Homecoming from Hogwarts

Merlin and Herpo
They had all checked his memories and knew about the future of the wizarding world and all the plots of Harry Potter.

They knew that in the future there would be a wizard named 'Voldemort' who would become the mortal enemy of the wizarding world.

Amosta didn't know what kind of shock these two legendary wizards would receive when they learned that the world they came from was just another world without supernatural powers, a children's story made up by a writer.

Even today's Amosta cannot penetrate this deepest mystery, and can only say -
The universe is boundless, with endless worlds and endless possibilities.

Maybe, in another timeline where he doesn't exist.

It is not impossible that the rise and fall of the Harry Potter world was projected onto the mind of a writer in another world, creating a famous work.

Taking a deep breath, Amosta took a step forward.

The holy and flawless white light overwhelmed the red light emitted by the magma and filled the entire underground world.

Amosta looked back and stared at his body that remained there, and an unprecedented sense of mystery emerged in his heart.

He had never observed himself or the world from this perspective before.
All illusory trappings were stripped away, and he could gaze upon the true nature of things.

The ethereal soul floated in the air above the underground magma, radiating white light in all directions.

A trace of pain appeared between Amosta's brows.

He gazed at the world and sighed inwardly.

It was like being in a boundless desert, the heat was constantly depriving his body of water.

The power of one person obviously cannot nourish a world.

If this state continues, he will only be sucked dry by the world.

The clay tablet surrounded by gray air currents was still suspended in his palm. Amosta stared at it, his mind moved slightly, and the clay tablet slowly merged into his flawless soul.

The light of the radiant world converged, leaving only a layer of solid white light clinging to the edge of Amosta's soul.

Today, he can finally sense the clay tablet and control it.

After all, he is a unique flower among the billions of creatures in the universe.

His soul was not eroded by the rules of death. When he entered the world of death, his memories were not stripped away by the rules of that world.

It was not Apparition, but just a slight movement of thought. Amosita had already appeared on the island of Azkaban, in front of the Dementors.

Just as Dumbledore had described to him, he could appear anywhere in the world with just a thought.

Under the majestic gaze of the gods looking down on the world, the Dementors trembled.

They can no longer find the familiar and friendly feeling from the person in front of them.

The power that belonged to their true master disappeared.

Amosta snorted coldly, not at all frustrated that he no longer had the authority to command Dementors.

What Hailbo left on his body was a coordinate.

Similarly, that was also a back-up plan of Haierbo.

If he really didn't want to set foot into the starry sky in order to destroy Voldemort, then after defeating Merlin, he could use the coordinates to return to this world from the boundless starry sky.

Well, since the power of coordinates has now been removed, does he still want to take the risk of going to the starry sky to kill Hailbo?

The thought rippled again, an endless void storm passed by his ears, and Amos Tower appeared above Malfoy Manor.

The morning light is dim in the sky.

The sun, half rising from the horizon, casts soft light of light green onto the earth.

Although there was no fog covering it, Malfoy Manor was still dead silent.

Amosta could see Voldemort, but Voldemort could not see him.

Voldemort sat on the marble steps in front of the mansion's imposing bronze door, stroking Nagini's head and staring coldly ahead. Amos could see a trace of confusion in his heart.

Amosta found the double snake staff lying beside him on the cold marble floor.

It remained expressionless, its four blood-red eyes staring at the god-like Amosta in the void.

Amosta could feel its tension.

"You're waiting for me to make a choice, aren't you?"

Amosta whispered,
"Bet me, will you open that passage and go to the stars to intervene in the war, or stay in this world and wait for Merlin or your master to win?"

The double snake staff was motionless, like a dead object.

Amosta shook his head and smiled, but did not attack the double snake staff.

The prerequisite for destroying it is to destroy Helbo first.

Many cold bodies lay in the luxurious entrance hall of the mansion. They were the Death Eaters that Voldemort had killed in anger after his defeat in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic the night before. They were also the only remaining Death Eaters who were loyal to Voldemort.

Amosta's eyes moved slightly and he looked towards the second floor.

In a bedroom on the second floor with the curtains drawn, Bellatrix was peeping at her master with a fascinated look in her eyes.

Amosta could feel that a life was growing in Bellatrix's belly.

Amosta sighed silently.

Delphi Riddle
He personally created a deformed life shaped by hatred.

This girl was supposed to be born, born when Voldemort wanted to understand love.

But in this world, Delphi was indeed born under his plan.

This may be the only thing he has done in his life against his will.

Shaking his head, Amosita left Malfoy Manor.

He showed up in New York.

His grandparents have already gotten up.

His grandmother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, while his grandfather was sitting on the sofa in the living room, calling the airline to inquire about flights to London.

They plan to go to London to visit their daughter and grandson.

He showed up in Paris.

At the International Confederation of Wizards' headquarters, Old Hope is busy preparing for a press conference to announce to the wizarding world the entire story of the Night in Paris and the Battle of Hogwarts.

Amosta returned to London.

At the Ministry of Magic, Amelia is doing something similar to Hope.

The officials from the Ministry of Magic were all sent out, and they had a lot to do.

Comfort the parents of the young wizards at Hogwarts, express condolences to the families of the officials who died in the Battle of Hogwarts, discuss how to place the young wizards, and how to deal with the panic that the powerful Voldemort will bring to the British wizarding world.
Amosta arrived above a Muggle apartment building in London.

Louise also got up and sat in front of the dressing table, humming a song while putting on makeup, thinking about how to make things difficult for the government official she was going to interview today.

Amosta returned to the orphanage where he grew up.

It was already bustling with activity here, with many staff members busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the children. Mrs. Reagan was feeding a few months old baby with milk powder with a sad look on her face.

Amosta even came to the outskirts of Bonn.

He looked at the gray wooden house and the creaking windmill. Anton Vogel, who was getting old, was holding a family photo and crying silently in the morning sun.
Amosta in soul state took a deep breath, took another step forward, and arrived at Hogsmeade.

(End of this chapter)