The Return to Hogwarts

After a long silence, Amostella finally raised his wand, his gaze calm yet resolute. But just as he began to break through the barrier, Amostella abruptly turned back, staring in astonishment at the doorway he had entered through.

"Why so fast?!"

A mighty torrent of flying broomsticks swept across the edge of London’s city center and marched into the vast wilderness.

"Something's not right, Delix!"

The oncoming gale forced Kingsley, riding on his flying broom, to roar hoarsely. He squinted at 'Black' ahead, who seemed to be handling the dense, dazzling barrage of spell lights with ease, and felt increasingly uneasy!

"What's wrong, Kingsley? What did you find?"

Deli's face was ashen, and even the howling wind couldn't suppress the sinister tone in his voice.

“Black!” Kingsley continued to roar. “I’ve never heard of him being a Quidditch master, a Dexter, even the Bulgarian Seeker’s flying skills couldn’t match his!”

Many people around heard Kingsley's roar and understood what he was trying to say, but no one spoke up, not even Delilah. They all had to catch the guy who was running around the Ministry of Magic's striker like a kite.

"Damn it!"

Tonks, who was following Kingsley, screamed in despair.

"If Minister Fudge hadn't withheld two months' worth of our bonuses, I'd be riding a brand new Nimbus 2001 right now, and I definitely wouldn't be left behind by this despicable criminal!"

“Then you should thank Minister Fudge, Tonks!” Dexter raised his broom, flashing past a lone tree standing in the wilderness, and said grimly, “He prevented you from being killed by Black!”

Tonks was just retorting something when suddenly, two figures appeared in mid-air in front of Blake, accompanied by dazzling flames and explosions, interrupting her and causing the broomstick squad that was flying forward to suddenly turn and stop.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

A furious roar filled with hatred echoed through the gloomy wilderness under the dark night sky, and the fierce killing intent made the originally cool air chilling!

"Wait, Severus, we still don't understand!"

Dumbledore's aged face, hanging on Fawkes' other paw, was illuminated by the brilliant firelight, making him appear incredibly majestic. He commanded Snape to stop in an unprecedentedly sharp tone.

However, he clearly underestimated Snape's hatred for Black. Snape, who was right next to him, did not stop. Instead, he pointed his wand even more resolutely at Black, who was obviously taken aback by their appearance!

Whoosh! Thump!

Like a tangible blade, hot as a knife and butter, it sliced ​​through Blake's body, dismembering him in mid-air while he was wearing a black cloak. His body, now broken into seven or eight pieces, scattered in all directions due to the powerful inertia, landing in a pond in the wilderness!

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes flashed with a chilling rage, but when his gaze swept over the 'body parts,' the anger vanished quickly, replaced by astonishment.

Dumbledore landed on a small hill, and Fawkes perched on his shoulder, chirping softly.

"Stone--"

Staring at a neatly cut stone wrapped in black cloth at his feet, Snape's shoulders trembled violently, his face contorted with uncontrollable trembling.

"Stone!"

Snape glared at the Aurors, who were equally stunned into silence, and roared breathlessly.

"Oh no, we've been fooled!"

Kingsley, the first to regain his senses, immediately called out to Dumbledore.

"Albus, someone is trying to lure us away and break into Blake's old house!"

A streak of light flashed past the crescent-shaped lens perched on his twisted, hooked nose. Dumbledore didn't utter a word before vanishing again in the flames of the explosion.

On the other side, Amostah, noticing that the fake Black he had created with Transfiguration had been shattered and that Dumbledore and Snape's magic had appeared simultaneously, twitched at the corner of his mouth. Within a few breaths, he cast all the spells he knew that could conceal and disguise one's aura and magic on himself, then turned around and stepped out of this space, returning to Grimmauld Place!

The dim moonlight was completely obscured by thick clouds, and the air, devoid of light, was filled with a suffocating pressure.

Albus Dumbledore and Amos Tower, one on one side of the Circus and the other on the other, looked at each other in silence.

One explosion after another rang out, and Dumbledore's surroundings and back quickly filled with people. However, Snape, who had just acted impulsively, and the Ministry of Magic's strikers did not make a move. Their eyes were fixed on Amostella, who was dressed in a black robe, suppressing their anger and waiting for Dumbledore's instructions.

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Amosta's lips twitched again. His gaze fell solely on Dumbledore, whose brow furrowed in apparent doubt. After a moment's thought, he tilted his head and gave a 'sneer'.

"Jie Jie"

Chapter 168 Clash Between the Two Arab States (Part 2)

"He's not Blake--"

The first to break the silence was Severus Snape, who looked at Amostella, dressed in a black cloak and indistinguishable from anyone else, on the steps across the square. The chill emanating from Amostella's gloomy face could freeze water.

Well, even Aurors like Kingsley and Drax probably had a vague idea by now. Having dealt with ruthless criminals for years, they could 'smell' from this dark wizard's attire and audacious behavior that he was likely from that place. However, none of them could draw such a conclusion with the same certainty as Snape.

Dumbledore made no response to Snape's suggestion, but it wasn't the omniscient calm that people usually see. He squinted, seemingly deep in thought.

Did Dumbledore see through his disguise?

Amos Tower, on the other side of the square, pondered this question. Logically speaking, having completely concealed the nature of his magic, he believed that Dumbledore did not possess this ability. However, he could not be entirely certain. In the contemporary wizarding world, apart from the confident Voldemort, no one dared to claim that they could completely see through Albus Dumbledore.

"Albus--"

Kingsley lowered his voice and said, “Whether this person is Black or not, we must capture him, otherwise, the Ministry of Magic will not be able to explain itself.”

"yes--"

A streak of light flashed across the half-moon lens once more, obscuring the true thoughts and feelings of the piercing blue eyes behind it. Having let go of some kind of trouble, Dumbledore's tall, slender frame no longer exuded such an oppressive aura, and his voice became more relaxed.

"That's clearly the case."

As he spoke, Dumbledore casually waved his wand, and a rope that combined binding magic, prevented escape, and Apparition, as well as the ability to conceal its tracks, appeared ghostly in front of Amostella and nimbly looped around him.

boom--

With a low, short thud, a pale white flame flashed and disappeared in the dark air. Amostella raised his eyebrows and slowly lowered his wand, having roughly figured it out. Dumbledore probably didn't recognize him; otherwise, he wouldn't have tried to fool him with magic of this level.

What Amosta perceived as 'low-level' magic was not so simple to others; at least, the Ministry of Magic's strikers were all utterly shocked by what they saw!

Although they saw Dumbledore wave his wand, they had no idea what he did. However, from the commotion that followed, they at least knew that the dark wizard had defended against Dumbledore's attack!

This is incredible!

In the modern wizarding world, it was astonishing that someone could actually go toe-to-toe with the great Albus Dumbledore. In everyone's mind, apart from the mysterious and enigmatic Mysterio, no wizard should be able to withstand Dumbledore's magic. Even Severus Snape couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Dumbledore!

"Jie Jie"

Amosta grinned again, taking elegant steps to a stop at the bottom of the steps, his raised chin exuding an arrogant arrogance.

"So, even the renowned Albus Dumbledore is only capable of this much?"

The taunts from the mysterious dark wizard enraged everyone. Not all the wizards present were Dumbledore's 'followers,' but without a doubt, Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in their hearts, and the dark wizard's taunts were a slap in the face to their faith!

The enraged crowd did not faze Dumbledore's aged face. He flicked his sleeve, revealing his cane-wielding wrist, and responded with a smile and a cheerful voice.

"In fact, I've always thought that people have overrated me, and I have to thank you for letting them realize that I'm not omnipotent either."

Amosta, whose face was hidden under his hood, rolled his eyes discreetly, not wanting to comment on Dumbledore's remarks.

A large amount of magical reaction occurred on the outer perimeter of Grimmauld Place. At the same time, the neon lights of the Muggle police cars and fire trucks stopped and did not approach the inner circle. This means that the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic have begun to work on eliminating the impact of the commotion he caused.

Amosta knew that if he didn't have a plan to slaughter the entire magical world tonight, then now he should find a way to escape.

"I apologize for the trouble I've caused you all tonight—"

Amostella spoke in a weathered, hoarse voice, politely nodding to Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic's strikers.

"If you have no further advice, then I shall now depart."

"wishful thinking!"

Dexter, who was in charge of monitoring the entire mission plan at Black's Old House, glared fiercely at the black wizard who had caused him such a loss of face, and said menacingly,

"You can't go anywhere except Azkaban!"

Apart from him, the others did not make any move, but simply focused their gaze on Dumbledore, whose figure was as tall as a mountain and who was intently staring at the dark wizard, suppressing their restless thoughts and waiting for Dumbledore to give instructions.

"It seems they don't want you to leave, sir—"

Dumbledore said with a touch of humor, "Personally, I'd prefer to find a quiet place to have a drink with you and have a good talk about your purpose in trying to break into the Black family mansion."

He had been holding high hopes that he could kill Black tonight, but when he arrived, he found that it wasn't him at all. Snape was thinking about his own thoughts with a gloomy face. After hearing Dumbledore's words, he remained motionless, but glanced over with a suspicious look.

Let's find a quiet place to have a drink.

Amosta narrowed his eyes. Was Dumbledore's words really implying something? Could it be that he had really seen through his disguise and knew who he was?

Logically speaking, this is impossible. Although Dumbledore is powerful, he is not divine. There is no reason why he could see through my magic, which has been disguised in layers, so quickly. However, it is also uncertain. No one knows where the limit of the greatest wizard of our time is.

After a moment's thought, Amosta decided to leave as soon as possible. His gaze fell on Fawkes on Dumbledore's shoulder. This phoenix was no ordinary creature; it could freely enter and exit any area where Apparition was prohibited. If Dumbledore was determined to capture him, he would indeed have to put in some effort to escape with the help of this phoenix.

"Thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Dumbledore, but you have many troublesome matters to attend to tonight, so I think it would be more appropriate to reschedule—"

Amos Tower gave an elegant bow, and under Dumbledore's focused gaze, a chilling malice swept through like a cold wind, silencing all the Ministry of Magic's strikers. The earth and air began to shake simultaneously, and the restless magic, like dry firewood devoid of moisture, was instantly ignited by the sparks spewed from the tip of Amos Tower's staff!

boom!

The ground suddenly split open, creating a fissure tens of feet wide that encompassed everyone, including Dumbledore. Those fissures, which led straight to hell, suddenly spewed out pale walls of fire hundreds of feet high. The surging heat and the faint roars of beasts emanating from the flames terrified more than half of the Ministry of Magic employees, causing them to fall to the ground!

The raging inferno astonished even Severus Snape, who had witnessed Voldemort's power firsthand. He instinctively unleashed several of his signature spells in an attempt to cut through the wall of fire, but the sharp, transparent blades were swallowed up by the swirling flames and had no effect whatsoever.

“You can’t handle this, Severus.”

Dumbledore, who was also somewhat surprised by the magic, regained his composure, raised his wand and swung it down sharply, as if a spatial blade had appeared out of thin air, directly slashing at the wall of fire!