Homecoming from Hogwarts

Fawkes woke up from his deep sleep at some point. He stretched his neck and cried, and Dumbledore's clear face was reflected in his ruby-like eyes.

However, there is a hint of sadness in the gentle cry.

On the wall behind the desk, among a group of silent old headmasters, Phineas had a lively expression, turning his head to look around, as if he was thinking about finding a place for Dumbledore.
"How's Harry?"

The three of them clinked their glasses again, and Amosta sighed and asked,

"Do you think he is ready, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"I can't give you an exact answer, Amosta—"

When talking about Harry, Dumbledore's eyes revealed a bit of kindness and a bit of sadness.

His eyes were wandering as he stared out the window. At the end of the endless darkness, a barely perceptible glimmer of light was about to begin to emerge.

"But I think--"

Dumbledore turned his head and said gently,

"After going through so many trials and tribulations, he did not lose his precious courage. His heart is still pure, full of kindness and love. And this is why he was able to get rid of Tom tonight -"

Amosta nodded, then lowered his brows and said nothing.

This topic was a little too profound for Horace.

He looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Amosta, frowning slightly as he pondered the deeper meaning of the words.

"Anyway--"

The three of them drank half a bottle of sherry in silence. Amosta rubbed his brows to ease his tense nerves, then smiled.

"We should all celebrate last night's victory --
In the nearly one year since Voldemort's resurrection, he has never suffered a blow like last night. With all his elite forces lost, I believe he will not be able to create any more terrorist incidents for a period of time, right, Horace?"

Amosta's gentle gaze fell on Horace, causing him to shudder all over.

"That's right--"

Horace bit his lip.

"I must admit that I was surprised by this. I thought a wizard as cunning and evil as him would never..."

"No one is invincible, Horace—"

Dumbledore silently refilled Horace's empty glass and watched him drink it with an encouraging look.

"In particular, he is firmly against justice. He will never be able to make everyone surrender. Those wizards with love and courage in their hearts will overturn the fear he has created at all costs."

Only Horace took the full glass and drank it all.

"Oh, there you go again - you always have that kind of talk, Albus. But I'm not I don't have one."

Horace's cheeks were already flushed, and after drinking the glass of wine, his eyes became misty and a little drunk.

Although he was smiling, Horace looked a little sad.

"Another drink, Horace?"

Amosta said in a cheerful tone.

"Oh, thank you. I think I do need it. I need to numb myself.
Speaking of which, you really can.”

Horace kept glancing at Amosta with his wandering eyes, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"You want to meet Lily with Sirius and the others, right?"

Dumbledore said,
"Do you remember that you always told us that Lily was your favorite student?"

"Oh no, Dumbledore!"

Horace's eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head.

"No, I don't want to. I don't have the courage to meet her."

"You needn't blame yourself, Horace—"

Amosta continued:
"I think you were deceived--"

"Blinded."

Horace's head was resting on the cushions of the sofa. He stared blankly at the white sky rolling in the sky, his eyes moist.
"That's right. I was deceived. This is the shame of my life. That night tortured me for the rest of my life."

Amosta and Dumbledore were both consciously tightening the pace.

"What we are doing is repairing a mistake, Horace—"

Dumbledore pleaded earnestly,

"To prevent more people from getting hurt. Many people have worked hard for this, so we can have this victory that you have witnessed with your own eyes. Now, we are only one step away from the final victory—"

“Just one step away.”

"That's right--" Amosta nodded.

"We are only one step away. You know what Voldemort relies on in the end, Horace. As long as we destroy those things, we can end everything."

A faint gray-green morning light shone into the window of the principal's office, and after refraction, the Sorting Hat was placed on a table behind the desk.

The oldest thing in this office half-nodded its eyes, just as it had done for thousands of years, quietly watching the wizards of Hogwarts use their wisdom, strength, courage and sincerity to resolve crises that could destroy the wizarding world time and time again.

The old principals also stared with their eyes wide open and dared not breathe. Phineas even pulled out a lock of his beard!
"Seven."

Horace, his head resting on the cushion, muttered something as if he were talking in a dream.

Wow!

Amosta and Dumbledore stood up almost at the same time, their eyes as sharp as knives.

"I can see--"

Dumbledore panted, his blue eyes behind the half-moon frame overflowing with excitement.
"Your memory. Horace, you know this is a big deal."

Amosta immediately picked up his empty glass, which twisted like mud on his body and turned into a glass bottle.

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"I swear to you. Dumbledore, Amosta--"

Horace pulled out his wand and slowly drew a strand of silver from his temple and threw it into the bottle in Amosta's hand.
“If I had known then that I…”

Horace's moist eyes closed and a soft snore sounded.

"Quick, Amosta--"

Dumbledore was as agile as a young man. He hurried to the end of his bookshelf and got the Pensieve, an excited smile on his old face.

"Here we go—"

Amosta's actions also reveal the joy of final liberation after being suppressed!

The misty silver threads melted in the silver liquid, and the unknown past finally unveiled its mysterious veil!
breathe.
Amosta took a deep breath, and then, together with Dumbledore, immersed himself in it.

The sun drove away the darkness, and life on earth was quickly recovering. However, the blood moon that had sunk into the sky still stubbornly lingered.

In the hospital wing, Hagrid, who was sleeping on the floor, suddenly began to snore loudly. Harry, who was sleeping, suddenly twitched his eyebrows.
Wow!

The sound of escaping the water.

"Seven!"

Dumbledore was panting, but he stared at Amosta with his eyes burning, his voice was a little hoarse, and he looked incredibly happy.

"Can you believe it, Amosta? There are only seven of us who are so lucky!"

"That is indeed the case. It seems that the goddess of luck is on our side, Dumbledore -"

Amosta's face also showed a look of genuine joy.

This is truly the best case scenario!
"We have destroyed five of Tom's notebooks, Slytherin's locket, the Resurrection Stone among the Three Hallows, Ravenclaw's diadem, and Hufflepuff's cup!"

Dumbledore's voice was excited.

"Only Nagini and the soul in Harry's body are left. We can start dealing with them right away!"

There was a burst of joyous celebration in the office!
These successive headmasters of Hogwarts also knew everything. They knew how many Horcruxes Dumbledore and Amosta had destroyed, and they knew that the guy who was known as the most evil wizard in history was only one step away from being finished!

Amid the excited cheers, the smile on Amosta's face froze after a flash of lightning passed through his mind.

“Not seven.”

Amosta said softly, and then Dumbledore's eyes flashed with confusion, and the smile on his face froze.

"Voldemort doesn't know Harry. So, yes."

Amosta's violet eyes were filled with confusion, and he stopped talking halfway through.

All senses except vision seemed to be stripped away, and the world was silent.

what happened?

Amosta asked in his heart.

He could see Dumbledore's panicked face. He had never seen Dumbledore so panicked before. The world was tilted in his vision.

I.fell down?

Amostas, who had never experienced anything like this before, thought in confusion.

In the grid of the bookshelf, the sword of Gryffindor displayed emitted an even brighter brilliance, and on the glass window that had been wiped clean enough to reflect even the smallest details, the figure of Amosstar falling was reflected.

Amosta saw it.

A pair of black and white wings suddenly grew out from his back, and the black one was burning. (End of this chapter)