Hogwarts never remembers hatred, so Hogwarts, an ancient school of witchcraft and wizardry, has survived the catastrophe of time and finally existed today?

Moody seemed to be touched, his normal eyes were at times dazed, sometimes painful, sometimes hateful. The intense emotions made his body tremble as he sat by the lake, and his heart was struggling fiercely!

Forget those unforgettable hatreds?

How long did the history of Muggle and wizard civilization take and over the course of a dozen centuries they. The druids have always been in hatred, and that is hatred that cannot be forgiven, but Bryan said, in order to survive, forget those hatreds?

Amosta knew how much his words would affect the hearts of the people on the other side, and he also knew that he could not be stronger, but he had more eyes than Vitia when he was on the outside, what were these druids fantasizing?

Destroy the Holy See?

No kidding, just like what he had just said to Vitia, the Holy See, like Hogwarts, was already a belief in the hearts of Muggles, a belief that could not be destroyed. Not to mention, the all-knowing influence of this power in the Muggle world and the unfathomable supernatural power of the Holy See in the shadows.

Counting on Voldemort to take refuge in the Dark Lord after conquering the Wizarding World, all the power of the Wizarding World and the Holy See will be shattered?

Amosta did not suspect that Voldemort had ambitions to enslave the Muggle world after conquering the British wizarding world, but this ambition seemed to him to be just nonsense, Voldemort did not face up to Muggles, nor did he understand the potential of Muggles, and once he tried to subvert the order of the Muggle world, then the world's most powerful and extraordinary forces and civilizations would rush to tear him apart.

The silence lasted for a long time, and Amosta didn't say anything more, just silently wiped out his own kebabs, while Moody was in a daze, and the roast that Amosta had handed him earlier, which had only taken a bite, had been in his hands.

"Whew-"

The house-elves had gotten a lot of roast, and Amosta had tried his best to eliminate only a small half, and he dropped the hammer in his hand and looked at the ice castle and sighed in relief.

"I'm going back to the orphanage tomorrow--"

Suddenly, Amosta said coldly.

"Uh-huh-"

Moody didn't expect Amosta to suddenly mention this, and he stumbled in response, his mind unconsciously remembering the orphanage, the children in the orphanage.

She felt guilty about the children in that orphanage. She approached the orphanage with an ulterior purpose, and after the purpose was achieved, she quietly left, which undoubtedly hurt the feelings of the children, and the saddest thing is that she ran on the road of revenge and never realized it.

Moody realizes that Amosta is tilting her head to look at her, and suddenly wakes up to the fact that Moody is not Vitia Cleona.

"An orphanage?"

Moody, struggling to rein in his chaotic, bleak thoughts, exclaimed,

"You grew up in a Muggle orphanage. Sorry, I haven't heard of that! ”

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched, and she withdrew her gaze.

She had investigated some of Amosta Bryan's past in that orphanage, and she knew that Amosta Bryan had been abandoned at birth, and that his mother wanted to throw him into the river not far from the orphanage, and that it was an old man in the orphanage who had died desperately to save him.

If Brian's parents knew that their child would have such an amazing achievement in the future, would they regret abandoning him?

Did Amosta Bryan ever try to find his father?

At least, their parents loved themselves and sacrificed to protect them.

Vitia was startled by the thought that popped into her mind, for so many years, she had not forgotten the night when the light of hatred shone again, she remembered that hatred had always been only hatred, as if she had forgotten that her parents had died to protect her.

"Do you hate them?"

Uncontrolled, Moody blurted out.

Do you hate them?

The sound that fell into his ears made Amosta dazed for a moment, and this was the second time he had heard the question.

In the orphanage, similar topics are taboo, whether it is the staff of the orphanage or the children who live there, no one will take the initiative to mention the parents who abandoned them.

The first time Amosta heard this question was Harry's question.

"The staff at the orphanage and the children who grew up with me gave me a happy childhood—"

Amosta's answer to Vetia was different from Harry's, and he smiled and said,

"Life at Hogwarts was also very fulfilling and enjoyable, Severus took very good care of me and Dumbledore took care of me. Ah, of course, he cares for other purposes, and I think it's enough to have that. ”

Moody pursed his dry lips.

"Speaking of—" Amosta's tone relaxed, and he smiled, "how are your old fellows, Professor Moody, are they being cared for and treated?" ”

Moody froze for several seconds before realizing what Brian was saying again.

"Hmm-" Moody nodded, "thanks to your help, Brian—"

Amosta Bryan knew exactly what he meant.

Downplaying the hatred and focusing on the beauty of what is in front of you is the most important thing - what Amosta wants to convey is more like the idea of a druid, but she is her. It has been distorted beyond recognition by hatred, and it is becoming more and more comfortable with those who are wrong, evil.

Bang--

The crisp sound of the explosion reached Amosta's ears through the howling snowstorm, and he looked at the ice castle, where a series of fireworks were bursting over the square in front of the ice castle, and the young wizards were probably making a final celebration, and they had set off all the fireworks that Amosta had worked so hard to pull out in one go.

Moody was also attracted by the splendor of the Ice Castle, and he looked at the beautiful fireworks with obsession in his eyes.

However, the sudden strangeness of his body made Moody suddenly stand up, his heart pounding, and his eyes frightened.

Moody's hideous cheeks suddenly began to twist, like a mass of plasticine rubbed by large hands, the eye socket that was plugged with the magic eye was also swollen and uncomfortable, the blue magic eye creaked, as if it was about to be squeezed out by the new pupils in the eye socket, the hideous scars on the cheeks began to hide, the complexion became white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, a lot of vigorous emerald green hair quietly appeared in the gaps of the gray hair on the top of the head.

Smack!

The wooden leg fell to the ground with a clatter, and the newborn leg was growing rapidly!

Oops!

Moody's mind was horrified, and he immediately realized what had happened.

He hadn't taken another sip of the Polyjuice Decoction since he had followed Amosta out of the Ice Castle, and now, the time for his transformation had come, and he was about to be exposed!

Seriously. The exposure had already happened, and Amosta had probably realized that he should have found out the night before the Warriors' selection, but for some reason she didn't understand. Perhaps, trying to figure out why she had lurked into Hogwarts, Amosta never poked her.

The two of them had always maintained this wonderful tacit understanding, but now, this tacit understanding no longer existed, and she was about to be exposed to Amosta Bryan.

There was a boundless panic in her eyes that had turned green, not just because her plan and Voldemort's plan were about to fail completely, but for other reasons. Perhaps for a more important reason.

She didn't want to face Amosta Blaine because of guilt. There are also some inexplicable factors.

"Oh-"

Amosta, who had his back to Vetia, suddenly cried,

"It's getting late, I think it's time to put those crazy kids to bed--"

With that, Amosta jumped off the ice and walked towards the ice castle without looking back.

"The grill and those empty bottles, Professor Moody, and the house-elves clean up—"

Amosta waved his hand with his back to the lake, then strode into the blizzard.

Syllable--

The barrier of magic shattered, the wind and snow crowded this small slice of clear world, and on the shore of the lake, Vitia stood with her green hair fluttering, looking at Amosta's fading back in a daze.

(End of chapter)