"Hope you can handle this, Amostas."
A series of shallow silver-colored blades, like veils, fell from the ceiling to the ground, cutting through the earth like plows, and the same harsh screams echoed as the torn air sliced open the ground. The powerful magic made this space that had been expanded by magic extremely unstable, and everything in sight was distorted and chaotic.
It has to be said that Professor Snape is a powerful wizard. In the last term, when Amostas gave a brief introduction to the secret witches who have been passed down for a long time on how to judge a wizard's strength in the Defense Against The Dark Arts class, he mentioned that the senior students of the four Hogwarts colleges were at the level of 'court wizards' in their respective fields. And in real combat, they are equally entitled to this title.
In particular, Professor Snape, who specializes in the study of black magic, has a higher practical level than the other three professors!
"How do you plan to handle this, Amostas?"
Snape finally resorted to the spell he himself had invented, which was also his signature ability.
"How to deal with... "
Amostas pursed his lips and smiled, a playful mood suddenly arose, facing the sharp silver blades coming in from all directions, he closed his eyes and seemed to give up resistance, spreading out his arms.
"Amostas!"
When the quick and sharp silver blades cut through 'Amostas's body like hot knife cutting butter, his four-separated torso collapsed powerlessly on the ground, Snape's face suddenly paled. In an instant, he let out a piercing scream of shock, and as he wanted to rush over, he just took a step when the unexpected weakness caused his body to become powerless. He fell to the ground at once!
Outside the house, Dumbledore, who was quietly admiring the starry sky, shook his beard and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyebrows.
Cough cough.
With despair in his eyes, Snape who was about to shed tears, suddenly stopped. He stiffly turned his head towards the direction where the coughing sound came from, only to see another intact Amostas trying to act as if nothing happened after a young wizard's prank was discovered by a professor...
Snape turned his head back to look at the four-separated torso, and saw that the broken limbs were like phantoms, floating away...
"Illusion Magic!"
With his strength returning, Snape stood up with a clenched jaw.
"I didn't expect you to be as good at this as Philium as well, Amostas!"
"Slightly proficient--"
Amostas said with a smile, thanking Professor Lockhart in his heart once again.
Wizards who specialize in Memory Charms have a strong resistance to this type of magic, and Professor Snape is one of the masters in this area. If he were in his calm state, the Memory Charm spell by Amostas might not be effective. However, Professor Snape was caught off guard by two events that made him emotional - the unexpected intrusion by Mr. Black into Hogwarts and his appearance at Hogwarts and Hogwarts Express. These events allowed Amostas to find a psychological vulnerability in him.
And for wizards whose willpower is not very firm, illusions magic often has a surprising effect. Just like the previous time in The Leaky Cauldron, Lucius Malfoy could not withstand the illusions woven by Amostas.
Feeling a bit humiliated and angry after being teased by the student, Professor Snape finally showed his true skills. He lifted his wizard's robe and swept it forward, enveloping himself in dark magic that transformed him into a swirling black cloud, which then shot up into the air.
Within the vast space, the quickly drifting black cloud left behind clear black tracks in the air, just like that. The smoke-like trails did not dissipate with time, but instead maintained a gathering state and gradually descended, forming one after another black annulus that enclosed Amostas.
"Interesting--"
Amostas watched the rapidly closing black rings with interest and smiled.
"Prohibiting instantaneous teleportation and having a deadly toxic effect...interesting magic, Professor Snape. This spell you haven't taught me."
"It's not that simple, Amostas"
Suddenly hovering above Amostas' head, the black cloud inside it violently rolled up. The smoke-like mist gradually became tangible, floating in the air like a bat. Professor Snape reappeared suddenly and stood above Amostas, looking down at him with a cold expression.
"If you touch these black rings, then..."
Halfway through his sentence, Professor Snape's sallow face turned even darker. Because a silver and black two-color whirlpool appeared in mid-air above Amostas' head, though it was only as large as a millstone, it possessed an extremely powerful magnetic power of attraction like a sea eye. Under the pull of the whirlpool, the unstable black cloud rings one after another collapsed and were all engulfed into it.
Hū.
Snape, taking advantage of the wind, landed back on the ground and looked at Amostas, who was casually strolling around. He no longer tried to attack.
Although it was only a few rounds of combat, he had already used the most suitable magic for dealing with opponents of various levels, resulting in not even a single touch to Amostas's wizard's robe!
"Your defense is indeed impregnable, Amostas--"
Snape himself is a highly talented wizard, and such a person always has a sense of pride in their heart. Seeing that he was so easily and swiftly outperformed by a student who he once protected, his thoughts could not help but become complicated.
"But that doesn't mean you can--"
Dōng!
The abrupt low rumble interrupted him again. The moment before, Snape only saw Amostas smiling and raising his wand to prepare for a downward strike. Next, the magic in his body could not be suppressed, causing his consciousness to instantly become vague. It seemed that only a second had passed, but it also seemed like it had been for a long time. With extensive combat experience, Snape raised his wand instinctively in the first moment of recovery and cast an iron shield in front of him. However, he had only lifted his arm halfway when another young palm suddenly pressed down on his wrist. ŴŴŴ.
Snape looked aside in confusion, and the face he encountered was a familiar one with a gentle smile.
Bowing his head and looking at the wrist that was caught again, Snape suddenly felt dazed. He found himself recalling the night six years ago in the Forbidden Forest. At that time, he seemed to be holding back Dumbledore who wanted to strike again...
"You should trust me, Professor Snape," Amostas said in a gentle voice, "You should always trust me, no matter what the situation."
As he gazed at the young face, Professor Snape's expression underwent a subtle change.
Since the night Lily died, he no longer felt the passage of time. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that it had been twelve years since that heart-dead moment. And he had also turned from a young man who made a big mistake due to stupidity into a middle-aged man who was exhausted both physically and mentally...
He feels like he's aged...
............
Under the boundless starry sky, Dumbledore and Amostas stood side by side, watching Snape's figure fade into the distance as he walked towards the castle at a brisk pace.
"Lonely traveler..."
The icy wind howled through the night, Amostas holding back his disheveled gray hair and sighing for no reason.
"Severus has always been unable to get over the past--"
The look in Dumbledore's eyes was no longer clear; instead, it was cloudy, laced with pain... How many more than Severus are unable to let go of the past?
"Is it because of Harry's mother?"
Amostas asked in a certain tone.
"It seems to be so..."
Dumbledore didn't ask Amostas where he had learned about this, but merely sighed with a frown.
In people's eyes, Dumbledore always seemed to be that confident self of invincibility. But in reality, how much helpless pain he had carried in his heart was only known by him.
"--If you're willing, Amostas, once the matter of Sirius Black is over, I can talk to you both about Severus's past."
After a brief silence, Amostas nodded.
"Amostas heard from Lupin that you've already arranged a position for me?"
"The position of Head of Student Safety at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What do you think of this title?"
Dumbledore blinked, his clear azure eyes returning to their original state. He smiled playfully.
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