Homecoming from Hogwarts

Related to him?
The vampires and Aurors were waiting for Fawkes in astonishment. They didn't understand why a bird, rather than an intelligent magical creature, could speak. But Amelia recognized the voice: it was the headmaster of Hogwarts, president of the International Confederation of Wizards, and the greatest wizard of our time - Albus Dumbledore.

After getting over the initial surprise, Sirius focused his attention on the core. Dumbledore obviously wanted to hide something and did not say it clearly, but Sirius guessed that this 'he' was most likely Voldemort!

"It's none of his business, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta responded to the blue gaze calmly.

"He was a wizard who used this magic in history. The way he used this magic was quite special, and the container he chose to carry his soul was also very special."

"Oh, really?"

Fox's blue eyes burst with more interest.

"I haven't heard you say a word."

"I'm so sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore -"

Amosta remained unmoved;
"It's not time to share this story with you yet."

Sirius, who was confused by what he heard, suddenly had an idea and his eyes changed slightly as he looked at Amosta.

He recalled the time they went on an adventure to Azkaban last summer. Like a dream, he actually saw the memories of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw.
Following the memories of the two founders, they explored the secret underground of the island of Azkaban - that journey also confused Sirius, but he knew that it must involve the secret that Amosta was trying to hide, so he vowed to keep it secret from others and not tell anyone what happened during that journey.

But Amosta's reaction at that time was worth pondering. Sirius remembered that when he swore a secret, Amosta told him that if he disappeared one day, he should tell Dumbledore everything.
It's not time yet. Amosta had just said something similar to Dumbledore.

Sirius' lips moved, but he finally suppressed his curiosity.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

A low, hoarse voice sounded, and Graves looked at the phoenix squatting on Brian's shoulder with a sinister look.

"If it's Albus Dumbledore. Ah, I see--"

Graves showed a ferocious smile.

"Is that how you got your confidence, Brian? You secretly had Dumbledore come to New York. Oh, in the form of a bird?"

"I am very sorry that we should meet under these circumstances, Mr. Graves,"

Dumbledore's sigh echoed in the shattered hall.
"I still remember that three years ago, the International Confederation of Wizards organized a meeting on how to ensure the safety of ordinary people in the magical community. Samuel brought a speech that was said to be from you. Some of the suggestions in it were very wise."

"Oh, really?" Graves said mockingly. "I had forgotten about that."

Dumbledore was about to say something, but Amosta interrupted him.

"He doesn't have a thorough grasp of this magic, and he has let too much of his reason leave his soul. It's impossible to expect him to repent for his actions. Even if he can really repent, he can't get his soul back--"

Amosta looked at the vampire ancestor who was standing beside Graves like an exquisite wax figure, with a deep gaze.

"repent?"

Graves opened his mouth, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"I think it won't be long before you kneel before me and confess your disrespect to a great master!"

Sirius couldn't help but sneer. No one who dominated the contemporary magic world had the courage and the strength to speak so arrogantly in front of Dumbledore and Amos Star. But when he saw Graves turn his wrist and another dark wand appeared in his palm, Sirius's expression immediately turned ugly. "This is your wand, Amos Star!"

Amelia exclaimed, having once confiscated Amosta's wand herself, she recognized it immediately.

"Dumbledore."

Sirius also realized an important thing.

"How much can you do in this state?"

"Very limited—" Dumbledore chuckled.

At this time, most of the Aurors came to their senses. With Amos Blaine and Albus Dumbledore standing in front of them, they subconsciously relaxed their nerves, but now thinking about it, the situation was still very critical.

Dumbledore was not present in person. Even if he was, it was hard to say how much strength Dumbledore, who was over a hundred years old and had not fought in public for half a century, would have. Amosstar Blaine could indeed make people feel at ease under normal circumstances, but his wand was still with Graves!
"for you--"

Amelia, realizing these things, immediately handed the wand to Amosta, with a determined light reflected in her pure brown eyes.

"No matter what magic he has learned, I believe you can stop him!"

Amosta forgot about Amelia and raised his eyebrows, but then smiled gently.

"Thanks. But I don't think I need--"

"No? You don't need it?"

Graves smiled.
"Does this mean that you already know that you are powerless in front of me now? Are you ready to die under your own wand?"

Dumbledore remained silent and just looked at him sadly, while Amosta extended his hand to Graves, making an invitation gesture.

"If you think you can kill me, then please try--"

Selina's eyebrows immediately stood up, she knew that Amos Tower Blaine was a powerful wizard rarely seen in his time, and the Daily Prophet on the other side of the ocean had been reporting on this for a long time, but... He wanted to fight against Graves who seemed to have mastered some evil power without a magic wand?

Pursing her lips, Selina waited for Amosta's back, but before she could persuade him, Uriel pulled out her wrist and shook his head secretly.

Seemingly fed up with Amosta's mystification, Graves lost the desire to say anything more. He looked at Amosta, who was standing calmly dozens of feet away, with cold eyes, tightened the wand in his hand that originally belonged to the person opposite him, and slowly raised his arm -
"Unless you have the same ability as Harry Potter, prepare to die, Brian!"

After a fierce roar, Graves swung his wand down brazenly!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Except for the vampires who were used by Graves and were now panic-stricken and scattered around, not knowing what to do, Sirius, Amelia, and the Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States of America all had fear on their faces. Many of them raised their wands without controlling themselves to block the curse for Amosta.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The moment he waved his wand, Graves felt extremely peaceful. He believed that Amos Tower Blaine would die under his spell, as well as the phoenix possessed by Dumbledore. As for the rest, he did not intend to kill them. If they were willing to surrender, he could lead these vampires and Aurors to create a more perfect magical world than the current one.
However, this beautiful fantasy was interrupted before it ended, and Graves's confident expression froze!

He stared in horror at his right hand, at Amosta's wand. He could feel an extremely powerful force surging from the dark wand, and he could not resist it at all!
Click!

The flash of golden lightning obscured everyone's vision and even dispersed the scarlet moonlight covering the earth!
Amelia could only hear the miserable screams and the whistling of the wind. It was like the sound of something burning fiercely!
When she finally overcame her blurred vision and looked towards Graves impatiently, she found that Graves had disappeared. Where he had just stood, there was only a small cluster of golden flames burning on the ground.

(End of this chapter)