Chapter 1336 Disposal

Harry thought that what he had experienced tonight was thrilling enough.

But after hearing about Sirius' experience, they realized that when they went to the Ministry of Magic to fight the Death Eaters, the danger on Sirius' side was no less than theirs.

A war that was no less fierce than the Battle of Diagon Alley took place in Paris.

Even the magical world is almost exposed!
In the office, even several deans had horrified expressions on their faces, and the portraits on the wall were discussing in low voices.

If the wizarding world were to know about this tonight, there would be serious consequences.

"The descendants of the Black family made outstanding contributions in the war to siege Paris!"

Phineas blushed and said,
"I think the Order of Merlin should give you a first-class medal, boy!"

No one answered Phineas, including Sirius, who said in a heavy tone,
"Mad-Eye and Amelia both stayed there to help the International Confederation of Wizards clean up the mess.
The damage there was too great, and, in addition to the combined forces, the Muggles also suffered heavy casualties. Erasing memory alone will not solve these problems-"

"That's horrible. I've been to Paris and I actually quite like the French style. The Eiffel Tower built by Muggles is actually quite spectacular."

Horace imagined in his mind what a terrifying fire giant standing tall and upright would look like, and said with a breath of cold air,
"So, all those thugs that Eksta escaped from were wiped out by you."

Sirius nodded, looking gloomy, as if it was just a trivial matter.

but--
Harry looked at Vitia Cliona who was sitting quietly in the corner, and felt a little strange.

It was entirely her credit that Sirius was alive tonight.
Professor Blaine had remained silent and allowed Malfoy to steal the staff, which was necessary in order to get her back.

Her magical power is greater than that of any Death Eater. If she serves Voldemort wholeheartedly, it will undoubtedly be a great threat to the side of justice.

But now that... well, she's turned over a new leaf, what's Professor Blaine going to do with her?
"Vitia!"

Just as Harry was pondering this question, the door of the headmaster's office was suddenly pushed open, and Professor Larsen, who was panting, appeared in front of them.

"Flomid!"

Vitia, who always had a cold face, stood up after seeing Flomid, her emerald eyes flashing with excitement.
"Are you okay? Is everyone okay?"

Without even bothering to greet Amosta and Dumbledore, Fromide hurried over to hold Vitia's cold hand, excited.
"It couldn't be better!"

Frommid sniffed.
"We are now working for the Ministry of Magic, and the wizards have promised me a place to stay.
Oh, maybe you don’t know yet, Luoya and the others are now studying at Hogwarts, and I am now teaching some of our knowledge in this school. "

"I heard--"

Weitiya smiled slightly, then a look of guilt appeared on her face.
"I was reading the wizard's newspaper and learned about your role as professor and the exchange group. It was a wise decision, Frommid. Thank you for taking care of everyone when I was away—"

"Thanks to Amosta for being willing to shelter us!"

As if he had just remembered, Fromide looked at Amosta with great gratitude.

"You did everything you promised, Amosta, including bringing Vitia back from Voldemort!"

Vitia Cleona and Professor Lahanson. And Professor Brian?
Everyone in the office was looking at Amosta.

There have been rumors in the wizarding world that Professor Brain had an ambiguous relationship with the dark witch who launched the attack at the Quidditch World Cup.

But now it seems that this relationship is much more complicated than imagined!

"Don't be too happy yet, Fromid--"

Amosta leaned back in the soft chair, his fingers interlaced on his knees. His deep gaze fell on Vitia's clear face, and his voice was solemn.

"You know, we still have a lot of problems to face—"

The gratitude on Fromide's face froze and he fell silent.

Frommid knew very well that Voldemort, who had plunged the magical world and wizards into the shadow of war, was resurrected with the help of Vitia.

Based on this reason alone, it is impossible for the wizards to simply forgive Vitia's crimes.

"You plan"

Sirius opened his lips and looked at Amosta with a troubled look.
"What are you going to do with her, Amosta?"

At least in Sirius's opinion, this woman was not completely evil and she actually saved her twice.

If Dumbledore could forgive the slug who stood aside and watched the fun, then it was not unacceptable for Amosta to let Vitia go.

"It's not up to me, Sirius—"

Amosta said,
"The Wizengamot will make a fair judgment." Everyone was silent again.

Flomid looked at Vitia and read a trace of sadness in her dim eyes.
In fact, everyone knows that with Amosita's current prestige and influence on the Ministry of Magic, he can make the final decision on many matters.

But Amosta was unwilling to do so.

The root cause of the current corrupt magic world lies in those ancient families who cling to their old ways in order to protect their own interests.

He tried his best to cut off the tentacles of those powerful families, and to avoid excessive concentration of power in him in the future and the emergence of a deformed magical society.

He prefers to be an observer. A special observer.

He has developed an inextricable connection with the magical society, but at the same time, he has a perspective that is higher than that of the magical society.

There is a special kind of justice in him, which does not come from his character, but from his identity as a time traveler.

However, if he is too involved in power, he will lose this fairness.

"Your turn, then, Harry—"

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Amosta spoke up, breaking the silence in the office.

So Harry began to speak.

It all started when he and Ron realized that Draco might have hidden the wand in Filch's office.

Let me tell you one by one.

When he said that he saw Sirius being tortured in a vision and decided to go to the Ministry of Magic to save him, Sirius' eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly.

When talking about how they were surrounded by Death Eaters in the hall of the Department of Mysteries and they did not surrender but resisted resolutely, Professor McGonagall made a loud sniffling sound and looked at them with pride.

Amosta's expression remained unchanged.

When Harry mentioned that Lucius Malfoy proposed to make a deal with them, asking them to hand over the prophecy and be willing to give Draco as a hostage, Amos Tower's eyebrows moved.

When he looked at the old man who was sitting there silently with his eyes as dim as if he was about to die, a thought flashed in his eyes.

Many people saw what happened next.

Voldemort came to the Ministry of Magic, and Vitia appeared with Sirius, the double snake staff
Especially the double snake staff that instantly overwhelmed Dumbledore, many people showed concerned expressions.

"I was killed by Voldemort"

At the end, Harry frowned and looked at Dumbledore hesitantly. He seemed to understand something about this matter, but he didn't understand why.

"control--"

Dumbledore said gently,

"He had you under his control, Harry, and used you to threaten me, but you were amazing, and you got rid of him on your own."

Getting rid of Voldemort on his own might be the case.

Harry twisted his hips nervously. He felt a little uncomfortable because of the curiosity and awe in the many eyes cast at him.

"Is that enough, Dumbledore, Amosta?"

Madam Pomfrey said unhappily,

"You heard what these children went through tonight. They've had more fright tonight than many wizards will have in their entire lives. They should go to the hospital wing and lie down in a bed with some tranquilizers and get some sleep. Oh, and Sirius, I think you ought to be checked out too -"

"That's it, then—"

Amosta stood up from his chair and looked at Arthur, Frank, and Alice.

"You can accompany them to the hospital wing, stay at Hogwarts tonight, and then..."

Amosta looked at Professor Slughorn.
"I want to talk to you, Horace, but before I do--"

Amosta's eyes jumped to Draco again.
"Come with me, Draco, I think the two of us should have a chat first—"

(End of this chapter)