Chapter 161 Flowers and Tears
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 161 Flowers and Tears
"Sorry, pardon the offense, after all, this is for your child Harry Potter—"
Standing in front of the door, Amosta bowed his head to pay tribute to the room. Although he didn't even know the existence of the wizarding world when the Potters were killed, this did not prevent him from having lofty beliefs and being firm in fighting against evil. It is a tribute to the wizard who is determined to move even if it is to sacrifice his life.
Amosta unloaded the entire iron door, controlled it and placed it gently in the yard. The iron door was completely rusted, not only the bolt hidden behind the door, but also the door shaft connected to the door frame It's the same situation.
The scene behind the door was in line with Amosta's expectation. The hall, dining room, living room, and all the furnishings within the field of vision were covered with a thick layer of white ash. The smell of decay after the ravages of time.
The floor in the house is made of wood, and because of the dust on the surface, the original color can no longer be seen, but the traces of corrosion and insects on the floor are very clear. Amosta even suspects that stepping on it by himself may cause this The houses collapsed in a chain.
After thinking about it, Amosta waved his wand to let himself float, and controlled his body to move forward slowly.
Everything in sight was dusty, without any valuable clues, Amosta only stayed in the dining room for a while, squinting his eyes at the furnishings that had been shattered by the duel that year.
One side of the duel is James Potter, and the other is Voldemort.
The damage caused by this duel was not too great. Amosta stared at the black holes on the wall and the radially damaged floor, instinctively recreating the scene of the duel in his mind.
"--a duel with a difference of many levels. James Potter probably released two or three spells, but they were blocked by Voldemort's shield and bounced off the floor and walls. Weird"
Amosta muttered
"Even if James Potter was about as good as Lupine, in that case, the hysterical spell he cast should have caused more damage to the room, but oh, get it, Voldemort should have killed Strong, the powerful and evil magic power he released made the magic power in this area extremely unstable, and ordinary wizards might not even be able to use a levitating spell in that situation."
There are many factors that can determine the outcome of a wizard duel below the 'saint', for example, duel skills, for example, the power and versatility of the spells you have mastered, and even luck can play a key role .
However, as your strength gets closer to that limit, individual magic power becomes more crucial, and the effectiveness of the spell is reduced, because for a wizard of this level, any offensive spell can kill the opponent , For example, Amostar himself, if he is willing to do so, then he can easily make the stunning stun spell fatal.
Therefore, it is ridiculous to expect that a wizard like Albus Dumbledore can be dealt with by relying on numbers and sneak attacks.
"-It is not impossible to interfere with the environment purely with magic power and thoughts, so that wizards in a certain area cannot even use normal standard spells, but the deterrent significance is greater than the practical significance."
After speculating about Voldemort's strength in his mind for a while, Amosta's expression was a little dignified. With his current abilities, it would not be a problem to fight Dumbledore or Voldemort in a short-term, high-intensity duel. Even, because of the physical advantages brought about by age, he is not necessarily at a disadvantage, but once he cannot get out immediately after a quick battle, it is a very passive thing for him, because he has indeed not touched that limit '.
Amosta carefully inspected the first floor of the house, but he was a little disappointed in the result, because he didn't find anything wrong. Judging from the traces, no one had entered here for more than ten years.
After confirming this, Amosta pointed his eyes at the crumbling stairs, and quietly, like a ghost, Amosta floated up the stairs.
There are a total of three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor of the old house. Among the three bedrooms, the doors of two of them are tightly closed. Judging from the same rusted door panels, no one should have broken in.
Only one bedroom door was open, and that was the room Amostar had seen from the outside of the house with half the walls smashed.
After a brief silence, Amosta's room moved over. In the quiet room, Amosta's heartbeat speeded up a little unconsciously, and it was obvious that he was a little nervous. If there is nothing unusual in that room If not, then his trip will undoubtedly end in failure.
Because the room was exposed to the outside, the bright bedroom and the dark building formed a sharp contrast of light and darkness. Before walking into the thread-like clusters of light, Amostar even breathed slightly, and the next Seconds, he floated forward another two feet, then turned around.
The moment everything in this room full of gravel and tiles came into view, Amosta lowered his slightly shrugged shoulders, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It's still showing a bit of a hole, isn't it—"
In the dilapidated room, rubble as high as five feet was piled up on a big collapsed bed. Because of the wind and sun, the rest of the furnishings in the room were also decayed garbage. A broken picture frame that fell off the wall remained relatively intact.
Of course, what made Amosta happy was not the blurred and faded photo frame, but the bunch of dried flowers that were about to lose all moisture in front of the photo frame, and the string of footprints in front of the photo frame, which continued until the room was damaged Big hole footprints.
All the wizards who came to commemorate the Potters left their flowers on the wooden signs and flower stands specially prepared by the Ministry of Magic. However, there was one person who unexpectedly entered the room and placed flowers in front of Potter's family portrait. a bouquet of flowers
"Hiss, something's wrong—"
Finally found some clues, Amosta was undoubtedly in a happy mood, he stared at the bunch of white lilies that had turned yellow, before he continued to approach, a strange feeling emerged in his heart unexpectedly,
"Isn't Black the traitor who caused the deaths of the Potters? Why, could it be that he is confessing his betrayal... Oh, I see, this is where Voldemort finally failed, so he is mourning his master"
Amosta's slightly frowning brows were stretched out, proud of his wit. He glanced across the room, and his eyes stayed on the pile of rubble on the bed for a few seconds. After confirming that there were no traps, he floated into the room and stopped at the photo frame forward.
Because it is exposed to the outdoors, there is much less dust on the floor of the room than on the first floor, just a thin layer, when his eyes fell on the broken glass covering the blurry photo, unconsciously, Amos Ta's brows closed a lot, he raised his head again, inspected everything in the room, after a while, he bent down and fiddled with the gravel on the bed a few times.
"It's dry, it hasn't rained here lately—"
Amosta stared at the dust without a trace of moisture in his palm, with a serious expression.
"So."
He lowered his head and stared at the blocky broken glass covered with a thin layer of dust, showing traces of dry water droplets splashed radially, squinting his eyes,
"Crying, it's not quite right"
(End of this chapter)
"Sorry, pardon the offense, after all, this is for your child Harry Potter—"
Standing in front of the door, Amosta bowed his head to pay tribute to the room. Although he didn't even know the existence of the wizarding world when the Potters were killed, this did not prevent him from having lofty beliefs and being firm in fighting against evil. It is a tribute to the wizard who is determined to move even if it is to sacrifice his life.
Amosta unloaded the entire iron door, controlled it and placed it gently in the yard. The iron door was completely rusted, not only the bolt hidden behind the door, but also the door shaft connected to the door frame It's the same situation.
The scene behind the door was in line with Amosta's expectation. The hall, dining room, living room, and all the furnishings within the field of vision were covered with a thick layer of white ash. The smell of decay after the ravages of time.
The floor in the house is made of wood, and because of the dust on the surface, the original color can no longer be seen, but the traces of corrosion and insects on the floor are very clear. Amosta even suspects that stepping on it by himself may cause this The houses collapsed in a chain.
After thinking about it, Amosta waved his wand to let himself float, and controlled his body to move forward slowly.
Everything in sight was dusty, without any valuable clues, Amosta only stayed in the dining room for a while, squinting his eyes at the furnishings that had been shattered by the duel that year.
One side of the duel is James Potter, and the other is Voldemort.
The damage caused by this duel was not too great. Amosta stared at the black holes on the wall and the radially damaged floor, instinctively recreating the scene of the duel in his mind.
"--a duel with a difference of many levels. James Potter probably released two or three spells, but they were blocked by Voldemort's shield and bounced off the floor and walls. Weird"
Amosta muttered
"Even if James Potter was about as good as Lupine, in that case, the hysterical spell he cast should have caused more damage to the room, but oh, get it, Voldemort should have killed Strong, the powerful and evil magic power he released made the magic power in this area extremely unstable, and ordinary wizards might not even be able to use a levitating spell in that situation."
There are many factors that can determine the outcome of a wizard duel below the 'saint', for example, duel skills, for example, the power and versatility of the spells you have mastered, and even luck can play a key role .
However, as your strength gets closer to that limit, individual magic power becomes more crucial, and the effectiveness of the spell is reduced, because for a wizard of this level, any offensive spell can kill the opponent , For example, Amostar himself, if he is willing to do so, then he can easily make the stunning stun spell fatal.
Therefore, it is ridiculous to expect that a wizard like Albus Dumbledore can be dealt with by relying on numbers and sneak attacks.
"-It is not impossible to interfere with the environment purely with magic power and thoughts, so that wizards in a certain area cannot even use normal standard spells, but the deterrent significance is greater than the practical significance."
After speculating about Voldemort's strength in his mind for a while, Amosta's expression was a little dignified. With his current abilities, it would not be a problem to fight Dumbledore or Voldemort in a short-term, high-intensity duel. Even, because of the physical advantages brought about by age, he is not necessarily at a disadvantage, but once he cannot get out immediately after a quick battle, it is a very passive thing for him, because he has indeed not touched that limit '.
Amosta carefully inspected the first floor of the house, but he was a little disappointed in the result, because he didn't find anything wrong. Judging from the traces, no one had entered here for more than ten years.
After confirming this, Amosta pointed his eyes at the crumbling stairs, and quietly, like a ghost, Amosta floated up the stairs.
There are a total of three bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor of the old house. Among the three bedrooms, the doors of two of them are tightly closed. Judging from the same rusted door panels, no one should have broken in.
Only one bedroom door was open, and that was the room Amostar had seen from the outside of the house with half the walls smashed.
After a brief silence, Amosta's room moved over. In the quiet room, Amosta's heartbeat speeded up a little unconsciously, and it was obvious that he was a little nervous. If there is nothing unusual in that room If not, then his trip will undoubtedly end in failure.
Because the room was exposed to the outside, the bright bedroom and the dark building formed a sharp contrast of light and darkness. Before walking into the thread-like clusters of light, Amostar even breathed slightly, and the next Seconds, he floated forward another two feet, then turned around.
The moment everything in this room full of gravel and tiles came into view, Amosta lowered his slightly shrugged shoulders, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It's still showing a bit of a hole, isn't it—"
In the dilapidated room, rubble as high as five feet was piled up on a big collapsed bed. Because of the wind and sun, the rest of the furnishings in the room were also decayed garbage. A broken picture frame that fell off the wall remained relatively intact.
Of course, what made Amosta happy was not the blurred and faded photo frame, but the bunch of dried flowers that were about to lose all moisture in front of the photo frame, and the string of footprints in front of the photo frame, which continued until the room was damaged Big hole footprints.
All the wizards who came to commemorate the Potters left their flowers on the wooden signs and flower stands specially prepared by the Ministry of Magic. However, there was one person who unexpectedly entered the room and placed flowers in front of Potter's family portrait. a bouquet of flowers
"Hiss, something's wrong—"
Finally found some clues, Amosta was undoubtedly in a happy mood, he stared at the bunch of white lilies that had turned yellow, before he continued to approach, a strange feeling emerged in his heart unexpectedly,
"Isn't Black the traitor who caused the deaths of the Potters? Why, could it be that he is confessing his betrayal... Oh, I see, this is where Voldemort finally failed, so he is mourning his master"
Amosta's slightly frowning brows were stretched out, proud of his wit. He glanced across the room, and his eyes stayed on the pile of rubble on the bed for a few seconds. After confirming that there were no traps, he floated into the room and stopped at the photo frame forward.
Because it is exposed to the outdoors, there is much less dust on the floor of the room than on the first floor, just a thin layer, when his eyes fell on the broken glass covering the blurry photo, unconsciously, Amos Ta's brows closed a lot, he raised his head again, inspected everything in the room, after a while, he bent down and fiddled with the gravel on the bed a few times.
"It's dry, it hasn't rained here lately—"
Amosta stared at the dust without a trace of moisture in his palm, with a serious expression.
"So."
He lowered his head and stared at the blocky broken glass covered with a thin layer of dust, showing traces of dry water droplets splashed radially, squinting his eyes,
"Crying, it's not quite right"
(End of this chapter)
