Homecoming from Hogwarts

call--
The moment the stone door opened, the cool air that rushed towards him made Amosita subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief. He did not rush into the vault to take a look. Instead, he turned his head and stared at the lava lake that was blocked outside by the emerald green magic barrier and not even a trace of heat could penetrate. A comfortable smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

The golden magma surged slowly like waves, carrying the destructive power that could destroy everything.

No wonder the goblin Bogrod showed an expression of "you are crazy" when he heard that Amosta was going to step into the magma. Even when Amosta looked back at the thick magma lake, he still felt a little throbbing in his heart, but he still defeated it.

Fourteen years ago, the young wizard who walked into the Hogwarts Great Hall with trepidation and anxiety concealed a mature soul within his frail body. With his talent and hard work, he has gradually acquired the legendary strength recorded in the myths passed down by word of mouth.

"call"

Amosta breathed a sigh of relief again, calmed himself, and pointed his gaze once again into the vault, into the darkness that even the light of the magma could not penetrate.

Salazar Slytherin had apparently also set up powerful magic in his vault to ensure that the environment inside was suitable. When Amosstar stepped through the stone door, a series of bang and bang sounds suddenly came from the vault, which was only slightly filled with the sound of the wind.

Under Amostas's vigilant gaze, the vault drenched in darkness elegantly lifted its black curtain, revealing its true appearance!
“Tsk tsk—”

Looking at the copper torches placed every few feet on the rock wall, Amosta sighed in admiration.

"The Gublai fairy fire is the same as the one in the secret room. What a willful fellow--"

The bright light of the pale golden flames illuminated the huge vault with incredible clarity. Amostas once again stepped into the vault. The magic power radiated by the fairy fire was like a tide and substance, blowing on Amostas' face like a sea breeze.

After taking his eyes off the fairy fires, Amosta finally looked at the vault carefully.

The gently rising and falling sound of the wind sings the vicissitudes and heaviness of history, just like an old man gently telling Amosta how magnificent the era was a thousand years ago when the afterglow of the ancient magic civilization was still lingering.

This is a cave-like vault.

The overall round cave was not what Amostasi had expected, the luxurious layout that Slytherin might use. Of course, it was not simple either.

The huge, intact rock walls were dotted with some very nice, pure emeralds. Each of these emeralds was about the same size as the gems inlaid on the pendant in Amostah's hand. Moreover, they were scattered throughout the cave in a disorderly manner without any discernible pattern, and they were flickering under the illumination of the Gublai fairy fire.

There is no doubt that this is a considerable fortune!

At this moment, Amosta, who was looking at these emeralds, not only did not show any joy, but instead revealed a hint of disappointment.

It is true that these gems are worth a lot of money, but if you really want to count them, they are not even as valuable as the Gublai fairy fire in the cave.

"so--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze from the emeralds inlaid on the rock wall and looked at the only thing in the vault that could be called a 'real thing'.

"Is this what you left for me?"

In the center of the cave, there is a stone platform connected to the ground. On the basin-sized stone platform are black wooden boxes that have been sealed for thousands of years.

Da da da--
In the empty stone cave, the sound of Amosta's soothing footsteps could be heard.

Walking to the edge of the stone platform, Amosta's eyes dropped down and stared at the black wooden box. His sharp eyes tried to penetrate the barrier of the wooden box and explore what was hidden inside, but the wooden box was obviously not as simple as it seemed. It perfectly blocked Amosta's magical vision, leaving him with nothing.

The wooden box was not sealed with some powerful magic, it was simply closed. As long as the lid was opened, the things hidden inside would be within easy reach.

"This is not like you, Professor Slytherin. I thought there would be some difficult tests--"

Amosta said calmly, but the vertical lines between his brows did not relax, nor did he eagerly open the wooden box. What would Salazar Slytherin leave for himself?

If you think about it carefully, there are indeed some things that are achievable now.

That was the strange stone door he saw in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, which they took from the underground of Azkaban Island, from the lair of the despicable Herpo!
According to what he saw and heard in Helga Hufflepuff's memory, that stone door was the door leading to the starry sky, and the starry sky... The starry sky holds your way home - these words have been engraved in Amosstar's mind and he has never forgotten them.

To this day, Amosta has long understood that his memory has been tampered with, and some crucial memories have been sealed. This powerful sealing power cannot be shaken even by Amosta today. He has a feeling that perhaps only by going to the starry sky can he release the seal that imprisoned his memory.

In order to achieve this goal, in addition to the mysterious stone door, he must also obtain the coordinates - the legendary Deathly Hallows.

The Elder Wand - should be in Dumbledore's hands. Although this is just a guess, Amosita feels it is pretty close.

Resurrection Stone - If Amosta had not heard from Dumbledore that this thing fell into Voldemort's hands, then he would have thought that the wooden box left by Slytherin contained this thing.

After all, the Big Four would have known they needed it, and the stone ended up in the care of Slytherin thousands of years ago.

Invisibility Cloak - Currently unaccounted for.

So, could this box contain the Invisibility Cloak, one of the three Hallows that Slytherin found for him?

Amosta narrowed his eyes and then denied the guess.

The story of the Three Hallows became popular in the world starting from the wizarding fairy tale left by Beedle the Bard. Beedle lived in an era long after the era of the Big Four. If the Invisibility Cloak had fallen into the hands of the Big Four thousands of years ago and was hidden in this vault by Slytherin, then there would be no Beedle afterwards.

Rumble--
A roar reached Amosta's ears, startling him out of his thoughts and directing his gaze to the green barrier of the stone door of the vault.

The green barrier that prevented magma from entering the vault was trembling slightly under the continuous impact of the magma. The barrier that could perfectly isolate the sound just now now let the roar of magma into the vault.

Looking at the gradually weakening magic barrier, Amosta narrowed his eyes and found that the magic flowing in the invisible magic corridor on the stone gate became sluggish.

This shouldn't be the case.

The magic left by Salazar Slaterlin had protected his vault very well for thousands of years, so there was no reason for problems to occur as soon as the door was opened.

Faintly, Amosta seemed to smell some kind of "conspiracy".

A sense of urgency emerged from the bottom of Amosstar's heart. He did not delay any longer. He moved his wand slightly, and the black wooden box in front of him opened. Salazar Slytherin's gift finally came into his sight.

It's a bottle of potion and a stack of manuscripts!
Inside the wooden box was a glass bottle, which contained a magic potion that looked very much like the color of Felicis, but was a little clearer. Amostasi let the bottle float slowly in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. He found that many transparent mayflies were floating in the golden liquid. These little creatures, who were not sure whether they were real life, were swimming happily in the golden liquid, exuding unusual activity.

After searching all his knowledge about potions, Amosta could not find out what the potion left by Slytherin was. Maybe it was made by Slytherin himself. Considering that his level of potions was far superior to that of the three founders, this thing must be very precious.

After looking at it for a while, Amosita held the potion in his palm and picked up the manuscript at the bottom of the box. The moment he recognized the meaning of the words written in general runes on the first page, Amosita's eyes suddenly widened and his body trembled.

"Soul nourishing potion?"

(End of this chapter)