Voldemort's terrorized yell made Harry finally look up.
He saw his wand shoot out a patch of soft golden-red glow, warm and splendid, as beautiful as the rosy clouds that appear in the sky when the sun sets!
After Voldemort's figure disappeared from sight, Harry no longer "displayed incredible strength".
The radiance of his wand retreated into the sky, the light mist formed like a laser brilliant for a moment, but finally dispersed in the persistent breeze!
Eh!
Harry blinked confusedly.
His magic had just expelled Voldemort?
Looking at Sirius, he too had his mouth agape, staring at Harry with shocked eyes that seemed nearly to pop out of his sockets.
And others like Alastor, Tonks, Bill and so on looked at Harry with a hint of respect in their eyes!
The strength and persistence of the Mystery Guy need no further elaboration.
Even Amoska putting all his might into it, while able to withstand him, did not demonstrate a dominating position.
And Harry's single magic spell made Voldemort retreat in disgrace.
Bang—
Professor Brethren stepped out of thin air, his expression was not as exaggerated as the others like Sirius, but Harry could still read complexity from those brown eyes of his.
"Professor Brethren, I——"
Harry moved his lips in confusion, wanting to ask, but an irresistible dizziness surged up out of nowhere, overwhelming his consciousness in an instant.
Bang—
Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, and his face slapped the ground.
Needless to say, everyone in the Phoenix Society was terrified. Alastor roared at them to hurry up and take Harry to St. Mungo's.
"What's going on, Amoska, what has Harry——"
Amoska was, however, composed. He looked deeply at the unconscious Harry and consoled,
"Don't worry, he's just exhausted, nothing serious. Of course, it's best to take him to St. Mungo's for a check-up. You all need to go to St. Mungo's, Sirius, you also need to have your injuries checked——"
Sirius didn't say anything, nodded seriously to Amoska before joining Remus in supporting Harry's left and right hands, and disappeared together.
"Potter, that boy, he just — "
Before leaving, Alastor asked somewhat hesitantly.
"To be honest, the reason is quite complicated, Mad-Eye."
Although he didn't get an answer, Alastor was relieved and nodded, smiling at Amoska. His eyes showed no reservation of his appreciation for the young man.
"Good work, Amoska."
"Thank you--"
Amoska's mouth tilted, smiling slightly.
The Death Eaters and their army of dark wizards had long since vanished without a trace, and the Ministry's strike forces and the Phoenix Society were withdrawing.
Only some "bold" journalists who had not left during the previous round of evacuation were "lying in wait" outside the battlefield.
They ran wildly along the ridges of the block fields, towards the last place Voldemort appeared, and where that burst of golden-red light lit up the sky.
But a hundred and ten feet away, the journalists hesitated, dare not get any closer.
Only Amoska·Brendan was there.
On the edge of Diagon Alley and vast rice fields, under the changing sky, Amoska·Brendan stared at the ruins of war, his expression solemn.
Diagon Alley, once prosperous, was now dark and gloomy, resembling a volcano crater just after an eruption.
The ancient Gilderoy Lockhart's House, a landmark of Diagon Alley, had disappeared from the scene. The shops on both sides of the cobblestone road had been wiped out.
The Diagon Alley station still had a few remnants standing, struggling to hold up.
However, the industrial area of Diagon Alley, which was much further away from the battlefield center, had only some of its buildings collapse due to the residual impact of the war. The factories and workshops there had been protected by magic, so only a few structures had fallen.
This is a perfect composition!
Having just gone through a great battle, and having withstood the Mystery Guy, Mr. Amoska·Brendan stands at the edge of the ruins, gazing at the battlefield, as if worrying about the future of the British magical world.
The photographers' cameras were nearly smoking!
Bang!
A person appeared at the edge of Amoska, and the journalists were startled for a few seconds before the shutter sounds became even more frantic.
"Are you regretting that you couldn't defeat Tom, Amoska?"
The silver hair swayed in the wild wind, looking at the young man in front of him who stood out, Dumbledore laughed cheerfully, looking quite happy.
"I know that I and he are evenly matched, but it seems that the Dark Lord can't quite accept this reality."
Amoska smiled, exchanged a glance with Dumbledore, and then both of them disappeared on the spot.
At the center of the battlefield, the red lava on the ground was still hot, and the high temperature made the air hazy and distorted.
Beside their feet, a delicate double-eared gold cup lay floating in a pool of lava, with a layer of black, dried blood-like stains on its surface.
"This is the fourth one."
It was hard to say if Dumbledore's sigh was laden with weight or relief.
The crown, the notebook, the locket, and the gold cup.
So far, Amoska has destroyed four of the Horcruxes.
Besides the snake owned by Harry and Voldemort, both of them have confirmed that it is also a Horcrux.
The ring of the Gantt family, which is probably hidden somewhere, could also be a Horcrux.
Then it's seven.
Amoska and Dumbledore's eyes met in the air, and both understood what the other was thinking.
They must quickly determine how many soul pieces Voldemort has created for himself.
Dumbledore's view is that Voldemort can't split his soul more than ten times, or else he will lose his mind completely.
That means there could be at most two soul pieces with no information that they need to find. Of course, if they're lucky, the seven soul pieces they currently know about might be Voldemort's entire collection.
Harry's question can be put off for the last thing to solve.
The ring must be left to Dumbledore, the one who knows Voldemort best, to find. As for the venomous snake named Nagini, ——
Amoska looked at the ashes floating in the air, his gaze distant.
To ensure the complete loss, neither Amoska nor Dumbledore could take action against Nagini again.
Voldemort will hopelessly believe that the cup was destroyed by coincidence.
But if Nagini were to die at the hands of Brendon or Dumbledore, even if it were at the hands of the members of the Phoenix Society or Harry's followers, Voldemort would immediately become alert.
They must find someone 'harmless' who would not be suspected by Voldemort, and eliminate the snake in a proper coincidence.
This will require careful planning, and Amoska kept it in mind for the moment, then put it aside.
Buzz—
The finger was slightly twitched, and the floating gold cup, which had gradually cooled in the lava, slowly spun into the air. It was watched by Amoska and Dumbledore in turn.
"Helga Hufflepuff's bequest——"
Dumbledore's eyes carried a hint of respect,
"Did you notice that, Amoska, just like Ravenclaw's diadem, it was not destroyed by your powerful Inferno curse——"
Amoska nodded slightly, his gaze resting on the real magical writing at the foot of the cup. It was completely different from the designs left by the goblins who had made the cup.
It's the same style of magical writing as that on the crown, locket, and Gryffindor sword in Dumbledore's office!
Suddenly, Amoska's brow twitched, his eyes blazing, and he turned to look at Dumbledore.
Amoska seems to be particularly interested in the magical writing on the gifts left by the four founders of Hogwarts.
"If I'm not mistaken, Amoska, you are thinking——"
Dumbledore's brow furrowed.
"I almost forgot this. Unintentionally, we have already obtained the four largest remaining treasures of the legacies left by the four founders of Hogwarts: four genuine magical writings."
Even after just fighting with Voldemort, Amoska's heart doesn't beat as wildly as it does now, ——
"If they were to meet——"
"Fox!"
Dumbledore acted decisively, his aged voice echoing through the inferno-like Diagon Alley.
"Excuse me, I need to return to Hogwarts with Amoska."
