Homecoming from Hogwarts

No one moved.

Every eye in the office, including the one in the portrait, fell on Amosta.

People saw Amostas lying on the ground, his brown eyes were bloodshot, his forehead was covered with cold sweat and veins were bulging, and his body was convulsing.

Judging from the distortion of his handsome face that used to have strong edges and determination, he was suffering from unimaginable pain.

The source of pain -
A pair of light wings grew out of Amosta's back.

This is really ridiculous.

How could a pure-blooded human grow wings? Hermione thought confusedly.

But it did happen.

They were a pair of black and white wings, just like the beautiful wings that Professor Brian's patronus had.

But there is one difference.

The pair of wings of Professor Brian's patronus are the same size, but now this pair grows from Professor Brian's back.

The black wing of light was nearly twice as large as the white one, and the edge of the black wing of light was pulsating like a fiercely burning torch, and seemed to be still growing.

The black wings of light seemed to be radiating a mysterious wave that everyone could sense.

"Amosta."

No one had ever seen Dumbledore look so bewildered.

He squatted beside Amosta, holding his wand in his hand, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only call out softly.

call!
It was as if a pot of boiling oil was poured on the raging flames, and the black wings burned even more fiercely. The ominous light drove away the morning light of the bright earth.

Professor Brain suddenly screamed.

Hermione stared at the man struggling on the ground. She couldn't imagine how intense the pain must be to make him look so miserable.

Her steps, her control, she moves forward step by step.
"Amosta?"

Vitia also stumbled towards Amosta.

She looked as confused as everyone else. She called Amosta's name softly, pushed aside the people in front of her, and walked towards Amosta.

"Quickly open!"

But before the two of them could get close, Dumbledore, who was squatting next to Amosstar, suddenly changed his expression. He shouted in surprise, stood up, grabbed Hermione and Vitia's wrists and backed away.

Harry found that his scar was no longer useful, so he broke away from Sirius and Mr. Weasley and stood up, staring at Professor Blaine.

He saw many red stars suddenly flying out from Professor Brian's body.

Just like the stars that trapped Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic last night, only shining even brighter!

The light emitted by these shining stars enveloped Professor Brian.

The expanding black wings of light seemed to be suppressed, and the saw-toothed black flames on the edges of the wings were no longer burning so fiercely.

Then Harry heard Professor Brains roar again.

A stone, no, a clay tablet appeared in the red halo.

The clay tablet exudes a sense of vicissitudes and is simple in shape, but it gives people the illusion of being simply ingenious and natural.

It was suspended above Professor Brian, like falling snow, scattering milky white stars, just like that white wing.

The principal's office was very quiet. Even the alchemy tools stopped making clinking sounds. Invisibly, an indescribable force was suppressing all sounds.

Professor Brian's problem solved?
Harry opened his mouth silently.

It seemed that with the help of the field and the mysterious stone slab, the black light wings were suppressed and it was gradually shrinking.

Harry was certain of this from seeing Professor Brain's heavy breathing and his face gradually becoming less distorted.

"Amosta."

Harry heard Professor Dumbledore, who was standing at the edge of the red field, calling him softly again. Not only him, but also Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Professor McGonagall... everyone in the office was calling him, even Harry himself seemed to call out "Professor Blaine".

Buzz, buzz, buzz——
Harry tried to swallow a breath, but the breath remained stuck in his throat.

A strange feeling emerged in everyone's heart. The world was both very quiet and very noisy.

Everything in the world began to beat.

Harry saw that the picture frames behind Professor Dumbledore's desk began to fall over and the figures within them began to panic.

The Sorting Hat, which had been resting on a board behind the desk, slid to the floor.

On the bookshelf, every neatly arranged magic book was jumping, the window glass was rattling, and then snap!
The long box containing the sword of Gryffindor fell from the sky and smashed an alchemy device in the shape of a scale placed in front of the bookshelf.

The golden bough where Fox was perched also fell down. It flapped its wings, and sadness was reflected in its ruby ​​eyes.

The floor vibrated and the huge chandelier suspended in the air creaked and shook.

Snapped!
There was another explosion sound that seemed to come from a dream, so it seemed a little hazy.

The glass window of the principal's office was broken, the window frame fell off, and gray foggy light came in.

Woo--
The field of vision was shaking even more violently, and Harry seemed to hear Hogwarts wailing beneath his feet.

A flame.
No, it was a huge rock the size of the Hogwarts entrance hall that smashed through the air, tumbling through the air and crashing into a tower, trailing blinding flames.

Harry heard Professor Flitwick's shrill cry mixed with tears, but the world was so noisy that Harry could not hear clearly what he was shouting.

The fierce gale that rushed in from the window forced everyone back, but Professor Dumbledore, with his silver hair flying, took a step forward against the gale. His old face was firm, like a martyr!

Dumbledore raised his wand high, his sharp eyes reflecting the flames that were crashing into the tower, and was about to swing it down!

Woo!
The soul-stirring humming sound appeared again, this time it was sharper!

Another ball of fire appeared outside the window of the principal's office, but before it arrived, the raging wind blew away the confused people standing in front of the window.

Dumbledore's wand came down before that.

A boulder as big as Hagrid's cabin was shattered in front of the window. Hundreds and thousands of pieces of rubble smashed the cold rock wall into pieces of walnut.
A small amount of debris rushed in through the window, a stone brushed past Harry's head, and then the display shelf in the headmaster's office shattered into pieces.

Many people were screaming and some were crying, especially Professor Flitwick.

Harry was no longer surprised at how sadly Professor Flitwick was crying.

His sharp vision penetrated the apocalyptic rain of fire and he saw that the huge rock had just brushed past the Ravenclaw tower.

Harry was sure that some of the four-poster beds had been thrown into the air among the wreckage of the collapsed tower.

"Fox!"

Dumbledore obviously saw it too, and he roared.

However, Fox, who tried to disappear into the void, wailed and fell into the brazier, with a few wisps of gray mist still stained on his gorgeous feathers.
What happened?

Harry was thinking.

boom! ! !
The huge roar was like a dragon escaping from its trap, but it also shattered the hazy feeling that enveloped people.

All sounds became clearer, and Harry staggered to his feet and glanced at the white waves.

The huge rock fell into the Black Lake, and huge waves dozens of feet high rushed onto the shore and flooded the campus, while the rising mist made the view white.

Harry caught a glimpse of Professor Blaine.

The black and white wings behind him disappeared at some point, and he stood up by himself.

Amos was breathing slightly as he walked towards the window step by step. The strong wind that poured into the hole ruffled his soft silver hair. Finally, he came to Dumbledore who was standing in front of the hole.

The two of them stood in front of the people.

Harry suddenly had an urge to cry. He felt that this scene was extremely tragic.

Gray fog rolled in from the sky, cutting off the hopeful morning light and obscuring the sky.

The world was still shaking. In the sky, thick gray clouds were rolling violently, making way for the fog behind the clouds.

call!
The gale became several times more ferocious, and the white world was suddenly shrouded in shadow.

The island of Avalon collapsed in the void
Come.

(End of this chapter)