Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 1007 Sigh

Rufus Scrimgeour put on his cloak and strode away, quickly disappearing into the flooded alley.

Amosta kept watching Rufus' back as he walked onto the road before he withdrew his gaze.

Scrimgeour was eventually convinced by him.

Unlike Kakus and Ludo, Amosta didn't promise him anything.

Because Amosta knew very well that if he intended to exchange power for promises, people like Rufus would just turn around and leave.

He had the guts to ask Rufus out and eventually convince him that, after all, they shared a fundamental common goal.

Of course, this is a transaction after all, and the fulfillment of rights is essential.

Turning his head, he found Aberforth behind the bar staring at him deeply. Amosta smiled.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Aberforth. Oh, but you don't have much business, do you?"

"A little trouble?"

Aberforth seemed to want to sneer, but unfortunately he couldn't laugh. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his puffed chest was enough to show how angry he was now.
"You were plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic in my bar. Phew, and you consider that just a minor inconvenience?!"

The low tone turned into a roar at the end, and Aberforth roared,

"If you want to spend the rest of your life with those evil dark creatures in Azkaban, I have no right to interfere, Brian, but I'm telling you, I absolutely do not want to take that step. I can't let you do whatever you want. I'm going to write a letter to the Ministry to expose you now!"

"Overthrow the Ministry?"

Amosta smiled.

"Oh, what a terrible misunderstanding, Aberforth, when did I ever say I wanted to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, I just wanted to correct some of the fatal course errors that the Ministry is currently making."

"Don't fool me with what those politicians say, Brian!"

Aberforth roared fiercely,
"I don't want to be dragged down to Azkaban just before I'm about to go into the coffin to enrich my life experience. I'm going to report you, Brian. Yes, I'm going to do it!"

After putting on his coat and waving his wand to clean up the leftovers on the table, Amosta laughed and said,
"Then please, Aberforth. But I'm afraid I don't have time to continue to tangle with you here. I have other meetings today. Well, good-bye--"

Amosta waved to the portrait on the mantelpiece, where the girl was looking at him timidly with curious eyes, and also left the Hog's Head Bar quickly.

The sound of the doorbell closing echoed in the dark, filthy bar, along with Aberforth's heavy breathing.

The azure eyes stared gloomily at the tightly closed wood. Suddenly, at some point, Aberforth's expression brightened. He rushed to the door and opened it. The empty path in front of the door made Aberforth's anger explode completely.

"Damn it Brian, you haven't paid yet!"

Amosta did not return to Hogwarts through the secret passage through Honeydukes, nor did he enter the school grounds through the main gate.

He climbed over the high slope where the Shrieking Shack was located, entered the deep forbidden forest from the undulating wilderness, and came to the border of the forbidden forest in the form of a shadow.

Amosta forgot about the venue flooded by the lake, and the little wizards who were preparing to go for morning exercises after class but were blocked in the hallway by the flood. Amosta once again praised his own wit.

A heavy rain turned the forbidden forest into an ocean. In the dark woods, there were no chirping of insects or birds, but instead the sound of gurgling water could be heard everywhere.

At first glance, the water in the forest is deep enough for boats to sail, and there are only a few tree stumps with tangled branches and rocks covered with green moss protruding from the water.

After determining the direction, Amosta once again turned into a shadow and quickly swept across the water. Ten minutes later, he appeared at the door of the centaur's camp.

The rain had just stopped, and the weak light in the sky was no longer as bright as it was in summer. Burning torches illuminated the dark forbidden forest.

The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest have lived here longer than Hogwarts has existed.

They were experienced enough that they would not be stumped by a heavy rain. The Centaurs' base was built on a high ground in the forbidden forest. Looking up at the several corpses hanging from the high poles next to the door frame of the wooden fort, which were made of thatch but still fresh, Amosta raised his eyebrows.
"Did these people break into the woods recently?"

The centaur elder Horn, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, waved his silver mane and dug a shallow pit in the wet ground with his front hooves.

Horn was not as angry as Firenze and Ronan who were holding torches behind him. Instead, there was a hint of sadness in his old voice.
“They are not British.”

With his hands behind his back, Amosta walked to several corpses hanging on high poles and swinging under the gaze of three centaurs. He carefully looked at their faces and found that there was no "familiar person". He shook his head in disappointment, and then smiled again.

"You know, if Hogwarts fails, there will be more foreigners here in the future, Horn—"

Hearing this, both Firenze and Ronan looked a little uneasy, and they both looked at the elder's back.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Blaine—"

Horn lowered his head, and his old voice sounded particularly tired.

"The Centaurs will not go against the will of heaven. The movement of the planets has shown the Centaurs what is about to happen. It is destined to happen. We will not intervene in the wizard's war."

"Haha, Horn, do you think this is--"

Amosta pointed at the guys in the air, then looked at Horn.
"Wizards' War?"

Firenze seemed anxious, as if he wanted to say something, but Ronan stopped him with his eyes. Horn still avoided Amosta's gaze, lowered his brows and said nothing.

Seeing this, Amosta did not press further, but just said lightly,
"Let's go--"

The sound of three centaurs stepping on water could be heard in the forest dominated by darkness, while Amosta floated beside Horn with his hands behind his back, moving slowly forward.

"Were they aware of the visit?"

Amosta's voice, which varied in tone and emotion, tore apart the oppression in the dark forest.

"I received your notice, but I haven't had time to negotiate with them yet."

Horn said.

Amosta nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then said in a lowered voice,
"How much do they know about Vitia Kleona's fate?"

"They don't know that Miss Cleona has been imprisoned in the wizard prison--"

Horn stumbled in a shallow puddle. Firenze and Ronan hurried forward to help Horn step out of the puddle. After kicking his hooves twice, Horn said tiredly,
“When Miss Cleopatra sent the members of the sect into the secret realm, she told them that they could not keep in touch with the outside world, otherwise they would face dangers from many sides.

Before being sent to the wizard prison, Miss Cleona seemed to have anticipated this. She told her tribesmen that she had a mission to perform and would need to be away for a long time.

Thinking of something, Horn looked at Amosta, who had a serious expression, and hesitated.

"If possible, Mr. Blaine, I hope you won't tell them this news when you meet them later.

You must know that she is very much loved and this news will be very hard for them, and"

Horn was slow to speak, and Amosta continued to speak for him expressionlessly.
"And it will intensify the conflict?"

There was a long silence, and the breeze carried away two sighs that sounded almost simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)

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