered her mouth with a worried look in her eyes, and Ron, including his siblings, had a confused expression.

Professor Blaine's calm expression also dissipated some of the apprehension in his heart, and after swallowing and spitting, he gasped and said,

"There was an old man in the old house, who seemed to be a Muggle. He should have been killed by Voldemort. Oh, Bertha Jorkins, Voldemort seems to have killed her too! ”

(End of chapter)