Homecoming from Hogwarts

Time flowed quietly in silence. The oil lamp hanging from the rotten beam suddenly flickered in the windless environment, and then went out.

No one moved.

The bright moonlight shines through the greasy glass windows, barely illuminating the gray faces.

"sorry"

Sirius walked into the bar and leaned next to Amelia against a pillar, his lips moving in barely perceptible sounds.

Amelia shook her head gently, and then leaned into Sirius' arms.

Holding the girl's slightly cold hand in his arms, Sirius' heart was beating fast. This was something he had never felt before.

It was beautiful. Sirius wanted to say something inspiring, but in the end, he just sighed and fell silent with everyone else.

Everyone's heart is shrouded in haze and confusion.

Amosta is missing. No one knows whether he is dead or alive.

But Dumbledore said with absolute certainty that Voldemort was definitely still alive.

What to do next?

Aimlessly searching for Amosta?
Gather more troops and start another world war with Voldemort while he is seriously injured by Amosstar?
Hogwarts has now become a nest of monsters, and classes can't even be held.

People can only wait, but they themselves cannot clearly explain what they are waiting for.

Boom!
Suddenly, there was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground outside the house. With a crash, everyone in the house, who were on edge, stood up in unison, wands already in their hands. Some, like Harry, had already put on ferocious faces.

"it's me--"

Fortunately, the old voice that came into the room in time stopped everyone who was on the verge of losing control.

It's Dumbledore.

The door was pushed open and Dumbledore staggered in, supported by someone.

Compared to the morning, Dumbledore, who had experienced a great battle, seemed to have aged twenty years.

His face was as pale as gold paper, his hair and beard were much thinner, and even his pair of extremely penetrating blue eyes had become cloudy.
Perhaps the only thing that could comfort people was that Dumbledore did not seem to be frightened by the dire situation they were currently facing and still had a calm expression.

"Albus."

Professor McGonagall stood up from the stool, looked at the headmaster of Hogwarts with red eyes, suppressed her sadness, and called out softly.

Dumbledore has already
"There's no need for us to talk in the dark, guys—"

There was a hint of lightness in Dumbledore's voice. His arm trembled a few times, he took out his wand, waved it at the oil lamp, and the room immediately became bright again.

"Gettler"

Dumbledore gasped and glanced sideways at the silver-eyed old man who was supporting him.

Now people already know that the person next to Dumbledore is Gellert Grindelwald, who once brought great disaster to the world.
During the day, when Hope Dreghan, the vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards, saw him, she was so shocked that she jumped to her feet and almost cast a killing curse at him.

Even old Bana hunched his shoulders and gasped for breath when he recognized the face.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who took great pains to explain that Grindelwald was invited by Amosta himself to help them overcome the crisis, and only then was the situation temporarily under control.

When Hope left, his face was so dark that it was unbearable to look at.

People looked at Gettler Grindelwald with hidden eyes and awe in their eyes.

After all, for now, Voldemort has not brought as much trouble to the world as he has.

But think about it another way.

The fact that Amosta was able to invite Grindelwald out of Nurmengard to fight Voldemort together with them undoubtedly gave people some confidence.

In order to maintain the order and peace of the magic world, Amosta has made many unknown preparations in silence.
On the second floor, Vitia's eyes passed over Grindelwald's slightly indifferent face, and a thought flashed through her mind.

"Um--"

Only when he looked at Dumbledore did Grindelwald's cold silver eyes show a trace of emotion. He agreed, let go of Dumbledore, turned around and waved at the door.

The space began to twist. The door frames on the inlaid walls expanded as they twisted, pushing the window sashes aside, and finally, the entire wall disappeared.

"That is."

People who were standing in various places in the bar came over one after another, frowning as they looked at the stone wall in the narrow corridor outside the door. Vitia, who was standing on the second floor, shook her dim eyes, then went downstairs with the help of Flomid.

"What is this, Albus?"

Remus asked.

There are nine simple-line carvings on the stone wall, which are relatively clear overall and seem to depict a war.

"Gellert and I brought it from the temple in the center of the island. Amosta informed me of its existence—"

Several torches were hanging in the air, and the blazing light made Dumbledore's old face look extremely serious. He glanced at Vitia who was walking from the back of the crowd.
"Have you seen this stone wall, Lady Cleona?" "In the temple"

Vitiya's pale lips moved as she looked at the mural intently, but her eyes were filled with confusion.

"No. I didn't know it existed and my teacher never mentioned it—"

Even from the simple engravings, people can feel how magnificent the war recorded on the stone wall is, which is even more magnificent than today's wars!

"The monarch of Camelot, King Arthur in Muggle mythology--"

Dumbledore raised his arm tremblingly, used his wand as a teaching stick, and pointed at the heroic knight on the second stone carving.

"Morgan le Fay--"

He pointed to the robed witch who was confronting King Arthur, slid his wand to her wrist, and said
"The double snake staff."

There was some commotion, and Fromide's expression changed slightly.

The third and fourth stone carvings vividly recorded the earth-shaking war and its outcome, but Dumbledore did not say much. He walked directly to the fifth stone carving and pointed at the huge shadow on the stone wall and an old wizard who was not easily noticed in the corner.

"Avalon Island and Merlin."

There was a sound of air-conditioning inhaling.

When he reached the seventh stone carving, Dumbledore pointed his wand at the ghost that was leaving the witch's body and whispered,

"Helpo."

"impossible!"

Frommid shouted excitedly,

"There must be something wrong. Principal, Morgan le Fay is the great Queen of Avalon. There is no record in any book that she was ever controlled or was a legendary dark wizard!"

"In fact, some ancient wizard books have vaguely recorded that there is a dark shadow accompanying Morgan le Fay in her body."

' said Dumbledore, pointing to the eighth stone.
"Herbo failed. Before he disappeared, he left the Staff of the Twin Snakes in this world."

Instead, people fell silent, digesting this huge amount of information.

"Amosta said--"

Dumbledore's dim eyes sparkled, and he looked at Vitia.

"For more than a dozen centuries, the Double Snake Staff had been suppressed by Merlin in the temple on the Isle of Avalon. It was he who unlocked the seals on Merlin and Godric Gryffindor."

"Godric Gryffindor! Dumbledore, are you sure..."

Professor McGonagall shouted, feeling as if her worldview had been turned upside down!

Godric Gryffindor
Sirius' lips moved and his eyes became dazed.

"I have no idea--"

After a moment of silence, Vitia shook her head.

"The seal of the double snake staff was indeed opened by Amosta. It was sealed in the temple, and there was a sword that was the carrier of the seal. In fact--"

Vitia turned her head and looked around, finding Neville, who looked astonished as everyone else.
"That sword is the one Longbottom was holding--"

People dispersed with a whoosh, and all looked at the bewildered Neville. Even Dumbledore and Grindelwald's eyes fell on the silver sword in Neville's hand.

"If Amosta said that Godric participated in the sealing, then the original owner of this sword should be Godric Gryffindor."

Dumbledore's solemn words made the people staring at the sword in Neville's hand look even more awed.

"So the great Gryffindor of Gryffindor had predicted what we are facing today thousands of years ago, so. So."

Professor McGonagall murmured,

“He sealed it.”

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Minerva -"

Dumbledore said in a deep voice. He wanted to ask Vitia something else, but Sirius suddenly spoke.

"I remembered"

Sirius let go of Amelia, his empty eyes seemed to be recalling something.
"I remembered!"

Sirius said it over and over again, his expression gradually became excited, and finally he almost shouted,

"Amosta told me!"

Sirius excitedly shouted to Dumbledore,
"He - he said that during the summer vacation two years ago, after he and I went to Azkaban together, at the end of that journey, he said - in the future, if he suddenly disappears one day and we desperately look for him, he will tell you everything about that journey!"

(End of this chapter)