Homecoming from Hogwarts

What happened later was so sudden that Harry even forgot to think about the whereabouts of Malfoy and the black witch Cliona.

Caught off guard, Harry and his companions were all surprised when they saw these two people in the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall and the others also showed a considerable degree of shock at the appearance of Harry and the others.

"Merlin on top!"

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and she rushed over with hurried steps.

"I can't believe you're still alive!"

Professor McGonagall's angry look made it so difficult for Harry and his companions to raise their heads.

"Now is not the time to lecture, Minerva—"

Sirius rubbed Harry's head.

"Harry and the others have just experienced a fierce battle. Dumbledore will be here soon, along with the Ministry of Magic's strikers and a group of arrested Death Eaters."

Fierce battles and arrested Death Eaters?!
Professor McGonagall stared at the little wizards from her college with a distressed expression.

“Can anyone explain?”

Professor Slughorn frowned and said,
"After you ran away, Dumbledore sent us a message with a phoenix feather, asking us to wait here, and then Mr. Malfoy and this Death Eater suddenly appeared here and scared us."

Why were Vitia Cliona and Draco Malfoy brought to Professor Dumbledore's office.

Harry had the answer himself without anyone asking him questions.

I'm afraid that Professor Brain isn't as lax as he thinks.

He must have tampered with the vine wand on the wooden table next to the sofa early in the morning. Wait!

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the wooden table in the office. In addition to the staff, there was another...
"Sirius, that's"

Harry's voice was slightly hoarse, and Hermione behind him covered her mouth and shook her head gently, as if she didn't want to believe what she saw.

"You saw it right—"

Sirius's face was expressionless, but his grey eyes were filled with sadness.

"It was Kreacher. It died saving me—"

The sadness in the air caused an oppressive silence to fall in the principal's office.

Returning to Hogwarts meant that Harry was out of danger.

Sirius left Harry's side but Harry followed him immediately, and Hermione and others also followed.

They came to the wooden table, stood in a circle, and looked at Kreacher, who was already cold but had a strangely satisfied smile on his face.

It was as if a solemn funeral was taking place in the principal's office.

However, the one being remembered is a house-elf.

There are some discordant sounds.

But not from the wizard in the office, but from the portraits on the wall.

"It's a worthy death, right--"

The one mumbling quietly was Sirius's great-great-grandfather.
"I saved the last male of the Black family. Speaking of which, when will Dumbledore come back? I want to know what happened."

No one paid any attention to Phineas Black, but Armando gave Phineas a contemptuous look in his own frame.

Kreacher had a hole in his stomach and died in a not very dignified manner.

But, as a humble house-elf.

When it left this world, there were so many wizards seeing it off. I'm afraid that no elf has enjoyed such treatment in thousands of years.

Harry couldn't pretend that he liked Kreacher very much, but if he had given his life to save Sirius then Harry was sincerely grateful and respected him.

boom--
Fox's flames exploded in the air, and then a large group of people appeared, making the spacious principal's office much more crowded.

First, Dumbledore walked out of the flames, followed by a group of Death Eaters escorted by Kingsley and the strikers.

Draco, who had been sitting on the sofa without saying a word and with a dead look in his eyes, subconsciously stood up and looked at his father who was tied up with ropes. Lucius was the first to notice and breathed a sigh of relief as his son remained silent.

"What the hell is this."

Professor McGonagall looked at the ragged, blood-soaked Death Eater with fear and trepidation, but before she could finish her question, Dumbledore raised his intact right hand to stop her.

"There is much to be said to-night, Minerva, but before that, Amostard must return here to Forks?"

The phoenix hovering in the air cried softly and then disappeared.

A few seconds later, Fox reappeared, along with Amosta. Amosta looked over at them one by one, starting with Harry and the others.

It looked like he had been through a tough battle, but fortunately he didn't suffer any serious injuries.

Then, he looked at Vitiya, and their eyes only met in the air for a moment before they looked away.

Malfoy, Rookwood, Rabastan. And Bellatrix, who was grinning at him.

Amostard glanced at Bellatrix for a moment, then at Draco Malfoy.

This kid has been through more than anyone tonight and might need some comforting.

As this thought crossed Amosta's mind, he noticed Kreacher on the wooden table.

He pursed his lips and finally looked at Dumbledore.

"Failed—"

Dumbledore shook his head.

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Amosta nodded silently.

Amosta couldn't say that he had no expectations for the result of not getting the double snake staff, but he had to give it a try.

"your hands?"

There was a faint smell of death on Dumbledore's body. Following that smell, Amosta looked at Dumbledore's hand.

"The price you pay for touching that twin snake staff."

Dumbledore raised his withered left hand with a look of worry between his brows.

Everyone who was at the Ministry of Magic tonight saw what happened, but several of the headmasters and Professor Slughorn were unaware of it.

Only then did they notice Dumbledore's left hand. Slughorn gasped, Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, her thin body trembling slightly, and even Severus stared at Dumbledore's withered hand in a daze.

Vitia looked at Amosta and moved her lips, but in the end she didn't speak.

Dumbledore simply showed his withered hand and then put it down, pointing his eyes at the group of Death Eaters.

"I thought you might want to talk to some of them, so I brought them all here. They can be detained in Avalon Prison or in Hogwarts before the formal trial at the Wizengamot—"

Many people in the office gasped when they heard that the Death Eaters were imprisoned in Hogwarts.

But if you think about it calmly, this is indeed the safest way.

Amosta nodded, his gaze once again covering everyone, and people were looking at him.

"Kingsley, and all the strikers, please keep them in my office. I will deal with them later."

Amosta began to clean up the situation.

After Kingsley and his group took the Death Eaters away, Amosita took out his wand and summoned his patronus, Teng Snake, which still had black and white wings on its back and looked very stable.

When Dumbledore provoked the Staff of the Twin Serpents, his worst fears did not come to pass.

"Flomid, please come to the principal's office. Vitia is here."

The guardian spirit passed through the wall and left with Amosta's instructions.

"Minerva, please ask Madam Pomfrey to come here and check on Harry and the others--"

Professor McGonagall nodded heavily and strode away.

"Please take a seat, everyone--"

Amosta waved his wand again, creating many stools in the office, and then waved his hand to remove the fire chains that bound Vitia.
Such a move frightened Harry, but when he thought that it was she who appeared in the Ministry of Magic with Sirius tonight, it seemed to mean that she had betrayed Voldemort.

Having figured this out, Harry said nothing more.

Professor McGonagall came back very quickly, and judging from the frequency of her panting, she seemed to have been running all the way.

Madam Pomfrey almost fainted after seeing this group of students, each of whom was injured.

"They all need to rest, Principal, Amosta!"

After a quick insistence, Madam Pomfrey said,
"In my opinion, each of them needs to stay in the hospital for three days!"

"I'd be happy to give them a week's holiday, Poppy—"

Amosta said,
"But wait until they have explained what happened tonight, Sirius, you tell me about your situation first--"

(End of this chapter)