Homecoming from Hogwarts

King's Cross Station.

In the hidden unloading platform, Amosta had just seen off Kingsley and others who were about to rush to the platform.

Professor McGonagall, who was preparing to join the battle to fight the Death Eaters, was sent by Amosstar to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

He turned around and walked into the control room of an empty car of the train filled with gold coins.

Taifer was looking in shock at the flashing lights and shadows on a black screen in the car.

That was Diagon Alley where troops from both sides were gathering quickly. The suffocating sense of solemnity overflowed through the screen.

"How about this, isn't this thing interesting--"

Amosta's sudden voice startled Taifir, who was watching intently. He jumped up from the sofa, raised his cane in front of him, and looked in horror at the wizard who walked into the carriage. The wizard had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a faint smile on his handsome face.

Amostar Blaine!
According to official information released by the Ministry of Magic, this wizard is no more than 25 years old.

A 25-year-old wizard, his record is so impressive that looking at the world's magical civilization, only Albus Dumbledore can be slightly better than him. He is simply a monster!
"I I have already - already"

"don’t worry--"

Looking at Taifer who was frightened to the point of speaking without thinking, Amosta waved his hand and smiled gently.
"We are a team, aren't we?"

Together
Taifel's taut lips moved slightly, and a hint of astonishment appeared in his heart.

A rare magical genius throughout history, young and famous, he thought that Amos Tower Brian would be a very arrogant wizard in private, but unexpectedly, he was quite down-to-earth.

Stealing a glance at Amosta, Taifer found that he was looking at Thanatos, who was lying on the sofa, with a strange smile on his young face that he could not understand.

After hesitating for a moment, Taifeier asked in a low voice,
"Thanatos. Him?"

"Oh, he's fine—"

Amosta spoke briskly;

"It's just that his magic power is exhausted and he needs to recuperate for a while. The Titan skeleton is still too much for him.

Oh, of course, he'd better go to St. Mungo's for a thorough examination."

Taifer immediately understood what Brian was hinting at, and that was what he was happy to do.

Although Brian had always been polite and easy-going, the pressure he unintentionally exuded from his every move was too much pressure on him.

"I'll send him there now!"

Taifer said as he hurried forward to lift up the unconscious Thanatos.

When he walked to the door, the empty freight platform outside the train without a single person in sight made Taifer silent.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned to look at Brian, who was watching them leave.

"I heard that the gold loaded on this train will be delivered to the Ministry of Magic."

"Not really—"

Amosta's calm smile,
"Once the battle in Diagon Alley is over, this batch of gold will be relocated to Gringotts, the underground vault of the Ministry of Magic."

Send the gold back?!

Taifer looked surprised, but when his eyes met Amosta Braine's purple eyes as deep as the abyss, he quickly collected his thoughts, wisely asked nothing, just nodded, and got out of the car quickly.

Amosta watched as Taifer carried Thanatos away through Disapparation.

Back at the bar, Amosta picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then silently watched the two torrents that were already fighting each other.

The death of Emmeline Vance did not affect Amosita much.

Many people will die in this war today.

He calmly watched the furious Kingsley rush forward to fight with the Carrow brothers and sisters. Before long, Alecto Carrow was killed by Kingsley, and he himself also lost a leg.

It's a pity
The position of Head of Auror Office is as cursed as that of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

People who hold this position have problems with their legs and feet.

Alycus Carrow screamed heart-wrenchingly and rushed forward to kill Kingsley who had lost his fighting ability. Fortunately, Hagrid came out of his grief and stopped her. Kingsley was also taken away from the battlefield by the striker of the Ministry.

Amosta also saw Arthur and Alastor team up to fight Antonius Dolohov.

In the flying mud, Anthony Dolohov was pierced through the chest by a curse light shot by Arthur. The expression on his cruel face suddenly froze, and the unwilling light in his eyes quickly faded.

However, the spell he cast before his death also exploded in Arthur's abdomen, causing blood and flesh to rot!
Alastor rushed to the fallen Arthur and roared. Another striker who was fighting the dark wizard nearby soon arrived and disappeared into the battlefield with Arthur.

Amosta also saw the desperate struggle between the Longbottoms and Bellatrix.

Amostar was not moved by the departure of Arthur and Kingsley, but when he saw Bellatrix being put on the defensive and losing ground under the combined hands of the Longbottoms, Amostar's brows unconsciously frowned slightly, and his hand holding the wine glass slowly increased the strength.

It wasn't until a huge and bloated wizard joined the 'private duel' and rescued Bellatrix that Amostra breathed a sigh of relief.

The duel between Sirius and Lucius was difficult to determine the winner for a while, and Amostar's eyes moved.

When the golden cup soaked in mud came into view——
pat!

There was a flash of lightning in the purple eyes, and all the wine bottles on the wine rack were shattered by the little power leaked out by Amosita!

The basement kitchen at Grimmauld Place.

There was no wind in the room. The candles on the candelabra on the long table emitted flickering lights, just like the moods of everyone in the kitchen.

All of the Weasley children, except for the three oldest sons, sat at the long table.

Fred and George's faces no longer had their usual liveliness. The twins sat quietly in the chairs, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight.

Ron also had a dull expression. His face was pale and he stared at his hands spread out on his knees, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ginny curled up in the chair, her arms wrapped around her bent and calves, her face buried between her knees, and others could not see her expression clearly.

The nails of Harry's clenched fists dug into his flesh, the corners of his eyes twitched constantly, and there was a light flashing in his wide green eyes, as if he was afraid of something.

Hermione looked at everyone uneasily, biting her lips with her pearly teeth, and wanted to say something several times, but nothing came out.

Snap -
At the stove, a plate fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Mrs. Weasley, looking pale, squatted down in panic and picked up the fragments on the ground.

hiss--
In her panic, her fingers were scratched by the sharp edge of the fragments and blood immediately flowed out.

Mrs. Weasley gasped, then remembered that she was a wizard, and stood up and hurriedly drew her wand to repair the plate.

However, although she was good at housework, her magic was not working well at this moment. No matter how she fiddled with the wand, the fragments on the ground just trembled and refused to come together.

"Let me do it, Mrs. Weasley—"

The Weasley children at the long table were all trapped in fear. They saw their mother's injured finger but did not show much reaction.

Hermione's breathing quickened for a moment, and she quickly stood up and went to Mrs. Weasley. After repairing the plates, she hurriedly took gauze from the cupboard.

"Oh, thank you, Hermione--"

Mrs. Weasley gave a hurried laugh.
"Normally, this kind of situation wouldn't happen. Magic suddenly failed."

Hermione said nothing, but squeezed Mrs. Weasley's hand.

call!
At this moment, a weak flame in the fireplace suddenly became stronger.

The children who seemed to be frozen came back to life immediately. They pushed away the chairs behind them and stared blankly at a letter flying out from the flames!

"The letter from the Ministry -"

George squeezed out a dry voice from his throat.
"I saw the Ministry's stamp."

Harry stood up from his chair as well, looking at the letter hovering over them with a mixture of desire and fear.

"Arthur Weasley is seriously injured and has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He needs care!"

A breathless wizard's voice that they had never heard of before rang out, causing the Weasley children to shudder. (End of this chapter)