Homecoming from Hogwarts

boom -
On top of the ruined wall, a broken wooden pillar collapsed, and a large number of shattered bricks and stones set off billowing smoke and dust, filling the huge space.

"Oh, interesting--"

Amosta's slightly cold eyes wandered in this unique cave, and after confirming that there was no one here, he sneered and murmured.

From the time the warning magic was triggered to the time he left the banquet hall and took the elevator to the seventh floor, the whole process took no more than 2 minutes. After going upstairs, the magic power of the nearby floors was all within his monitoring range. However, breaking into the room Troublesome but disappeared?

Like Hogwarts and many magical places, this hotel is also shrouded in anti-apparition spells and many prohibition of teleportation magic. In theory, the means of wizards who can teleport in an instant will not work here. , but that's exactly what happened.

call!
Amosta's palm was tense, a magic wand naturally dropped into his palm, he raised his wand and swept across, a gust of wind from the sky suppressed all the dust floating in the air back to the ground, in an instant, the sight in front of him The world is clear again.

Amosta's body trembled slightly, his body floated slightly surrounded by the breeze, and then controlled himself to float away like a collapsed villa.

Who will move the hand?

Vip Dragan's name was the first that popped into Amostar's mind.It's not surprising that there is such a guess, isn't it? Amosta's mind is still engraved with the spiteful expression he looked at himself when he left the hotel a few ten minutes ago.

However, Amosta would not be so arbitrarily convinced that the perpetrator must be Vip Dregern, who lost face because of him.Could it be that Durmstrang or Beauxbatons are not suspected at all, that's not sure!
Logically speaking, the two academies would not do such an unwise thing, because the troublemakers must know that Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic will definitely investigate to the end. If any clues are caught, then don't say The organizer of the Triwizard Tournament is dead, and this ancient event that represents communication and friendship will most likely be canceled directly.

But... if some people want to take a gamble it won't leave a hole.
Looking down at a pile of broken bricks and tiles, Amosta's eyes were deep.

Igor Karkaroff. This guy doesn't look like a decent wizard, and he doesn't seem to have a particularly bright mind. Previously, he also left the banquet hall early after Vip Dragan
despair--
Amosta lightly fell back to the ground with an indifferent expression.

It's really interesting. Both Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, who lived with me, left the banquet hall early. If they return to the room, then the intruder will not have a chance to destroy the place. But coincidentally, one was going back to the Ministry of Magic to work overtime, while the other, who had run off for a thrill, wasn't in the room
hum--
Under the effect of magic power, broken wooden beams and broken marble bricks floated up from the ground and hovered in midair.

Amosta walked into the ruins with steps of different shades, holding an eggshell-like milky white magic wand.After a few glances, he located the location of his room.

All the furnishings in the room have been corrupted beyond their original state, and the place has been completely destroyed, and according to the traces of magic power left in the air, many sources of magic power have appeared here before, and they destroyed the building with a powerful explosion spell. The villa, then, suddenly disappeared.

Among the ashes all over the floor, there was no scrap of paper to be found, but Amosta found some black ashes.

The penetrating gaze scanned the surroundings again, and after a few minutes, Amosta was finally sure that the black ashes should be left after his security plan was burned.

So it's not a personal grudge.The opponent's purpose is very clear, that is, to not want Hogwarts to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament.Moreover, the hands-on people are experienced, and their purpose of violently destroying the villa is not to humiliate Amosta, but to cover up the traces of appearing here.

An irregular wall brick shifted its position under Amosta's control, and the alchemy prop designed by Amosta—the monitoring mirror buried under it—was exposed.

Amosta stepped forward, and after squatting down, he poked the surveillance mirror that had been changed beyond recognition with his fingers, his expression somber.

Out of the habit of being vigilant, although Amosta didn't think that someone would raid when he was not in the room, he still placed a surveillance mirror with its own screen storage in the bedroom, but it was precisely because this surveillance mirror was in his own The location of the room, which is the center of the explosion, only has the monitoring mirror with hidden magic and simple defensive spells attached to it, which is completely unrecognizable.

Amosta briefly inspected the magic corridor inside the monitoring mirror, and then gave up the plan to repair it.

The phantom magic above the false sky may be the only thing in the room that is still intact. This sky is similar to the magic above the Hogwarts auditorium. It is felt that someone has walked into the villa. The sky is reflected in a burst of light and shadow changes Looking at the night sky outside.

As an international city, Paris, the light of neon lights obscures the magnificent scenery gifted by nature. Muggles can't see a single star, and even wizards can only watch the dreamlike and bright galaxy in this way.

Dressed in starlight, Amosta quietly stared at the completely scrapped surveillance mirror in his hand for a long time, and before he knew it, there was a hint of playfulness on the corner of his mouth.

After putting away the wreckage of the monitoring mirror, Amosta glanced at the ruins, but he didn't intend to restore the villa.

"Let's do it first--" Amosta murmured in a low voice, "I'd like to see what you guys have to say."

The room must be uninhabitable. Although Amosta has a travel tent in his luggage, he is not interested in sleeping with a pile of dusty ruins.He turned and walked towards the exit, planning to ask the hotel staff to open another room, anyway, the bill would be sent to the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Blaine?"

The reception was over, and there were some guests staying at the hotel in the corridors on the seventh and sixth floors.

Madame Maxime and Fleur were talking in low voices, but suddenly walked out from the door beside them, and Amosta, whose trousers were stained with ashes, made both of them look surprised.

"Did you encounter some situation?" Madam Maxim raised her eyebrows and asked in a quiet voice, "Do you need some help from us?"

"Oh, Madame Maxime, and Mademoiselle Delacour—"

At the moment when they met by coincidence, many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind, he restrained the slight surprise on his face, and showed a warm smile.

Amosta stared into Madame Maxim's eyes, and smiled bitterly,
"No, I did encounter some troubles, um. The house collapsed."

"The house collapsed?!"

Madam Maxim and Fleur looked at each other, not knowing how to understand Amosta's words.

Not Beauxbatons.

Amosta came to this conclusion almost immediately. Whether it was judged by experience or by magic, the bewilderment and astonishment shown by the two Beauxbatons were not faked.

"yes--"

Amosta's smile became more sincere, he shrugged helplessly,

"I was experimenting with magic in my room. Unfortunately, something happened and the house inside was messed up. Oh, what a bad luck. I'm afraid we will lose a lot of money now."

Experimenting with magic in a gown?

Refused my own invitation. This is still an unprecedented thing, so, immediately bad luck?
Furong moved her slender eyelashes, pursed her lips as if she was holding back a smile, but she immediately thought of something, and after moving her blue pupils in their sockets, she said sympathetically,
"Oh, what a pity, Mr. Blaine. Where are you going to live, then?"

"I plan to find a hotel to reopen the house."

Amosta patted the dust off his trousers, "I hope Batty will know all this and don't jump around tomorrow morning."

"I'm afraid the plan won't work, Mr. Blaine—"

Mrs. Maxim said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid you don't know that the business of this fairy hotel is booming, and all rooms need to be reserved in advance. I'm afraid they can't provide you with an extra room outside the plan."

"Uh--"

This, Amostar really did not expect.

"Why not invite Mr. Blaine to live with us?"

Under Mrs. Maxim's astonishment and Amosta's slightly horrified eyes, Furong raised the corners of her mouth and said briskly

"Anyway, the villa is very big, and there are many rooms in it, isn't there, ma'am?"

(End of this chapter)