The Return to Hogwarts

With a flick of his wand, a vortex of silver and black magic appeared before Amosta, its center a deep, unfathomable black hole.

Like the Eye of Charybdis in Greek mythology floating beside him, whenever a spell came from a certain direction, the magical vortex would automatically meet it without the need for a wand, easily swallowing it up.

"What kind of magic is that?"

The Gryffindor team tried many things, whether it was launching attacks from multiple directions simultaneously or concentrating their efforts in the hope of breaking through the vortex, but to no avail.

"I don't know, but it looks like black magic!"

Another person shouted the answer to the question.

Charlie Weasley knew he had to take action; he couldn't just stand by and watch.

As a Seeker prodigy discovered by Gryffindor, Charlie's flying skills were indeed a level above others. He was like a fleeting ghost, pausing briefly in one place before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, his spellcasting skills are quite good. At such a high speed, he can accurately target Amostra with every spell, which is not easy. Even Professor Flitwick in his younger days might not have been able to be so agile.

Unfortunately, this doesn't mean he can break through Amosta's defenses.

Late at night, Amosta unexpectedly enjoyed a high-difficulty flying performance in the Forbidden Forest. The pleasing flying skills made Amosta, who was not very interested in Quidditch, secretly admire them. No wonder the Slytherin team was crushed by the Gryffindor team on the field last year.

"Little earthworm, are you just going to hide behind that thing and not come out?"

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, the Gryffindor team resorted to provocation.

"Perhaps we can try a different approach!"

Seeing that his disarming spell had failed once again, Charlie, panting heavily, froze in mid-air. He looked around and immediately came up with an idea.

"Fly higher, or the giant spider's venom will burn your robes—Curse Stop!"

Everyone understood Charlie's meaning, including Amosta. He immediately turned to look at the eight-eyed spider and saw the light from Charlie's wand strike the spider's thick, black, hairy leg.

Click, click, click!

The spider, now free, immediately brandished its two large, gleaming black pincers and hissed angrily at the wizard before it.

The eight-eyed spider, which had been teased by Charlie and his friends for half a day, shook its ugly head and blinked its emerald green compound eyes frantically. In its senses, the few red flies buzzing around in the sky and the little wizard not far from it on the ground were all in cahoots!

Click!

The eight-legged spider moved incredibly fast, and the sheer force of its massive body during a full-force impact easily snapped several trees as thick as a bowl.

Amostah raised an eyebrow. He knew about the eight-eyed spider; the venom of this magical creature was extremely valuable, selling for a hundred gallons per pint. Of course, the spider in front of him was too small to collect that much venom from its body.

However, even a small mosquito bite is still meat, and Amosta doesn't have the bad habit of wasting food.

When Charlie saw Amostella standing motionless in front of the spider, a hint of worry appeared on his weathered face. He was concerned that Amostella might have been terrified by the enormous spider. Just as he was about to speak to remind him, Amostella suddenly raised his arm and pointed his wand directly at the spider that had leaped into the air and was pouncing on him.

"Shrink quickly!"

The massive body of the eight-eyed spider in mid-air suddenly stiffened, its eight compound eyes simultaneously showing confusion. Before it could react, the surrounding environment rapidly distorted in its vision, and then it found itself uncontrollably flying into a glass bottle.

"Thank you for the gift." Amostella added a few defensive spells to the glass bottle and looked up. "I really like it."

As he spoke, he gripped the upright wand tightly, as if it were a drumstick, and sighed.

"I'll probably have a lot of trouble to deal with next, so let's get this mess over with as soon as possible and get back to the castle. If everything goes well, I might be able to squeeze out half an hour to go back to my dorm and take a nap."

"Stop dreaming, Blaine, you're actually thinking about sleeping?"

Gryffindor, who had been the first to attack, recovered from the shock of Amostella's effortless subjugation of the eight-eyed spider. He bared his teeth and growled menacingly.

"The Dementors will give you a good welcome!"

"It's windy up there, so I suggest you don't fly too high, otherwise it will hurt a lot when you fall."

Amosta ignored the threat and looked at Charlie instead.

"What do you want to do?"

Alerted, Charlie warily held his wand to his chest and gripped the broom handle tightly, ready to dodge at any moment.

However, instead of shooting the spell at anyone, Amosta slammed his wand into the empty void in front of him like a drumstick!

hum!

As the wand struck, a violent storm erupted in the invisible world. Magic, centered on the point where Amosta struck, rippled rapidly in all directions, much like a calm lake awakened by a falling rock.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Gryffindors, swept by the chaotic magic, fell from their flying brooms like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and after several loud thuds, they all fell unconscious.

"I warned you, it'll be very... ah, it's never-ending."

Amosta turned to look in the direction of the castle, where Bill Weasley, riding on a Filoa broom, was speeding across the boundary between the Forbidden Forest and the playground, rushing towards them with a worried expression.

P.S.: I'd appreciate any support, thank you!

Chapter 15 Perilous Confrontation

"Amosta Blaine?"

Bill Weasley's handsome face was devoid of its usual relaxed expression. He was so shocked that when he tumbled off Nimbus 1700, his wizard robes were caught on a broken log.

“When Filoa told me you killed Prian, I thought she was just playing a funny little joke on me.”

Bill's eyesight was limited; he could only see Prien lying on the ground, his back bare, beneath the crimson earth, and could not tell whether he was alive or dead.

"I simply cannot believe it, Blaine, are you secretly plotting to massacre Hogwarts?"

Bill's gaze swept over the Gryffindor players, who were falling unconscious from mid-air one by one. His expression gradually twisted, and when he saw Charlie lying motionless in a clump of bushes, the shock on Bill's face vanished, replaced by hysterical rage. Without hesitation, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Amosta.

"Tell me, you bastard, what did you do to Charlie!"

Although the Weasley children may occasionally dislike each other, they are exemplary in their unity and hatred when outsiders harm their family members.

“Don’t yell, Bill Weasley,” Amosta said, unmoved.

"Let's get them back to the castle first. I'll explain to the headmaster and deans what happened in the Forbidden Forest, but I'm too lazy to explain it twice. If you're curious, you can apply to sit in on the explanation later."

"Stand there!"

Bill's cane trembled, and he shouted angrily to stop.

“Philoa has already informed Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, and Headmaster Dumbledore will be back from outside the school soon. You are not allowed to go anywhere until they arrive!”

A cold wind brushed against my face, and the leaves rustled. There was still some time before dawn, but a sharp killing intent lurked in the thick darkness, waiting for its chance to strike.

Amostah glanced towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest as if sensing something, his eyebrows twitching. He was unsure of the source of the sudden feeling of being watched. Considering that the eight-eyed spider was not a solitary creature, staying here was not a good choice.

"It's not safe here, Weasley. Let's go back to the castle first."

Amosta calmly repeated the message again.

"The greatest danger comes from you, Blaine. I'll say it again: stand there and don't move. Also, hand over your wand!"

Bill was extremely vigilant. He stared intently at Amosta's wrist, his mind on edge, ready to strike at any moment.

Amosta frowned slightly and looked up again at the dark Forbidden Forest. A faint but clear sense of unease permeated the air, making him feel as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. He was almost certain that something was secretly watching him.

“I’ll repeat myself again, Weasley,”

Amosta emphasized, "It's not safe here, let's go back to the castle!"

Bill's eyes instantly sharpened. Amosta's words were a signal to run away. Without hesitation, he swiftly swung his wand!

Swish, swish, swish!

As the most outstanding student at Hogwarts at the moment, Bill Weasley has exceptional combat skills. In a very short time, he unleashed three dazzling red beams at Blaine, blocking all of Amostella's escape routes.

However, this is probably not much of a threat to Amosta.

Since Bill Weasley is unwilling to leave, we can just take him back after he loses his ability to resist. It doesn't matter whether we take five or six people; he has already revealed too much tonight, so we don't care if he reveals a little more.

Amosta flicked her wand away, deflecting the stun spell that had struck her squarely. With a deft flick of her wrist, she chanted the spell in her mind.

"The Upside Down Golden Bell!"

Bill raised an eyebrow, finally confirming that Amosta Blaine, the obscure Slytherin student, indeed possessed abilities far beyond those of an ordinary junior wizard.

"Armor protection!"

However, Bill Weasley also had his own confidence. Faced with the incoming cursed light, he did not panic and quickly set up a defense in front of him.

Wow!

A strong gust of wind rushed towards him, and the powerful magic shattered the barrier of the Ironclad Curse. Bill, who had been calm and confident just moments before, froze instantly. Before he could recover, he suddenly felt his feet sink into the void. Just before his consciousness was enveloped in chaos, a beam of ghastly green magic light caused his pupils to shrink instantly. The lurking observer finally revealed its sinister nature.

"careful!"

At the last minute, Bill Weasley still managed to warn Amosta.

Pong!

The moment the Killing Curse struck the ground, a cluster of emerald green demonic fire instantly rose up, its ominous aura like death dancing in the flames.

Amosta, who had rolled away to avoid the deadly light, slowly got up from the ground. Although he was prepared, he was still a little scared because it was the first time he had been ambushed by the Unforgivable Curse.

That last moment was the closest he had ever come to death since entering the magical world!

She was around twenty years old and a woman.

From the hand holding the wand, exposed outside the black cloak, Amosta determined the attacker's gender and age.