Homecoming from Hogwarts

Voldemort's horrified roar made Harry finally look up.

He saw that his wand emitted a soft golden-red light, warm and colorful, as beautiful as the clouds that appeared in the sky when the sun set!
When Voldemort disappeared from sight, Harry stopped showing his power.

The light shot out from his magic wand rolled back to the sky, and the light mist formed was as brilliant as a laser for a moment, but eventually dissipated under the constant breeze!
Uh!
Harry blinked in confusion.

His magic had just driven out Voldemort?!

Looking at Sirius again, he, like Remus, opened his mouth and stared at Harry, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets in shock.

And Alastor, Tonks, Bill and some others all looked at Harry with a hint of respect in their eyes!

There is no need to say much about how powerful and difficult the mysterious man is.

Even though Amosta tried his best and was able to compete with him, he did not show any signs of crushing him.

And Harry's magic made Voldemort flee in panic.

boom--
Professor Blaine walked out of the void. His expression was not as exaggerated as Sirius and the others, but Harry could still read complexity in his brown eyes.

"Professor Blaine, I—"

Harry moved his lips in confusion. He wanted to ask, but an irresistible feeling of dizziness arose for no reason and instantly swept through his consciousness.

boom--
Harry's eyes rolled back and his face slammed to the ground.

Needless to say, this terrified the Order of the Phoenix and the others, and Alastor yelled at them to send Harry to St. Mungo's as soon as possible.

"What's going on, Amosta, Harry--"

Amosta looked calm. He looked deeply at the fainted Harry and said soothingly,

"Don't worry, it's just exhaustion, nothing serious. Of course, it would be best to send him to St. Mungo's for a checkup. You all need to go to St. Mungo's, Sirius, you also need to check your injuries--"

Sirius said nothing, nodded solemnly to Amosta, and then disappeared together with Remus, holding Harry's left and right hands.

"Potter, this kid, he just..."

Alastor asked hesitantly before leaving.

"If you really want to talk about it, the reasons are very complicated, Mad-Eye."

Although he didn't get an answer, Alastor was relieved. He nodded and smiled at Amosta, his eyes showing no sign of hiding his admiration for the young man.
"Well done, Amosta."

"Ah, thank you--"

Amosta tilted the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly.

The Death Eaters and their army of dark wizards had long since disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic's strikers and the Order of the Phoenix had evacuated one after another.

Only some "daring" reporters did not leave during the previous round of evacuation, but "lurked" on the outskirts of the battlefield.

They ran madly along the ridges that divided the square fields, heading towards the place where Voldemort was last seen and the place where the golden-red light swept across the sky.

But at a distance of about a hundred feet, the reporters hesitated and dared not get closer.

Amos Tower Blaine was the only one there.

At the edge of Diagon Alley and the vast rice fields, under the ever-changing sky, Amos Tower Blaine stared at the ruins of war with a solemn expression.

The once prosperous Diagon Alley was now dark, like the crater of a volcano that had just erupted.

Gringotts, the iconic building of Diagon Alley, has completely lost its ground-floor buildings, and the shops on both sides of the cobblestone road have all been flattened.

Diagon Alley Station still has a few broken walls that are struggling to hold on.

On the other hand, in the Diagon Alley industrial area further away, those workshops were far away from the center of the battlefield and had magical protections themselves, so only some buildings collapsed in the aftermath of the war.

This is simply a perfect composition!
Mr. Amos Towers Braine, who had just experienced a great battle and fought against the mysterious man, stood on the edge of the ruins and stared at the battlefield, seemingly worried about the future of the British wizarding world.

The reporters' cameras were about to start smoking!

boom!
A man appeared at the edge of Amosta, and the reporters were stunned for a few seconds, and then the shutter sounds became more frantic.

"Are you upset that you couldn't beat Tom, Amosta?"

His silver-white hair swayed in the wind in the wilderness. Looking at the outstanding young man in front of him, Dumbledore smiled briskly and seemed to be in a good mood. "I know that he and I will be evenly matched, but the Dark Lord seems unable to accept this reality."

Amosta smiled, he exchanged glances with Dumbledore, and then both of them suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the center of the battlefield, the red magma on the ground has not yet cooled down, and the high temperature makes the air hazy and distorted.

At their feet, an exquisite golden cup with two handles was floating in a pool of magma. On the surface of the golden cup, there was a layer of black stains that looked like dried blood.

“This is the fourth one.”

It is hard to tell whether Dumbledore's words contained more heaviness or relief.

Tiara, Notebook, Locket and Gold Cup
So far, four Horcruxes have been destroyed by Amosta.

Except for Harry and Voldemort's snake, which they both confirmed was a Horcrux.

The ring of the Gaunt family, which is hidden somewhere unknown, is also very likely to be a Horcrux.

That's seven.
Amosta and Dumbledore's eyes met in the air, and both of them understood what the other was thinking.

They had to find out as soon as possible how many Horcruxes Voldemort had created for himself.

Dumbledore's view was that Voldemort could not split his soul more than ten times without completely losing his mind.

That was to say, there were perhaps two Horcruxes at most that they had no information about that needed to be found. Of course, with any luck, the seven Horcruxes they currently knew about might be all that Voldemort had.

Harry's problem had to be dealt with last.

The ring can only be found by Dumbledore, who knows Voldemort best. As for the venomous snake named Nagini,
Amosta looked at the ashes floating in the air with a distant look.

In order to ensure a complete failure, neither he nor Dumbledore could do anything to Nagini again.

Voldemort would be optimistic and think that the golden cup was destroyed by coincidence.

But if Nagini also died at the hands of Braine or Dumbledore, or even the people of the Order of the Phoenix and Harry's men, Voldemort would be alert immediately.

He had to find a 'safe and harmless' person, someone that Voldemort would not suspect at all, and kill the snake at a suitable coincidence.

This required proper planning, and after Amosita temporarily kept it in mind, he put the matter aside.

Buzz--
With a flick of his finger, the floating golden cup floated into the air in the gradually cooling magma, and slowly spun under the gaze of Amosta and Dumbledore.

"The last wishes of Ms. Helga Hufflepuff—"

Dumbledore looked at him with a hint of respect.

"Did you notice, Amosta, that like the Lady Ravenclaw's diadem, it was not destroyed by your powerful fire--"

Amosta nodded slightly, his eyes falling on a real magic rune at the foot of the cup, which was completely different in style from the patterns left by the goblins when they cast the golden cup.

The same runes as the tiara, locket, and sword of Gryffindor in Dumbledore's office!

Suddenly, Amosita's eyebrows twitched, his eyes were burning, and he turned to look at Dumbledore.

Amosta seemed to be particularly concerned about the runes left behind by the four founders of Hogwarts.

"If I'm not mistaken, Amosta, you're thinking--"

Dumbledore frowned.

"I almost forgot this. Unintentionally, we have acquired the most famous treasures left by the four founders of Hogwarts, the four true runes."

Even after the duel with Voldemort, Amosta's heart was not as throbbing as it is now.

"If they meet--"

"Fox!"

Dumbledore made a prompt decision, and his old voice spread across the hellish Diagon Alley.

"Please take Amosta and I back to Hogwarts."

(End of this chapter)