Chapter 1268 Hint

"Of course not—"

Amosta smiled and affirmed Severus's judgment.

Remus, caught between the two, was confused again.

Since Amosta was concerned about whether Voldemort had mobilized all the Death Eaters to disrupt his and Tonks' wedding and whether Harry would attend his wedding, then... Oh!
Flashing thoughts shattered the fog in his mind, and Remus frowned immediately.

That really doesn't make sense.

It did not surprise him that Voldemort felt that his marriage to Tonks had tarnished the sanctity of pure blood.

However, mobilizing all the Death Eaters.
Is this a bit of an overkill?

Of course, if it was to take Harry away, that wouldn't be surprising.

But this is exactly where the problem lies.

It was no secret that he and Amosta were friends, and it was certain that Amosta would attend the wedding as a guest.

With him around, even if all the Death Eaters were mobilized, they would not be able to take Harry away.

Unless, he plans to do it himself?

But after the Battle of Diagon Alley, Voldemort should have known that even if he came in person, it would be impossible for him to succeed amidst the heavy magical protection and with Amos Tower present.

Not too stupid.

Severus glanced at Remus calmly, then fixed his eyes on Amosta.

"What do you think the Dark Lord is going to do?"

"I'm not sure, but--"

Amosta smiled at Remus again.

"Whatever he plans to do, I don't think it should change your wedding plans. Remus Voldemort likes to see people sleepless with fear."

If Voldemort only wanted to kill me, there would be nothing to be afraid of, but -
He went ahead with the wedding even though she was pregnant, knowing that Voldemort might attack Tonks.
Remus gritted his teeth, his expression becoming more hesitant.

"Protect the house with the Fidelius Charm first—"

Surprisingly, Severus, who had been watching coldly, suddenly gave a suggestion.

"As long as you don't choose the wrong secret keeper again, at least nothing will go wrong before the wedding."

Remus smiled bitterly.

To be honest, the situation he is facing now is somewhat similar to what James and Lily faced back then.

Amosta nodded as well.

Most likely. No, almost certainly.

Some of Tonks' relatives might already be under the control of Voldemort and his minions.

So, on the wedding day, checking the guests is an issue that needs to be addressed.

"Well, you're right, Amosta--"

After a while, Remus took a breath.

"I should have been more responsible. I shouldn't have changed my plans just because Voldemort was eyeing my wedding. Tonks would be disappointed in me, but—"

Remus shrugged, his tone slightly regretful.
"Given the current situation, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to invite Harry and his friends to my wedding with Tonks. I hope they won't be too angry--"

"At least they shouldn't miss the birth of your child."

Amosta's words with a smile made Severus' expression become interesting.

"Is that all you have to say, Severus?"

Skipping the topic, Amosta asked with the answer.

Gathering his turbulent thoughts, Severus reached into his pocket and fumbled around for a few times. When he took it out, he found a piece of irregularly shaped wood about the size of a baby's palm.

Amosta, who was originally leaning back in his chair, looked relaxed, and even when he heard that Voldemort was going to attack Remus and Tonks, was not too moved, his eyes suddenly became sharp when he saw the wood chip. "Do you recognize who this thing came from?"

Severus asked quietly.

"what's the situation?"

Amosta did not take the wood chip immediately, but asked softly.

Then, Severus began his narration in a flat tone.

From this Death Eater gathering until his attack on Vitia Cleona.

"--I guess she might want to use me to convey some information to you. I can't contact her alone. In that case, the only thing I can do is to attack her--"

Severus said,
"When I left, all the wood fragments on my body disappeared, leaving only this--"

Vitia Kleona.

Speaking of this powerful black witch, Remus' eyes couldn't help but look solemn.

"If you don't leave, you will die--"

Remus frowned.
"She and Voldemort were discussing something. She -"

Remus had intended to ask why Vitia Cleona would take the risk of delivering the message to Amosta.

Is it... She, like Severus, has reformed, but seeing Amosta's stern look, he closed his mouth in time.

"She said that it just chose Voldemort, but did not submit to Voldemort, right?"

Amostas asked thoughtfully, and when he saw Severus nod in the affirmative, Amostas looked a little relieved.

"The gray fog that shrouds it. Many people have discussed it privately. The Death Eaters all believe that it is the magic used by the Dark Lord to protect it. It is not surprising that it has some evil characteristics--"

Severus asked sternly.

"But Dumbledore thinks it's not that simple. He told me that you might know the answer.

What is that, this new power that the Dark Lord of Amosta seeks to master?"

So far, Voldemort still cannot gain the loyalty of the caduceus, which is undoubtedly great news.

But the confusion that follows is, since the Twin Snakes Staff is unwilling to be used by Voldemort itself, why would this magical staff with thoughts be willing to let Voldemort master it?
The gray fog
Amosta knew about this situation early on. It was probably the power of death in the caduceus that was eroding the instinct of life.

If this situation continues and is not under control.

Perhaps this staff has caused more damage to the world than Voldemort.

But how to stop it?

The death controlled by the twin snake staff is a higher-dimensional force. Not to mention him, even Merlin more than a dozen centuries ago could only place it on the isolated island of Avalon, suppressing it with the power of the Broken Steel Sword, and preventing it from rioting, leaving many lives for it to devour.
As Severus and Remus watched, Amosta slowly took the wood.

As expected, the wood chip did not emit bright light after touching Amosta. Instead, it lay quietly in his palm like an ordinary piece of wood.

This wood chip
Amosta narrowed his eyes, his deep gaze saw through the illusion and looked directly at the source.

Crash--
After a long time, Amosita suddenly stood up from his sitting position, startling Fox who was squatting on his knees.

"I'm afraid my next trip plan will have to change again--"

Amosta looked at Remus who stood up, holding the wood chip tightly, and said solemnly,
"I have to go somewhere now, Remus, I may need a favor from you--"

"Do you understand the implication of this wood chip?"

Remus asked curiously.

"maybe--"

Amosta waved at the table, and a palm-sized wine jug flew over from under the candlestick and landed in his palm.

Throwing the flagon to Remus, Amosta spoke quickly.
"I want you to go to Paris as soon as possible and give this to Vice President Hope of the International Confederation of Wizards. He knows what this is--" (End of this chapter)