The three Harrys have left, and Amosta is the only one left in the office. The candlelight is swaying, and the black shadow reflected on the wall is also swaying. He silently stares at the surveillance wall, watching them all the time. The three returned to the common room before looking away.
The climate in early March was no longer bone-chilling, but the flames in the fireplace were still so strong, and the room was a little hot.
Amosta walked to the window and opened it, his eyes wandering aimlessly. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the quietness of this relatively comfortable office was so manic.
The thousand-year-old castle still stands silently on the high ground. The forest sea not far away witnesses countless legends that were once brilliant and illuminated an era, but have now disappeared. Amosta stared at the rolling forest sea, and suddenly I thought of Voldemort, who was even willing to split his soul with infinite magic power in order to achieve eternity.
"Eternity"
Amosta smiled mockingly. The universe has been non-stop towards its demise since its birth, and life is fleeting in the long river of time. The passing water splash, how can there be anything that can stand side by side with eternity in this vast universe?
And for Muggles or wizards, the only thing that can always accompany the short life is loneliness. Ta Zai convinced himself.
For a moment, his mood waned, Amosta closed the window and turned around, but the moment he raised his feet, his figure stopped, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
In the invisible world of magic, stored in space, the magic power rippling leisurely like a sea of clouds was suddenly attracted by an inexplicable force, and rushed into Amosta's body, as if A dark pit suddenly appeared under the calm lake surface, and a vortex appeared on the surface of the water.
Amosta's handsome face showed a bit of pain, and the pupils in his lavender eyes turned into rapidly rotating whirlpools, trying their best to absorb magic power.
"What are you planning, Dumbledore."
In the principal's office, Snape put his hands on his desk, his two dark eyes staring at the fingers. Dumbledore, sitting on the soft chair, tried to discern clues from those abyssal blue eyes.
"Oh, how interesting, Severus,"
The calm Dumbledore responded to Snape's gaze with a smile,
" You actually tried to use Legilimency on me, but please forgive me for being immodest. Even if I am so old that I lose all my teeth and can no longer eat candy, I am afraid you will not succeed.”
"Not only Amosta is confused, I am also very curious about this issue, Dumbledore"
Snape's cheeks twitched, and he retreated slightly, although his eyes were no longer so rude. , but the tone is still sinister,
"From what I know about you, whether it is Amosta spying on the little wizards in the school, or what he proposed for the little wizards to deal with in the classroom , you wouldn’t agree, but you agreed.
Dumbledore, when did you become so tolerant?When Quirrell was in this school last year, you were more wary of him than Amos."
"Severus, you want to discuss Quirrell and Amos with me. "Is there any difference between the two towers?"
"You are trying to avoid the important, Dumbledore"
The veins on the back of Snape's hands popped out, and a touch of red appeared on his withered cheeks,
"The tolerance you showed towards Amosta is not your past style at all. I can't think of any possibility except that you are planning something."
Fox is very concerned about this kind of thing that comes every now and then. The roar was very familiar. It was sleeping soundly without even opening its eyes. It spread its wings filled with colorful light, skillfully stuffed its head into the wings, and continued its sweet dream after making a soft sound.
"Severus"
The silver-white eyebrows and beard on Dumbledore's old face moved, and his tone was a little helpless. He was about to explain something, but something suddenly attracted his attention. He closed his mouth and walked quickly to the window under Snape's doubtful gaze. He frowned and stared into the endless darkness through the carved glass sash.
Suddenly, silence enveloped this unique office. For a moment, no one spoke.
"Amazing"
About ten minutes passed, Dumbledore said. The slightly frowned eyebrows finally relaxed again, with a brisk smile in his blue eyes, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear
"There is no doubt that since the era of the four great founders, So far, for thousands of years, you are probably the most outstanding student in Hogwarts."
Huh
The turbulent magic power returned to calm, Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief, and waited until He came to his senses completely and found that in just ten minutes, the woolen shirt inside and the wizard robe outside had become soaked.
"What is this?" Amo Star had a ridiculous smile on his face,
"I have an epiphany"
For wizards, after the initial magic riot period in childhood, the magic power in the body has Entering a state of steady growth with age, unless you take some potions with extremely side effects or make dangerous modifications to your body, ordinary magic supplement potions can only make your body more powerful. The magic power increases slightly, and after the effect of the medicine is over, it will be immediately knocked back to its original shape.
Perhaps it is because the wizard's inheritance has been cut off, or maybe no one has ever concluded that artificial interference with the growth of magic power has occurred. The trick, in short, is that every opportunity to achieve leap-forward growth in magic is rare.
"Could it be that I can't stand the loneliness anymore and it's time to find myself a partner?"
Recalling that Amosta had just entered a rare process of magic growth due to his change of mood, he shook his head and laughed,
"No, women will only affect my spell casting speed."
Amosta calmed down and said to himself.
Suddenly, Amosta's eyelashes fluttered, and with his improved perception, he realized that someone seemed to be peeping at him under the dark curtain. He stared out of the dark window, pointing to the location where the sense of peeping came from.
After a long time, Amosta's frozen eyes finally thawed. He took out the teapot from the shelf on the fireplace, held the steaming tea cup and bowed out of the window from afar,
< p>"To the Lone Walker"Amosta chuckled softly, and then drank the hot tea in the cup.
"Have you noticed?"
On Monday afternoon, at the beginning of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the first and second years, Hermione squinted her eyes and looked up at the high platform more vigorously than usual. Amosta, with a suspicious gleam in her eyes, said to Harry and Ron behind her,
"The color of Professor Blaine's eyes is darker than last night"
"I've never been able to figure out why Professor Blaine's eyes are different in color from when he was at school"
Even with his eyesight, Harry, whose vision is not as sharp as Hermione's, shrugged his shoulders. , but Ron nodded hesitantly,
"Maybe because he wrote too many replies to fans of that big liar Lockhart last night, he had nightmares and couldn't sleep well."
Hermione glared at Ron hard for his ridiculous guess,
"Maybe next weekend, we can ask him. Professor Blaine is a very easy to talk to." Maybe he will tell us."
The formal class was about to begin. After writing this idea down, Hermione emptied her alert mind and focused her attention on Professor Blaine who was talking. . Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft