Chapter 934: Erased Memory

The Aurors of the Security Department turned the house upside down but found nothing. Even they themselves were not surprised by this result. If it was really Amosta Blaine who killed Chago Pioliou, he would definitely not treat his wand so lightly.

The Det couple snuggled up to Amelia, watching the wizards who messed up their house after Amosta left, feeling both indignant and panicked.

And Amelia looked at all this with a sullen face. For the first time, she felt that entering the Security Department seemed to be a completely wrong dream.

Like a soft note, the morning light shined through the glass window of the living room, illuminating the room.

The Aurors finally calmed down. They waved their wands to put the furnishings in the house back in place, and then gathered in the living room.

Without Amosta Blaine present, these Aurors were undoubtedly much more relaxed. Selina nodded coldly to the Det family on the sofa to apologize, and then left through the fireplace that was temporarily connected to the Floo network.

Uriel seemed to want to comfort Amelia a few more words. After all, this little girl would become their colleague in the future. However, when he caught a glimpse of Amelia's indifferent look, he sighed in his heart, said nothing, and hurriedly left through the fireplace.

They still had to go to the hotel where Brian was staying.

The green flames flickering in the fireplace finally stopped, and a small flame burned on the hearth covered with ashes, which could go out at any time.

Now only the Det family was left, but they did not communicate about what had just happened. The room returned to silence. Only Mrs. Det was sobbing softly, and Mr. Det's eyes were red, gently stroking his wife's back.

Amelia clenched her two delicate fists on her knees. She didn't say much to the Security Department, and even broke into her home without clear evidence, and frightened her parents. However, there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, and she didn't know what to do.

"We have to help that child--"

Mrs. Det, who had stopped being frightened and sad, suddenly grabbed her husband's hand. She looked very unstable and looked at her husband with tearful eyes.

"We can't let anything happen to that child again, Amosta. If Bena knew that we didn't protect her child, she would...what would she say?"

The veins on Mr. Det's thick arms were exposed. He seemed to have difficulty breathing, and his solemn face was full of pain.

"You're right, dear--"

Mr. Det's voice was hoarse.

"We have to do something. Bena, that child, if these bastards dare to hurt him, I swear I will go to the United Nations to sue them. Now, we...we need--"

It's not the United Nations, but the International Confederation of Wizards. Moreover, this organization does not accept routine cases. They have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of the Ministry of Magic of various countries. As for hurting Amosta Blaine, Amelia believes that the American Magical Congress does not have the courage.

Lynching the world's leading magician?

Don't joke, that's Amosta Blaine, who is known as the most powerful wizard of the time. Not to mention Amosta's well-known titles, he is the vice-principal of Hogwarts and is trusted by Albus Dumbledore.

Amelia is sure that if the news of Amosta's "detention" spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar internationally. The British Ministry of Magic will definitely send a letter to question it, and it is not an exaggeration for Albus Dumbledore to go to New York in person.

But Amelia didn't tell her parents about this. Her attention was attracted by other things, and she was keenly aware that this was a very important matter that could answer her doubts.

"Bena."

Amelia raised her head, and there was still confusion in her beautiful brown eyes.

"Who is Bena. Bena's child? I don't understand."

Mrs. Det's faint sobbing stopped all of a sudden. When she came to her senses, she avoided her daughter's eyes and looked very frightened, and Mr. Det also pursed his lips, but his arms were still trembling slightly.

"Tell me, Mom and Dad--"

Amelia suddenly stood up, staring at her parents standing next to each other, with a kind of distrustful anger in her voice,

"What are you hiding? Bena's child, that's Amosta, right? Bena, do you know Amosta's mother?"

Faced with their little daughter's questioning, they lowered their heads in shame, and the living room was silent, with only Amelia's gradually heavy breathing. But this suffocating silence did not last long.

The golden pink sunlight penetrated the layers of leaves and shone into the living room. Mr. Det, who was bathed in the fragmented light and shadow, raised the back of his hand to wipe his wet eyes, and his heavy back was more hunched than ever before.

He first looked at Amelia sadly, and then said to his wife in a hoarse voice,

"Amelia. I have been thinking about this issue for a while. We should not hide it."

Mrs. Det covered her face in pain, and her shoulders twitched more violently, but she did not object to this statement.

Amelia watched her father stand up with difficulty. She felt distressed and subconsciously wanted to help him. However, Mr. Det waved his hand and walked back to his bedroom with a somewhat staggering step. But a minute later, he came out again with a sad expression and a photo album in his hands.

From the faded cover, Amelia could tell that this photo album had a long history.

"for you--"

Mr. Det's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.

Amelia looked at the photo album with yellowed curled edges. There was a family photo stuck under the closed glass in the center.

Judging from the costumes in the background of the photo, it seems to be Christmas of a certain year. One of the three people occupying the photo is her. But their expressions are very cold and hard. Amelia can recognize the other couple. Her parents were just much younger than they are now, looking only in their forties.

"I"

Amelia glanced at her father who suddenly looked much older and her mother who was crying in confusion, and then stared at the photo for a while.

"When did we take pictures? But something's wrong, you're much younger, and I"

Amelia opened the hard shell of the cover and began to look at the photos inside.

It started with a young couple and a newborn baby in a photo studio. The couple had bright smiles on their faces, while the baby was crying very hard.

Unconsciously, Amelia held her breath and looked back.

The couple gets older and the baby gets older.

At the beginning, everyone in the photo was smiling happily. The smiles became brighter and brighter.

However, after a certain point in time passed, the curvature of the corners of the couple's mouths gradually calmed down, and the girl, whose grown-up baby was almost exactly like her, became more and more surly in her eyebrows, and some signs began to appear on her body. Unconventional things, such as lip nails, such as tattoos, such as colorful hair and weird outfits.

In the photos on the last few pages of the album, there seemed to be no warmth between the couple and the girl in the photos, and their eyes were cold. Amelia even noticed that the girl and the couple were standing very close, but both parties tried their best. Touch each other.

Amelia closed the album and brushed her fingertips over the curled edges of the album. She found that there was no dust in the folds and cracks of the cover. It looked like it had been well cared for.

"she is--"

Amelia raised her head, looked at her silent parents, and asked in despair,

"who is she?"

The passing breeze stirred the sycamore trees outside the window. Amidst the rustling of leaves, Amosta Det, who had been silent for a while, raised his head and looked at his little daughter. His chapped lips wriggled.

"That's your sister. Her name is Belina Det."