Chapter 283
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 283
Midnight, moonlight.
The cold night wind howled in the courtyard, and the excited owls fluttered their wings one by one. They flew across the air in a gliding posture, leaving ghost shadows on the ground.
As soon as he got back to the owl shed, Scabbers immediately took out the Marauder's Map from the hole, and lay down on the window sill to check it under the moonlight, but his eyes went back and forth on the paper many times, but he didn't find the name of Sirius appearing on it.
Where did Sirius hide?
Over the past few days, Peter asked himself this question countless times, but no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't find a reasonable answer.
Staring in the direction of the werewolf station, Peter's small eyes showed a bit of hesitation.
Whether to continue hiding and wait for Sirius to show his flaws, or find a way to lure Sirius out and kill him, both methods have advantages and disadvantages. For a moment, Peter, unable to make a choice, sighed deeply
"If you're not happy to keep me in the castle, Amostar, I don't mind living in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. You know, my Animagus form is not so easy to spot,"
As soon as he opened the office door, Sirius appeared in front of Amosta. With a sad and melancholy face, he said weakly,
"But you don't have to do it that way... I mean, starve me to death!"
"Oh, sorry!" Amosta was surprised at first, and then immediately apologized, "I forgot about you."
Although he is no longer a professor, Amosta still has the authority to summon the house elves. He ordered the house elves in the kitchen to bring some steaks, but the attentive house elves overinterpreted the meaning of the word "a few pieces" Meaning, they removed almost all the ribs off a cow, and there wasn't even room for a large tray of steaks on his desk.
Sirius squatted on the ground, devouring the food on the coffee table, while Amosta sat in his seat, holding a cup of green tea, looking at the empty monitoring wall opposite, with a thoughtful expression .
And this strange state soon attracted the attention of Sirius, he squinted at Amosta, the movement of chewing in his mouth gradually slowed down,
"what happened to you?"
Amosta came back to his senses, he noticed the concern in Sirius' eyes, lowered his eyes and smiled,
"Nothing. Oh, by the way, did something happen today?"
Seeing that Amosta was unwilling to say anything, Sirius showed disappointment visible to the naked eye, but he also knew that Amosta was not Remus or James after all, and he couldn't ask him to know everything about him.
After a little silence, Sirius said in a soothing tone,
"Harry and two of his friends stopped by after dinner today, knocked on the door for a while, and left disappointed."
Thinking of Harry's respectful attitude towards Amosta, Sirius couldn't help being a little envious, but also a little sad. Obviously he is Harry's godfather, but now the two are indeed 'enemies'.
"I guess, he probably wants me to help him identify the Firebolt you gave him."
Thinking of what happened at night, Amosta nodded slightly, and said clearly,
"The first weekend of school is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. This game is very important to Gryffindor. If they lose, they will lose the chance to win the Quidditch Cup this year. , this little guy probably couldn't wait to prove that this Firebolt has nothing to do with you."
"perhaps--"
Sirius' tone was still very disappointed,
"You can tell him that you gave him the Firebolt, Amostar."
Glancing at the self-pitying Sirius, Amosta smiled,
"I don't have the face to preempt your credit. Well, he will probably come to me tomorrow. At that time, I will help him check it out. When I find Peter and the problem with you is clear, you can talk to him yourself."
The candles in the office were extinguished, only the dying embers in the fireplace still glowed faintly, Sirius fell asleep on the sofa in an old robe, and Amosta was still lying on the table, For a while, he deduced the spell structure of the Blood Curse from beginning to end, and then put down his pen, crossing his arms and meditating.
This is the case with magic research. Before the moment when the epiphany finally strikes, what is needed is countless nights of 'useless work'.
And tonight, Amostar was clearly uninspired.
It was two o'clock in the morning, and Amosta finally closed his book and stood up. He went to the bed and changed into his pajamas. When he was about to lie down, he found that he didn't feel much sleepiness at all.
The Hogwarts campus in the middle of the night is filled with a mysterious atmosphere, which comes from both the magic power and the impregnation of the castle's thousand-year history.
With his hands behind his back, Amosta looked at the west tower overlapping with the bright moon for a long time, unknowingly, a little sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Pettigrew Peter was probably still watching that map all night in the owl shed, trying to pinpoint Sirius' location?
Today, Amosta has gained a lot. Amosta found the camp of the group of werewolves led by Greyback. To be honest, he really didn't expect this group of werewolves to live deep in the forbidden forest.
Aren't they afraid of being taken over by Dumbledore, or do they think they are hiding well and are sure that Dumbledore won't find them?
If it's the latter, then Amosta can only say that these wolf cubs are too simple.
Dumbledore's transcendent status is not only among wizards, but also among half-wizards. The position they live in is not close or far from the tribe of the centaur, and as a centaur with a strong sense of territory , they are unlikely to know anything about werewolves not far from the Horde.
Although the Ministry of Magic has a centaur office, it is impossible for them to respond to the situation like the Ministry of Magic because of the degree to which creatures like centaur are separated from the magic world. However, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, they probably I'll bring it up to him.
And as for why Dumbledore didn't deal with it.
Based on Amosta's understanding of him, he probably thinks that since werewolves exist, there is a reason for their existence. As long as they don't hurt the little wizards in the school, then he doesn't mind giving them a certain amount of survival. Space, just like the underground world in Knockturn Alley, there are plenty of evil dark wizards there, but as long as they don't wildly challenge the stable order of the magic world, Dumbledore will not take the initiative to kill them all.
But Amosta did not intend to let this group of werewolves go. The reason why he didn't crush them immediately today was Pettigrew Peter.
What Pettigrew Peter intended to do was not difficult to guess.
In fact, Amosta can ignore this guy's inner calculations, directly control it, call Dumbledore back, and send him to the Ministry of Magic for trial, but before doing it, one of Dumbledore's previous commissions jumped into him. In his mind, he temporarily died down.
It was early November, and he had a conversation with Dumbledore after his Patronus had been mutated by a dementor, and at the end of that conversation, Dumbledore hoped that if on the day he left school In this case, if Amostar finds out about Black's whereabouts, then, Harry and his friends can be involved to a certain extent.
Amosta knew that Dumbledore hoped to use this to train Harry, but there was no chance for Harry to try in the process of capturing Sirius before, and then he found that Sirius was innocent, so he could only let it go.
But now, in his eyes, there was nothing to hide from Peter, and the dangers were all within his control. Amosta felt that it was better to experience these three little guys.
Perhaps it was the cold wind thrown into the room by the open window sash, coupled with the 12 years of imprisonment, Sirius on the sofa slept very restlessly. Apologizing, it is conceivable who the people who appeared in his dream were.
"Then let's play together—"
Amosta turned and walked towards his bed with a smile on his face, but suddenly, he frowned, with a strange expression on his face,
"Why do I feel more and more like an old man?"
(End of this chapter)
Midnight, moonlight.
The cold night wind howled in the courtyard, and the excited owls fluttered their wings one by one. They flew across the air in a gliding posture, leaving ghost shadows on the ground.
As soon as he got back to the owl shed, Scabbers immediately took out the Marauder's Map from the hole, and lay down on the window sill to check it under the moonlight, but his eyes went back and forth on the paper many times, but he didn't find the name of Sirius appearing on it.
Where did Sirius hide?
Over the past few days, Peter asked himself this question countless times, but no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't find a reasonable answer.
Staring in the direction of the werewolf station, Peter's small eyes showed a bit of hesitation.
Whether to continue hiding and wait for Sirius to show his flaws, or find a way to lure Sirius out and kill him, both methods have advantages and disadvantages. For a moment, Peter, unable to make a choice, sighed deeply
"If you're not happy to keep me in the castle, Amostar, I don't mind living in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. You know, my Animagus form is not so easy to spot,"
As soon as he opened the office door, Sirius appeared in front of Amosta. With a sad and melancholy face, he said weakly,
"But you don't have to do it that way... I mean, starve me to death!"
"Oh, sorry!" Amosta was surprised at first, and then immediately apologized, "I forgot about you."
Although he is no longer a professor, Amosta still has the authority to summon the house elves. He ordered the house elves in the kitchen to bring some steaks, but the attentive house elves overinterpreted the meaning of the word "a few pieces" Meaning, they removed almost all the ribs off a cow, and there wasn't even room for a large tray of steaks on his desk.
Sirius squatted on the ground, devouring the food on the coffee table, while Amosta sat in his seat, holding a cup of green tea, looking at the empty monitoring wall opposite, with a thoughtful expression .
And this strange state soon attracted the attention of Sirius, he squinted at Amosta, the movement of chewing in his mouth gradually slowed down,
"what happened to you?"
Amosta came back to his senses, he noticed the concern in Sirius' eyes, lowered his eyes and smiled,
"Nothing. Oh, by the way, did something happen today?"
Seeing that Amosta was unwilling to say anything, Sirius showed disappointment visible to the naked eye, but he also knew that Amosta was not Remus or James after all, and he couldn't ask him to know everything about him.
After a little silence, Sirius said in a soothing tone,
"Harry and two of his friends stopped by after dinner today, knocked on the door for a while, and left disappointed."
Thinking of Harry's respectful attitude towards Amosta, Sirius couldn't help being a little envious, but also a little sad. Obviously he is Harry's godfather, but now the two are indeed 'enemies'.
"I guess, he probably wants me to help him identify the Firebolt you gave him."
Thinking of what happened at night, Amosta nodded slightly, and said clearly,
"The first weekend of school is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. This game is very important to Gryffindor. If they lose, they will lose the chance to win the Quidditch Cup this year. , this little guy probably couldn't wait to prove that this Firebolt has nothing to do with you."
"perhaps--"
Sirius' tone was still very disappointed,
"You can tell him that you gave him the Firebolt, Amostar."
Glancing at the self-pitying Sirius, Amosta smiled,
"I don't have the face to preempt your credit. Well, he will probably come to me tomorrow. At that time, I will help him check it out. When I find Peter and the problem with you is clear, you can talk to him yourself."
The candles in the office were extinguished, only the dying embers in the fireplace still glowed faintly, Sirius fell asleep on the sofa in an old robe, and Amosta was still lying on the table, For a while, he deduced the spell structure of the Blood Curse from beginning to end, and then put down his pen, crossing his arms and meditating.
This is the case with magic research. Before the moment when the epiphany finally strikes, what is needed is countless nights of 'useless work'.
And tonight, Amostar was clearly uninspired.
It was two o'clock in the morning, and Amosta finally closed his book and stood up. He went to the bed and changed into his pajamas. When he was about to lie down, he found that he didn't feel much sleepiness at all.
The Hogwarts campus in the middle of the night is filled with a mysterious atmosphere, which comes from both the magic power and the impregnation of the castle's thousand-year history.
With his hands behind his back, Amosta looked at the west tower overlapping with the bright moon for a long time, unknowingly, a little sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Pettigrew Peter was probably still watching that map all night in the owl shed, trying to pinpoint Sirius' location?
Today, Amosta has gained a lot. Amosta found the camp of the group of werewolves led by Greyback. To be honest, he really didn't expect this group of werewolves to live deep in the forbidden forest.
Aren't they afraid of being taken over by Dumbledore, or do they think they are hiding well and are sure that Dumbledore won't find them?
If it's the latter, then Amosta can only say that these wolf cubs are too simple.
Dumbledore's transcendent status is not only among wizards, but also among half-wizards. The position they live in is not close or far from the tribe of the centaur, and as a centaur with a strong sense of territory , they are unlikely to know anything about werewolves not far from the Horde.
Although the Ministry of Magic has a centaur office, it is impossible for them to respond to the situation like the Ministry of Magic because of the degree to which creatures like centaur are separated from the magic world. However, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, they probably I'll bring it up to him.
And as for why Dumbledore didn't deal with it.
Based on Amosta's understanding of him, he probably thinks that since werewolves exist, there is a reason for their existence. As long as they don't hurt the little wizards in the school, then he doesn't mind giving them a certain amount of survival. Space, just like the underground world in Knockturn Alley, there are plenty of evil dark wizards there, but as long as they don't wildly challenge the stable order of the magic world, Dumbledore will not take the initiative to kill them all.
But Amosta did not intend to let this group of werewolves go. The reason why he didn't crush them immediately today was Pettigrew Peter.
What Pettigrew Peter intended to do was not difficult to guess.
In fact, Amosta can ignore this guy's inner calculations, directly control it, call Dumbledore back, and send him to the Ministry of Magic for trial, but before doing it, one of Dumbledore's previous commissions jumped into him. In his mind, he temporarily died down.
It was early November, and he had a conversation with Dumbledore after his Patronus had been mutated by a dementor, and at the end of that conversation, Dumbledore hoped that if on the day he left school In this case, if Amostar finds out about Black's whereabouts, then, Harry and his friends can be involved to a certain extent.
Amosta knew that Dumbledore hoped to use this to train Harry, but there was no chance for Harry to try in the process of capturing Sirius before, and then he found that Sirius was innocent, so he could only let it go.
But now, in his eyes, there was nothing to hide from Peter, and the dangers were all within his control. Amosta felt that it was better to experience these three little guys.
Perhaps it was the cold wind thrown into the room by the open window sash, coupled with the 12 years of imprisonment, Sirius on the sofa slept very restlessly. Apologizing, it is conceivable who the people who appeared in his dream were.
"Then let's play together—"
Amosta turned and walked towards his bed with a smile on his face, but suddenly, he frowned, with a strange expression on his face,
"Why do I feel more and more like an old man?"
(End of this chapter)
