The Return to Hogwarts

"It's so easy talking to smart people," Amosta chuckled happily.

"The huge gap in magical power makes all skills and techniques a joke. If I don't find a way to overcome this disadvantage, then unless Headmaster Dumbledore is too old to wield his wand, let alone defeat him, it's impossible to even last five minutes in front of Headmaster Dumbledore."

The night the Dark Witch appeared, Dumbledore nearly rendered Amostella's most powerful protective spell ineffective with a simple Disarming Charm, which dealt him a significant blow.

After that, he kept trying to figure out how to make up for his disadvantage in this area, because he knew that the higher the level of a duel between wizards, the less effective spells would be.

The battle between the most powerful wizards is actually a battle between their magical powers.

However, this problem is not so easy to overcome. The growth of magic has its own laws, and any attempt to force its growth will inevitably lead to serious consequences.

Amosta had seen many dark wizards in the underworld who grafted the bloodlines of magical creatures to enhance their magic. In addition to their minds being corrupted, each of them had undergone terrible physical mutations, and these mutations were often irreversible.

Amosta struggled with this problem for a long time, but eventually, he came up with a clever solution.

Since a wizard's magical power cannot increase overnight, he creates a second magical power storage space in addition to the flesh and blood that normally store magical power.

Based on the principles of alchemy, Amosta spent a great deal of time researching a new magic. He used his eyes as containers to hold magical power, forcibly collecting the magical power that dissipated from his body in daily life and pouring it into his eyes. This was equivalent to having an external magical organ. When he needed to engage in a fierce duel with someone, the magical power in his eyes would provide him with a continuous supply of magical power, just like a charger.

Looking at the two young wizards who were staring at him in disbelief, Amostella smiled calmly.

"The reason my eye color changed so drastically is because it has been immersed in a high concentration of magic for a long time. Whenever I need it, the magic in my eyes will flow back into my body. If one day you find that the color of my eyes has returned to normal, it means that a situation has arisen that requires my full strength—"

"Incredible!"

Hermione spoke in a reverent tone,

“This method is unheard of, Professor Blaine. I bet no wizard in the last thousand years has ever thought of such a method. You are a true genius!”

"Perhaps, it's just a last resort—"

Amosta, on the other hand, had a very calm expression and didn't think he was anything special. In fact, he was able to come up with this idea thanks to his identity as a 'transmigrator'. He borrowed a ninjutsu called 'Hundred Healings Technique' from a best-selling anime in his previous life.

The principle behind that ninjutsu is to seal the 'chakra' generated in the body during daily life in a certain way, and then unseal it when needed, so that the user can have a combat level far exceeding the normal level for a short period of time.

The existence of this magic is what allows Amosta to roam freely in front of Dumbledore and return to Hogwarts without fear. If an unexpected situation arises, he will have to confront Dumbledore directly. With this magic, Amosta will be able to hold his own against Dumbledore and buy himself enough time to escape.

However, this ingenious magic also has undeniable flaws.

Once Amosta runs out of his stored magic power in a duel, he will have to rely on drinking large amounts of magic power recovery potions to quickly restore the magic power in his eyes. If he relies on his own magic power for energy, it will take him at least a year and a half to recover to his peak condition.

However, magic potions are very expensive. Amosta had to set aside a considerable portion of her daily mission earnings, after using them to support the orphanage where she grew up, purchase some valuable books and research manuscripts, to buy potion ingredients and brew magic potions.

This has resulted in Amosta earning a lot of money over the past three years, but he has always lived a very frugal life.

The second-grade storyline is almost over, and I'm still brainstorming for the next part, but it will definitely deviate from the original story for a while. Although my last book fell apart after deviating from the plot, fanfiction that always follows the main storyline is just too boring... Also, please continue to support this book; it's really disappointing that it hasn't even reached 10,000 favorites yet...

Chapter 72 Clues

Sharing secrets is the most direct way to bring people closer. After listening to Professor Blaine tell his secret, Harry, having calmed down, was clearly a little embarrassed. He hesitated and looked at Hermione, who, upon receiving his questioning look, was also clearly hesitant.

"What, do you also have something to share with me?"

Amos rose and went to the fireplace, took the scalding kettle from the shelf and poured himself a cup of tea. By the time he returned to his seat, Hermione and Harry had clearly reached some kind of agreement.

"Professor Blaine, do you consider hearing sounds that others can't hear to be a good talent?"

Looking at the hesitant Harry, Amosta knew that his efforts to cultivate good relations with them over this period were finally about to pay off. He concealed his expression within the wisps of smoke and replied gently,

"It depends on the situation, Potter. I can't make an accurate judgment based on just a simple sentence."

A suffocating silence suddenly descended. Hermione remained silent, while Harry wore an anxious expression.

Professor Blaine was one of his favorite professors, but Blaine's purpose in entering Hogwarts was not to teach; investigating the Chamber of Secrets was Professor Blaine's job. If possible, Harry hoped to offer him some help, provided that he, Dobby, or Hagrid were not involved.

Ideally, Professor Blaine would find the secret room or the monster inside, and then the whole thing would end there, with no one held accountable.

"--This is the situation,"

Harry spoke cautiously, carefully choosing his words, trying to convince Professor Blaine that he only knew a little bit.

"When I first entered your office, you asked me why we were on the third floor after attending Nick's death anniversary party last Halloween. Actually, it was because I heard a strange sound, which first appeared in Professor Lockhart's office."

Over the next ten minutes, Harry explained the cause and effect of the strange sound, and Amosta, after listening to everything, leaned back in his chair expressionlessly, lost in deep thought.

"What do you think made that sound?"

"Are you sure you were the only one who heard that voice, Mr. Potter?"

Amosta did not rush to express his opinion, but instead confirmed it again.

“That’s certainly true, Professor Blaine—”

Hermione nodded cautiously. "Harry, Ron, and I were together at the time, but apart from Harry, neither Ron nor I noticed anything amiss."

Amostella nodded knowingly. He carefully recalled the route from the basement to the third floor, and under the eager gaze of the two young wizards, he spoke slowly.

"If I'm not mistaken, that sound came from a snake—"

"A snake!"

Harry cried out in surprise, while Hermione looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Professor Blaine's simple guess pierced through the fog that had long lingered in her mind.

"Yes, that must be it, Harry!"

Hermione jumped up from her chair, her face flushed, her fingertips trembling with excitement.

“Everything makes sense. Only you can hear that sound, that’s for sure, Harry, because you’re a Parseltongue. Nobody else can understand what a snake’s hiss means!”

"But!"

Harry, following Hermione's train of thought, retorted.

"Back then, there were only a bunch of ghosts in the basement and passageways besides the three of us. If there really was a snake, it couldn't have hidden itself in the walls, right, Hermione?"

“Not necessarily.”

Harry's words made Hermione frown, and she hesitated before answering.

"If the snake is small enough, perhaps it can move through the cracks in the bricks, or perhaps it has a special ability to move freely through the walls. After all, normal snakes don't have the ability to petrify people, Harry!"

Hermione's guess is indeed somewhat possible, but it's only a possibility.

"Anything that has ever existed, no matter how carefully, will always leave a trace—"

Amosta stood up with a smile. Finally having something to do, he seemed to be in a good mood. He waved his wand, tidying up all the letters scattered on the floor and table, then looked at Harry and Hermione.

"Let's go back to the scene and take another look; maybe we can find some interesting clues!"

As the night deepened, on a Sunday evening, there weren't many young wizards wandering around the castle. The vast majority of them were holed up in the common room doing their homework or playing a game of wizard chess or Goblin with their friends.

As they passed the second floor, they saw Filch yelling and threatening two first-year wizards to clean up the mud on the floor or he would chain them up and hang them in the office. Kind-hearted Amostella helped the two wizards out.

“There’s no need to be so harsh on the young wizard, Filch—”

Falcone, who looked defiant but dared not disobey a professor's orders, smiled gently.

"It won't be long before Professor Sprout's mandrake matures, and your Mrs. Lorice will soon recover her health—"

The three of them arrived at a passageway near the foyer leading to the basement. It was pitch black and without any light. In the seams between the walls and the floor, there were still traces of candle wax from a row of black candles that Nick had placed there for his death anniversary party.

"I was standing right here—"

More than four months later, Harry still vividly remembered what happened that night. He quickly led Hermione and Professor Blaine to the middle of the corridor, pointed to the wall, and said...

"The voice came from inside the wall, then went up the ceiling, and finally led us to the third floor!"

Amosta lit his wand, his gaze following Harry's directions as it traced the surface of the wall. Finally, he nodded and said...

"It seems we need to open this wall and take a look."

"Open the wall?!" Hermione clicked her tongue, looking utterly incredulous.

“Of course, Miss Granger, otherwise how would we figure out how that snake was moving inside the wall?

Amostella spoke casually, raising his wand and gesturing a few times in the air. With a few flashes of light, the hard wall was easily sliced ​​open like tofu.

When what was behind the wall was exposed to the air, all the doubts were answered.

It's a pipe!

Behind the rock wall, moldy pipes emitted a disgusting stench, but if you listened carefully, you could also hear the gurgling sound of water flowing through them.

“I always thought this wall was solid,” Harry muttered to himself, dumbfounded.

“Now everything is clear!” Hermione’s face paled slightly. “I can’t imagine how thick a snake could have been hidden in such a large pipe!”

“There are still many problems to solve, Miss Granger.”

Amostella narrowed his eyes, leaped onto the broken wall, and carefully examined the thick pipe. After a moment, he placed his wand in his palm.

"Show me the way!"

Chapter 73 Sense of dissonance

The wand in Amostella's palm suddenly began to spin rapidly like a windmill, and it remained spinning without stopping.

"What does this mean, Professor Blaine!"

Hermione looked nervously at Amosta, who was squinting, hoping for an explanation.