"Amosta?"

Without waiting for Amosta to give the command, the two ugly stone monsters in front of the door of Dumbledore's office moved away with great vigour, and let the door out.

When Amosta entered, Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk reading the letter, and judging by the solemnity of his expression, he seemed to be in some special situation. After discovering who it was, he put down the letter, took off his half-moon frames, rubbed his eyebrows, and brought them again.

And Amosta's contemplation immediately made Dumbledore realize that he also had something to pay attention to.

Fawkes, perched on the golden bough, looked listless before Amosta entered, and immediately upon seeing him, he raised his head excitedly, his ruby eyes flashing as if he were expecting something.

As Fawkes passed, Amosta smiled at it, knowing that Fawkes had probably been in Dumbledore's office for a long time, and was eager to go out for a 'walk'.

"That's right, Headmaster Dumbledore, I just received a letter from Sirius—"

Amosta walked quickly to the desk, and without waiting for Dumbledore to greet him, he pulled out his chair and sat down.

"You know I've been asking Sirius to help keep an eye on Barty Crouch."

The topic immediately aroused Dumbledore's concern, and his expression was much more solemn, maintaining a listening posture.

Yesterday morning, Barty Crouch took a long sick leave from the Ministry, telling them that he had not been able to heal from the injuries he had sustained while inspecting the peak in Hungary, and that the illness had prevented him from concentrating on his work, so he had decided to rest at home for a while, and he had rejected Fudge's offer to let him go to St. Mungo's for recuperation. He gave Percy the day-to-day work, and if there was something important, Percy could write to him to report back. ”

"Daring!"

Among the portraits of modern principals hanging on the side walls, Armando Dupett immediately cried out in his frame. The portraits were all in the know, and the rest of the headmasters immediately began to mumble with their friends in the adjacent frames.

"What do you think that means, Amosta?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes also shone sharply, he certainly wouldn't think that Barty Sr. was really sick and couldn't go to work, but at the same time, he had the same doubts as Amosta - Voldemort wouldn't let Barty Sr. die in any way.

"I don't know--"

Amosta shook his head,

"But I'm thinking, we can't just let it go all the time--"

"But you should know, Amosta, if Tom is staying at Barty's house at the moment, then, if you venture in, you may frustrate our plans--"

Dumbledore said solemnly.

Amosta's eyebrows twitched, slightly surprised.

In the case of Barty Crouch, Dumbledore was more decisive and ruthless than he expected, but it was also quite normal. Bringing Voldemort to life was probably the only thing Dumbledore had to do in his remaining life, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice some people's lives to achieve this goal.

Like Alastor Moody, Dumbledore knew that his old friend for many years was now in the hands of the enemy, and that he was most likely imprisoned in the fake Moody's office, but he had never tried to rescue him for so long.

"If Voldemort was lurking in Barty's house, then I really wouldn't have been able to sneak in under his nose, but in other words, I don't need to sneak around, do I?"

Amosta still stood by his guns.

It is the consensus between him and Dumbledore to let Voldemort return, but in order to control the risk spillover, it is necessary to fully control the development of things, all the actions of Vitia Cleona in this line cannot hide from his eyes, from all indications, she is not really loyal to Voldemort, the cooperation agreement reached between the two is probably that Vetia needs to help Voldemort resurrect, and what Vetia asks is probably that Voldemort will help her take revenge on the Vatican after she regains power.

"Barty and I are working together at the moment, and it just so happens that I have some reasonable reason to visit in the open and not arouse any suspicion--"

On the way to Dumbledore's office, Amosta had already come up with some reasons.

"Okay."

After listening to Amosta's reason for coming to the door, Dumbledore lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, and it could be seen that he was still reluctant to take Amosta's risk, but he also knew that he could not intervene forcefully.

Looking at the young man sitting across from him with more and more determination, and between his gestures, the majesty of his own self-expression, Dumbledore sighed in his heart, he suddenly missed the time half a century ago, when he and Newt and his party jointly exposed Gellert's plot to become the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, at that time, he had the final say on everything

"I can't find anything wrong with you, Amosta, and I don't think Tom would have been hiding behind a door to eavesdrop on your conversation if Batty had really agreed to your visit, and you probably wouldn't have run into each other in Barty's house--"

Dumbledore's nod also made Amosta breathe a sigh of relief.

He and Dumbledore were more allies, and in order to ensure the stability of this alliance, it was necessary to obtain the consent of the other party before major action, and if each did its own thing, infighting was almost a inevitable result.

"One more thing--"

Dumbledore thought that Amosta would immediately start investigating, but instead of leaving, he hesitated,

"About Voldemort's Horcruxes, Headmaster Dumbledore, how much exact information do you have in your hands now?"

Voldemort's Horcrux –

It seemed like a magical sentence, and when Amosta said that, the walls were silenced one by one about Amosta's decision to visit Barty's house, and even the tinkling sounds in the office seemed to disappear.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes, exact information—"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his old face clouded, and he looked at Amosta and whispered

"If you're asking for exact, Amosta, I think we know as much as we do, the Slytherin locket and the Ravenclaw tiara, and the notebook Tom left behind when he was at Hogwarts, they would all have been destroyed in your hands, and we're also extremely lucky to know that the Hufflepuff Gold Cup is also very likely to be one of the Horcruxes, of course, we still can't be sure that the whereabouts of the Gold Cup ended up being Harry--"

Dumbledore's blue eyes fell sharply on Amosta, but his voice was still soft,

"What's the matter, Amosta, you're going to surprise me again, aren't you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Headmaster, I can't surprise you with a new Horcrux this time--"

Amosta smiled, he stood up, the wand in his cuff silently sliding down his palm,

"But I do have a clue, there's something, and it might be one of the Horcruxes as well—"

A few wisps of black mist emerged from the tip of Amosta's staff, and the mist entangled gradually took shape in front of Dumbledore, who looked extremely solemn, and finally, transformed into a black stone that was not good-looking.

"Of course, it might look like this, of course, it could be a little different, actually, it should be an ornament on a gold ring--"

Amosta stared at the black stone in mid-air and said in a slow tone.

The silence lasted a little too long, and Amosta finally realized that something was wrong, and he turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and at first glance, his expression startled.

At some point, the solemnity of Dumbledore's face dissipated, and it became very complicated, mixed with surprise, nostalgia, longing, vigilance, and remorse.

Amosta only sensed this from Dumbledore's turbulent emotions, but they were quickly absorbed by Dumbledore.

"How did you know about it, Amosta?"

Dumbledore asked softly.

"I'm looking into something. He was surprised to learn that Salazar Slytherin once owned the stone, and that he should have intended to pass it on as an important treasure—"

Amosta squinted at Dumbledore,

"But I'm not sure if it fell into Voldemort's hands. Looks like you've seen the stone, haven't you, Headmaster Dumbledore? ”

(End of chapter)