Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Harry--"

Professor Brain's gentle and ethereal voice suddenly rang in Harry's heart. Harry was startled, and the dim hut in front of him suddenly became blurred.

The dazzling white light stripped away the blur in the vision, and a figure gradually emerged in the endless brilliance.

Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain. Instinctively, he wanted to look away, but he forced himself not to do so.

He was just too curious.

Harry forced his eyes open and stared at Professor Braine, who was surrounded by white light. He had a normal body but made people feel that he was infinitely tall. Harry opened his mouth quietly.

Before he knew it, tears began to flow from Harry's green eyes.

He was not moved by seeing Professor Brian still alive. He already knew that Professor Brian was not dead.

Instead, the eyes, like the brain, began to sting.

It was as if, with every second he stared at Professor Brain, his senses were being forced to accept a huge torrent of information from him, which was far more than he could bear.

"Professor Brian, you..."

Harry had no choice but to close his eyes and lower his head, his voice trembling.
"Have you become a god?"

Harry knew that asking this question seemed stupid and ridiculous, but apart from the word "God", he couldn't find any words to describe Professor Brain's current state!
"Perhaps a ghost would be a better description of me, Harry—"

Amosta smiled knowingly, walked up to Harry, raised his hand and patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry was suddenly surprised. A piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I'll leave this matter in your hands, Harry—"

Amosta said gently,

"Also, I want to borrow your Invisibility Cloak."

Harry was still digesting the information in his mind and was stunned when he heard this.

Invisibility cloak?
What use is this thing to Professor Blaine?
Hesitantly, Harry nodded.

"If everything goes well, I'll give it back to you."

Amosta said, waving his hand towards the square table, and the Invisibility Cloak and the Sword of Gryffindor on the table fell into his hands.

"So--"

Amosta looked towards Dumbledore on the bed.

Dumbledore seemed to have anticipated what Amosta was going to do. He smiled at Harry, hissed twice, and pointed his eyes at the small snack box on the square table.
"Oh, I hope I can fill my stomach first, Amosta. I am too hungry to have any strength--"

Toffee finger biscuits.

Harry conveyed Dumbledore's instructions from last night, and Aberforth immediately made some himself.

"It's delicious! Aberforth's cooking talent is even better than that of a wizard!"

Dumbledore said that he had recovered some of his energy and was able to eat biscuits from the snack box by himself.

"Would you like to go and say goodbye to him, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Oh, that's not necessary—"

Dumbledore stuffed the last few biscuits in the box into his mouth.
"That's good."

He smiled contentedly, looking at the empty box.

"Well, let's go. We don't know how far we have to go."

Amosta said with a smile.

Disappeared.
Professor Brain's voice disappeared, and the blinding light also disappeared. Harry looked around blankly, but could not see any trace of Professor Brain's existence.

Suddenly, Harry felt something and looked towards the bed.
Paleness crept up her cheeks, and her emerald green eyes were soaked with tears.

Clang!

Harry stumbled backwards, slamming into the rotten wooden wall.

Probably the entire Pig's Head Bar was alarmed.

The door of the next room was opened roughly first, and Hermione rushed in first.

"Get out of the way, you idiots!"

Then there was Aberforth's rude roar, and after a series of footsteps coming up the stairs, he also rushed into the room.

People crowded onto the second floor one after another, and the commotion quickly spread throughout Hogsmeade, with the Hog's Head Inn as its center.

This seemed to be the darkest moment.

In the suffocating atmosphere, many people were sobbing.

Aberforth walked forward dejectedly, looking at his brother and Grindelwald.

They sat side by side on the bed, holding hands and closing their eyes.

Aberforth lowered his head and looked at the empty biscuit box in his brother's hand. He picked up a biscuit crumb from Albus's gray beard and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Two old bastards."

Aberforth said, tears welling up in his blue eyes. Amorestar, Dumbledore and Grindelwald appeared at the Ministry of Magic. To be more precise, they appeared in the Hall of the Dead in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

Appeared in the room with the stone arch.

Three shadows stood in front of the stone gate.

Among them, the one with the most flawless and dazzling brilliance is naturally Amosta, while the one with a faint golden glow in his soul is Dumbledore.

Grindelwald's soul is wrapped in wisps of black air, which are thin but real.

"Shall we open this door, Amosta?"

Dumbledore regained his spirited look and spoke briskly, still holding the elder wand in his hand.

"Unless we intend to destroy London, we'd better not do it."

Amosta said.

He raised his hand and waved. The ancient stone gate that had stood here for centuries floated up from the ground and floated towards Amosta, merging into his soul.

"Let's go--"

The next moment, the three people disappeared into the Hall of Death.

"here it is?"

The souls of the three people were once again located in the real world. The things in front of them made Dumbledore's eyes focus. He turned his head and looked at the desolate cave behind him.

Underground world.

The huge island covered both sides of Hogwarts, and the news that Amos Stark, Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald had joined forces to fight the mysterious python spread throughout the wizarding world at an astonishing speed.

Sensing the danger signals, the Gray Wizards quickly evacuated from the underground world to avoid the disaster.

In such a huge underground world, there was not a single person to be seen.

Dumbledore turned his gaze back and looked at the dark tower in front of him, which seemed to blend into the darkness.

"Blackrock Tower."

Dumbledore said with some emotion,

"There are many rumors about it in the wizarding world. Combined with the Merlin sculpture above, many wizards believe it is Merlin's resting place."

"I tried to open it."

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with memories, and his voice was cold and silent.

"I used a lot of powerful magic, but it didn't work."

“I’ve done that, too.”

Amosta smiled,

"For thousands of years, almost every wizard who has operated here has tried, tried their best, racked their brains, but it has fallen into Merlin's trap."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both looked at him.

"You have heard from Sirius about the time when he and I went to explore Azkaban. You must have known that the stone door we just took was originally placed under Azkaban."

Amosta smiled faintly, staring at the narrow keyhole on the stone door of the black stone tower.

"Helpo placed the stone gate there for a reason."

Amosta said, while Dumbledore and Grindelwald listened intently.

"From the memories left by Hufflepuff, we know that opening the stone door requires unimaginable magic power, and the magma world under Azkaban Island contains abundant magic power."

"I see--"

Dumbledore suddenly realized, then frowned again.

"In that case, it seems that Ravenclaw girls shouldn't..."

"Thousands of years have passed, and the magic power beneath Azkaban has been 'diluted' by the world. It is no longer as abundant as it was in ancient times.

Moreover, the world of death is getting farther and farther away from our world, and the magic power required to open the stone door and build the passage is getting more and more powerful, so Merlin built this tower here. "

Amosta smiled, with admiration flashing in his eyes.
"All the wizards who attacked the stone tower and tried to open it to obtain the so-called Merlin's treasure had their magic power absorbed and stored in the tower as nutrients to open the stone door."

Even Grindelwald was amazed by the message in Amosta's words.

"The Wisdom of Merlin"

Dumbledore sighed with emotion.
"Awesome. But—"

He looked at Amosta.
"And how are we going to open the Blackstone Tower, Amosta?"

"We have the key."

Amosta chuckled.

Gryffindor's... no, it should be the legendary knight, King Arthur's broken steel holy sword, which emerged from his white palm.

(End of this chapter)