Chapter 1302 Secret Keeper

As far as Harry could remember, no Halloween had ever been as dull as this year.

That's right, depression.

Indeed, the day before Halloween, Hagrid stuffed the Great Hall with a number of large, scary pumpkins.

As usual, Filch and the school staff hung golden ribbons in the Great Hall, hung up four new house flags, decorated the hall with pumpkin lanterns and got a large group of bats.

Since Hogwarts no longer lacks money, the richness of the students' daily meals has reached a new level. For Halloween this year, the little wizards showed off their best skills, and the long table was filled with delicious food with both good looks and good aroma.

In short, Hogwarts still tries its best to create a joyful atmosphere of traditional festivals for students.

But few, including Harry, were able to enjoy the festive atmosphere.

The matter of what was lost from Professor Brian's office was kept strictly confidential, and the young wizards who were not involved were still kept in the dark.

However, word spread quickly that Ron and Lavender had been attacked at school, and that Harry and Hermione's dorm had also been ransacked.

Even several days after Halloween, there was still an atmosphere of panic in the school.

Harry even smelled a bit of the terrifying atmosphere that shrouded Hogwarts during the time when Slytherin's chamber of secrets was opened by the heir and all Muggle-born students were to be purged.

In fact, things didn't have to come to this.

However, the tense situation outside made the young wizards suspicious.

For the past few months, the Daily Prophet would report on natural disasters and man-made disasters in the Muggle world every once in a while, such as train derailments, bridge ruptures, or unknown towns being "precisely" hit by earthquakes or typhoons.

The words and implications of those texts all hinted that these disasters were inextricably linked to Voldemort's Death Eaters.

People have always believed that Hogwarts, where Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine are in charge, is the safest.

But now, an attack has occurred in the school, and Harry Potter is involved.

The little wizards couldn't help but worry.

Even without the professors' instructions, the young wizards rarely went in and out of the dark corners of the castle alone in the past few days.

Whether in class, eating or taking a walk, the little wizards always gather in groups of two or three.

When walking in the castle, Harry could always sense that people were looking at him strangely, as if the attacker had actually made a mistake.

The person the attacker really wanted to kill was actually him.

Come to think of it, Harry felt that he hadn't felt such strange looks at school for a long time.

This made Harry anxious.

Not to mention, he was still worried about whether the staff had been sent out of Hogwarts by Malfoy. And, as time went by, Sirius's safety was always on his mind.

And this worry reaches its peak on Friday of the new week!

"Where's Professor Blaine?"

After finishing his morning spells class, Harry came to the Great Hall for lunch. He subconsciously glanced at the staff table. The empty seat next to Professor Dumbledore startled him.
"Isn't Remus' wedding tomorrow?"

Harry murmured almost absentmindedly.

"The preparatory meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards is also tomorrow."

There was also a hint of worry in Hermione's soft voice.
"Maybe there was a conflict of time. He might have gone to Paris early—"

In silence, Harry looked towards the Slytherin table expressionlessly, and those grey eyes seemed to be waiting for him. Their gazes met in mid-air for a long time, and then they looked away.

Harry looked again towards Professor Brain's empty chair.

Somehow, he suddenly had a strange illusion in his mind.

Professor Blaine suddenly appeared in Hogwarts and suddenly appeared in people's sight nearly three years ago.

He came very suddenly, and maybe one day, when he leaves, people will also feel caught off guard.

In fact, Hermione's guess was wrong. Amosta did not go to Paris. Something would happen there tonight, but he didn't need to worry about it.

He took the Hogwarts Express and got off at King's Cross Station, took a taxi to the bus station, and then took a bus to a town on the outskirts of London that he had never set foot in his life.

By this time, the sky presented a wonderful sight.

In the half of the sky where the sun had not yet set, clouds as bright as blood floated like a mass of foam on the rough sea.

On the half where the moon shadow appears, the sky is an elegant and wonderful dark purple color, and the stars are looming.

For the rest of the journey, Amosta can only rely on himself.

Fortunately, when he was measuring the land on foot, a farmer slowly caught up with him, riding a horse-drawn cart carrying fruits and vegetables.

So Amosta took a ride.

"Oh, thank you so much, if it weren't for you, I would probably have to walk a long way--"

Amosta smiled sincerely at the farmers who went to the town to buy fruits and vegetables, and took out a ten-pound note from the lining pocket of his coat.

The old man with straw-like fluffy curly hair stuck in his straw hat showed a fierce face.

"Take the money back, boy, or you can keep walking on your own two feet!"

Amosta readily followed suit, took back the banknotes with a smile, and then jumped nimbly onto the cart with a few vegetable leaves still stuck on the deck.

With the old man's vigorous urging, the carriage started again.

It is like an evening between summer and autumn, when the refreshing breeze plays freely in the vast fields.

On both sides of the dirt road, the pumpkins in the large pumpkin fields were all picked before Halloween, which just a few days ago. Now, only large green vines with a few tender pumpkin stems hanging on them remain in the fields.

"The Tonks!"

The old man, whose half of his face was filled with a vibrant brown beard, turned around and saw the gray-haired young man on the cart, gazing into the distance with a satisfied, strange smile on his face. So he also laughed.

"I know which village they live in, but it'll take about an hour to get there!"

"Oh, never mind, I'm not in a hurry--"

Amosta smiled in response.

It’s not that there is no more convenient way to get there, but he just feels that he is always in a hurry along the way.

Urgently making myself stronger and without any flaws.

He planned everything carefully.

To Voldemort, to the emerging crisis, and to how to change the stagnant situation in the British and even European wizarding world.
Looking at the sky that was gradually being eroded by dark purple, Amosta smiled silently.

Thanks to the help of many fellow travelers, most of the goals he wanted to achieve were achieved. The rest are also moving in the direction he wanted to see.

So, it's time to adjust your pace and give yourself a break.

When the moon shadow hung above the branches, the old horse pulling the old man and Amosta stopped panting.

Just like many people we meet by chance in life, we meet briefly and then part ways.

Amosta and the old man smiled and waved, without saying a word, they turned away.

After walking along a narrow field covered with dead grass, passing through a reed field and jumping over a winding stream, Amosta arrived at the future home of Remus and Tonks.

Like most wizards who lived with Muggles, their home was always some distance from the village.

The same is true for Tonks's home, however, this house, located in an open area, has become invisible due to the protection of magic. Also because of the effect of magic, Muggles will ignore this change.

Standing in the open space, Amosita reached into his pocket again, fumbled for a moment, and took out a note written by Remus himself.

After a glance, a house that looked old slowly emerged in Amosta's eyes.

The kindhearted Remus didn't want to burden or endanger anyone, so -
That's right, he cast a Fidelius spell on this house, and he himself is the secret keeper of this house. (End of this chapter)