Homecoming from Hogwarts

A line of fire appeared in the void above Amostasi's head, flickering in light and dark like a burnt parchment. The fire line sank and burned the pale space. Wherever it passed, it suddenly fell into darkness. Before Sirius and the others could react, their eyes went dark and the dizziness that had just appeared came over them again.

call--
As if waking up from a dream, the Aurors of the Magical Congress rubbed their sleepy eyes among the ruins, struggling to get rid of their rigid thoughts.

"Hiss, Merlin's beard!"

Sirius's grey eyes were the first to regain clarity. When he saw the situation around him, he subconsciously took a breath of cold air and jumped up unconsciously, jumping onto a raised cement slab beside him.

Sirius' scream made everyone more eager to see the situation clearly, and Uriel even fired a shot directly at his face like a fountain.

There were gasps one after another, and people jumped up from the ground like frightened locusts, struggling to break free from the bright red earth that was as sticky as asphalt. The entire mountaintop was red, and the air was filled with the stench of rancid blood, as if it had been irrigated with blood.

"What's the matter, Amosta?"

Sirius squatted on the cement slab, cleaning his trouser legs and shoes with a spell. He wrinkled his nose and asked Amosta, who was floating a few feet above the ground with a faint smile on his face,

"Where exactly were we just now? What happened to all this blood? You've completely eliminated that monster, haven't you?"

"Dumbledore and I teamed up to pull the vampire ancestor into the spiritual world. Judging from the strength of the soul alone, the vampire's soul power is very strong, so Dumbledore and I cannot control the scope so accurately, and it affects you."

Amosta pointed to the ground.
"After its soul was destroyed, its body automatically disintegrated, so it became like this. Oh, I'm a little tired, so I'll let someone else clean up the battlefield."

"so--"

Sirius raised his eyebrows.

"Is the trouble over?"

"As you can see."

Amosta shrugged and smiled.

"That's great!"

Sirius smiled excitedly. He wanted to rush over to give Amosta a hug, but when he stepped forward, he saw the disgusting blood plasma on the ground and retracted his foot in disgust.

"It's all over."

Amelia looked around. The breeze blew around the hills, taking away the stench in the air. Even the moon in the sky became brighter. After a few breaths of silence, Amelia looked up and asked,

"Grayvis. Him?"

"already dead."

Amosta restrained his smile and directed his gaze towards Selina and Uril, who were leading the Aurors. Facing Amosta's gaze, the two looked ashamed and terrified. They thought that Amosta was going to settle accounts with the Security Department.

"It is a rather troublesome matter to deal with the aftermath of Graves' death. If it is not handled properly, all aspects will be affected, especially at such a critical time when the Magical Congress of the United States of America has just concluded its general election and Samuel once again became the chairman of the Congress."

Amosta said gently,

"I suggest you block this place first, block the news, send someone to tell Samuel about the situation, and ask him to return urgently to deal with the matter."

"understand!"

Eriel puffed out his chest and responded,
"Do you have any other instructions?"

"No, I believe Samuel can properly handle the subsequent impact--"

Amostas pondered for a long time, looking at the blood that gradually seeped into the dust. Suddenly, he sighed.
"By the way, tell Samuel that as long as things have a result, the rest is not important."

The Aurors looked at Amosita in confusion, not understanding what he meant by this order, but Amosita did not explain, but just waved his hand.

"I believe Samuel will understand what I mean." Sirius put his wand into his sleeve with a relaxed look.
"I'm going to go see Remus. He must be eager for me to share with him the wonderful things that happened tonight!"

Seeing Sirius showing some mischief, Amosta twitched his lips.

"That's no problem, but you'd better stay quietly with Remus. Don't forget, you are still illegally entering the United States."

Selina opened her mouth. She wanted to say that the Security Department could reissue Sirius' entry permit. In the absence of any resistance, this would actually be a very easy matter. But on second thought, issuing a permit requires the permission of the head of the Security Department, and their boss, Truck Graves, was already dead, and as a criminal. This was unprecedented in the history of the Security Department.

"You won't come with me to see Remus?"

Hearing the hidden meaning in Amosita's words, Sirius asked curiously.

"I'm going back to the hotel—"

Amosta gave an ambiguous smile and said, "Don't forget, I am still under surveillance. Before the Magic Congress gives a clear order, I'd better not run around."

Aurors all looked ashamed when they heard this. They all knew now that Amosta Blaine was completely framed, and the person who set him up was their immediate superior. Selina opened her mouth and prepared to explain, but Amosta raised his hand to stop her.
"I'm not targeting you—"

Amosta smiled gently,

"But the Magical Congress has to give me a formal explanation, right?"

In silence, Selina nodded.

Although it was summer, the night before dawn was still a little chilly. The newborn Fox was swaying in Amosta's palm, chirping non-stop, his delicate body swaying.
Putting Fox in his pocket, Amosta looked at Amelia.
"I'm going back to the hotel. Do you need me to give you a ride? Or do you want to deal with the troubles that follow with your colleagues?"

"I, uh, I need to go home--"

The chaos of the night made Amelia grow up a lot. The childishness on her pretty face faded a lot. However, when facing Amosta, she still couldn't completely get rid of her restraint.
"Before I left, I promised my parents that I would inform them in time if anything happened. I think they should have been waiting for me."

In silence, Amosta nodded slightly.

Seeing that he didn't make any statement, Amelia bit her lip and her mood suddenly became gloomy.

"I probably need to have a face-to-face talk with Samuel. After this negotiation is over, I will visit your parents. Is that okay?"

Amosta asked with a smile, and hearing this, Amelia immediately showed joy and nodded heavily.

The exhaustion brought to Amosta by the consumption of soul power and the failure of constructing the domain was real. After a deep sleep, when he opened his eyes again, the sun had climbed to the highest point in the sky and began to slowly move to the other side.

With the reinforced glass for soundproofing, the faint and boring sound of traffic coming into the house makes the room filled with a peaceful tranquility.

But this is just an illusion. Amosita knows that from today to the next period of time, the American magical world will not be too peaceful. An absolute top congressional official has given up his seat, and many forces will compete to seize this power vacuum.

However, this noise had little to do with him.

He stayed in the American wizarding world only for two things. One was to come out and make the final decision after Remus and the goblin team reached a preliminary consensus with all parties on the profit distribution plan. Without him staying here, Remus always lacked some confidence.

Another one --
Da da da!

A series of hurried footsteps sounded and finally stopped in front of Amosta's door. Amosta, who was sitting at his desk in pajamas drinking tea and eating snacks, waved his hand, changed his clothes, and walked towards the door.

"How should we strike at the bamboo pole?"

With this thought in mind, a few seconds after the knock on the door, Amosta opened the door with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)