Homecoming from Hogwarts

In an instant, the world became quiet.

The howling snow and wind, the pack of wolves venting their murderous intent and brutality, and the howling sled dogs.

All the sounds disappeared after that man walked out of the wind and snow.

An invisible wave swept across all directions with that person as the center!

Wherever the waves passed, all living things, including the snow foam floating in the air and the snow wolves flying towards their prey, were like mosquitoes trapped in a lake that was about to freeze. Although they could still move, their movements were as slow as if they were slowed down a thousand times!

The world is so hopelessly silent!
As the figure's face became clearer, Jasna began to tremble uncontrollably.

Although she knew that there was no chance of her escaping from this man, her instinct to escape drove her to slowly raise her arms and cast her only offensive magic at that man.

What a wonderful magical phenomenon!
The Cutting Spell was originally invisible, but under the magic field radiated by Amos Tower Braine himself, the invisible Cutting Spell appeared as a transparent crescent-shaped shape in the air.

The crescent-shaped blade slowly floated towards Amosta Braine's chest.

Can it work?
Just as this ridiculous expectation emerged in Jasna's mind, the moon blade of the cutting spell dissipated like a sand tower hit by the waves after it got close to Amosta Braine for a certain distance.

"Hehe--"

Jasna looked at the pair of purple eyes that were as deep as the distant starry sky and smiled with a tragic look on her face.

The silent Enma took action.

He seemed completely unaffected by the magic radiating from Amosta Braine's body. He slowly stood up and stood in front of Jasna.

"Enma--"

Jasna was startled. She stood up in a hurry and grabbed Enma's arm. But after doing this, she found that Amosta Brian did not suppress them with magic.

"He came to arrest me. I have no power to fight him—"

Facing Enma's gaze, Jasna pursed her lips.

"Sorry, Enma, I'm actually a wizard criminal--"

Old Enma remained silent as always, but she patted Jasna's hand which was holding her arm.

"You don't blame me?"

Jasna looked up in astonishment and stared into old Enma's eyes, and at this glance, her body began to tremble again.

The numbness in old Enma's dim eyes disappeared at some point. He looked at me tenderly, without any trace of blame.

"Thanks--"

After trying her best, Jasna managed to suppress her urge to cry.
"Enma is just an innocent Muggle. He saved me because he knew nothing about my past. You can't hurt him."

Jasna said, her tone and eyes full of pleading.

Amosta's calm gaze cast a shadow over Enma and Jasna.

"I'm glad you asked me this, Ms. Rosier. It at least shows that you understand that Muggle lives are equally valuable--"

Jasna fell silent.

Yeah, she did so many stupid things.

"Is my father still alive?"

For a moment, Jasna was glad that it was Amosta Blaine who found her, and not her father.

If her father had found her first, then old Enma would probably have no chance of survival.

"At least I didn't receive any news of his death—"

Amosta's voice was calm, as if he was chatting with a friend, without any aggressiveness.

still alive
Jasna breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, she didn't want her father to die.

"I want to know, what will be done to me, Mr. Blaine?"

After a short silence, Jasna asked,
"Is it the death penalty?"

Even Enma, who was watching her, turned her gaze away and looked at Amosta calmly.

"Oh, I suppose it shouldn't be that bad—"

Amosta moved the corners of his mouth, took his hands out of his pockets, and brushed off the few snowflakes that hit his eyelashes.

"You know, there is no death penalty in the current British wizarding law. The only person I can kill without regard for the law is your latest master -"

Amosta put his hands in his pockets again.
"Even without mentioning your previous crimes, based on your escape from Azkaban, joining the Death Eaters and engaging in a series of terrorist activities after the escape, I think the Wizengamot should sentence you to life imprisonment." Life imprisonment.
This cannot be said to be an unexpected result. Jasna slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She was mentally prepared for this.

This is the price she must pay.

She didn't feel angry or scared, but she did feel a little regretful.
This regret is not that I can no longer help my father to complete his "beautiful" dream, but
Jasna looked at the skinny old man beside her and smiled.

If if
As if sensing Jasna's intention, Enma pressed his strong hand on the back of Jasna's palm with a little force.

"let her go."

His cloudy eyes reflected Amosta's face. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke. His hoarse voice and calm tone revealed an unspeakable meaning. In short, it was not a request.

嗬.
Amosta smiled and said calmly,

"It can't be done."

Jasna suddenly felt that the surroundings became even colder. She shivered and then tugged at Old Enma's sleeve.

"You don't know who he is, Enma. Although you know wizards, you don't understand the world of magic. He did nothing wrong, and I do deserve to be put in jail. You said that we all need to atone for the crimes we committed. There is no escape."

Jasna slowly raised her hand and stroked old Enma's cheek. In a trance, she seemed to see the past and regret hidden in every wrinkle on the old man's face.

"I have one more request, Mr. Blaine--"

Jasna suddenly said.

If the one who came to arrest her today was an Auror from the German Ministry of Magic, she would never say anything, but since it was Amos Tower Blaine
This is a unique wizard who cannot be described simply as good or evil.

People call him the successor to the greatest wizard of our time, which means that people also recognize the greatness of Amos Tower Braine.

"By all means, Ms. Rosier—"

"Can you not erase old Enma's memory of me, Mr. Braine?"

Jasna looked at Amosta pleadingly, her emotions agitated.
"I don't want to forget, old Enma. If you are willing to show some mercy, I will be very grateful!"

As she expected, Amosta did not sneer at a prisoner's humble request. In fact, he agreed without thinking.
"No problem, I can promise you."

"Thanks--"

Jasna nodded to Amosta, expressing her gratitude wholeheartedly.

"Can I take up a few more of your time, Mr. Blaine?"

Jasna asked again, and the request was met as expected.

Turning her head, Jasna held old Enma's hand, with a timid smile on her lips, like an ordinary little girl asking her grandfather for pocket money.

"Can you make me another bowl of fish and potato soup, Enma?"

The old man's expression changed subtly.

“That tasted terrible.”

"Do not--"

Jasna smiled.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten!”

Some potatoes that old Enma brought as dry food were scattered on the ice. They were frozen hard. Under old Enma's slightly swaying gaze, she limped and carefully picked up the potatoes one by one.

The cutting spell cut through the frozen lake surface, and soon a few fish jumped out and were immediately frozen.

"Can I borrow your wand, Mr. Blaine?"

Jasna seemed to have let it go. She was not at all afraid of Amosta's reputation and asked politely.

"Here——"

Amosta smiled calmly, waved his hand, and the magic wand floated out from his sleeve and flew into Jasna's palm.

Amos Tower Blaine's Wand
Looking at the ebony wand in her hand with awe, Jasna had a greater respect for Amosta Blaine.

She waved her wand and a stove appeared on the ice. She waved it again and the stove, filled with wood, burst into flames.

"I can't wait, Enma--"

Jasna smiled and said to the old man with obvious sadness in his eyes. (End of this chapter)