Chapter 1382 Walking Through This World

Merlin and Herbo

They have all looked at his memories, know the future wizarding world, and know all the plots of Harry Potter.

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

Amosta didn't know how these two legendary wizards would be shocked 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 Amosta today cannot understand this deepest mystery. He can only say——

The universe is vast, 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 could be projected into the mind of a writer in another world and create a masterpiece.

Taking a deep breath, Amosta took one step forward.

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

Amosta looked back, staring at his body that was left in place, and an unprecedented sense of mystery came to his mind.

He has never observed himself or the world from such a perspective——

All illusionary coats were stripped away, and he could gaze at the true nature of all things.

The light soul floats in mid-air in the underground magma, continuously radiating white light around it.

A ray of pain appeared between Amosta's brows.

He stared at the world and sighed inwardly.

It was like being in an endless desert, with the heat depriving his body of moisture all the time.

One person's power obviously cannot nourish a world.

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

The clay tablet lingering in the gray airflow was still suspended in his palm. Amosta stared at it, with thoughts in his mind slightly moving, and the clay tablet slowly merged into his flawless soul.

The radiance of the radiating world shrank away, and only a layer of solid white light clung to the edge of Amosta's soul.

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

He is ultimately a unique flower among the billions of creatures in the universe.

His soul is not eroded by the rules of death. When he enters the world of death, his memory is never stripped away by the rules of that world.

It wasn't a matter of apparation, just a slight thought. Amosta had already appeared on Azkaban Island, in front of the Dementors.

Just like the feeling Dumbledore once described to him, he could appear anywhere in the world with just a thought.

The dementors trembled under the majestic gaze of the gods looking down on the world.

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 was gone.

Amosta snorted slightly, not feeling depressed at all because he no longer had the authority to command the dementors.

What Haierbo left on his body was a coordinate.

Likewise, that was also a back-up move of Haierbo.

If he was really unwilling to set foot on the stars in order to destroy Voldemort, then after defeating Merlin, he could use the coordinates to return to this world from the boundless stars.

So, now that the power of coordinates has been removed, does he still want to take the risk and go to the stars to kill Haierbo?

Thoughts rippled again, the endless void storm passed by his ears, and Amosta appeared in the sky above Malfoy Manor.

In the sky, the morning light is dim.

The sun jumped halfway above the horizon, pouring soft light green light on the earth.

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

Amosta could see Voldemort, but Voldemort couldn't see him.

Voldemort sat on the marble steps in front of the mansion's magnificent copper door, stroking Nagini's head and staring indifferently ahead.

Amosta could see a glimmer of confusion within him.

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

It remained calm, its four 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 said softly,

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

The double snake staff remained 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 Haierbo first.

Many cold corpses fell in the luxurious foyer of the mansion. They were the Death Eaters killed by Voldemort in anger after the defeat in the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic the night before. They were also the only remaining Death Eaters loyal to Voldemort.

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

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

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

Amosta let out a silent sigh.

Delphi Riddle

He personally created a deformed life shaped by hatred.

This girl was supposed to be born, born when Voldemort was trying to figure out 'love'.

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

This was perhaps the only thing he did against his will in his life.

Shaking his head, Amosita left Malfoy Manor.

He appeared in New York.

His grandparents had 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 the flight schedule to London.

They planned to visit their daughter and grandson in London.

He appeared in Paris.

At the International Confederation of Wizards, old Hope was busy preparing a press conference to announce to the magic world the whole story of the battle in Paris and Hogwarts.

Amosita returned to London again.

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

The officials of the Ministry of Magic were all dispatched, 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 magic world.

Amosita came to the sky above a Muggle apartment 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 officials she was going to interview today.

Amosta returned to the orphanage where he grew up.

It was already busy here. Many staff members were busy preparing breakfast for the children in the kitchen. Mrs. Reagan was feeding a few-month-old baby with milk powder with sadness.

Amosta even came to the outskirts of Bonn.

He looked at the gray wooden house, the creaking windmill, and the old Anton Vogel was holding a family photo, crying silently in the morning sun.

Amosta, in a soul state, took a deep breath, took another step, and came to Hogsmeade.