Homecoming from Hogwarts

Having experienced the weirdness of the world's rotation, the wonder of his own experience is unrivaled in the world, and he is proficient in Legilimency.

If you want to hide secrets from wizards like Amosta Bryan, unless you are an 'old zombie' like Albus Dumbledore, there is little possibility. Wizard, it's impossible.

It only took a few minutes for the destroyed safety plan to be rewritten by Amosta. Batty clutched his "career future" tightly, and finally his face changed a lot. He relieved briefly. Heaving a sigh of relief, when he pointed his gaze at Amosta, the iron curtain-like gaze was mixed with a little regret, and a little vigilance.

It's a pity, if such a talent is my helper, it would be great.

Barty hid this thought in his heart, his voice was still tense,
"We finally saved our chance, otherwise, we wouldn't be able to give an explanation to the people of the British magic community."

"Yes, yes, Barty is right!"

Ludo also looked relieved and smiled stiffly,

"The photographic memory is amazing. If it weren't for your ability, all we can do now is go back home!"

Batty glanced at Ludo coldly,
"So now, I still face a problem!"

It is useless to count on idiots like Ludo, and Batty knows this well. He set his sights on Amosta, hoping that this young man can come up with some unique insights. Of course, it doesn’t matter even if he doesn’t. He vowed to investigate this incident to the end and resolutely fight back, no matter who was involved!
"That is—who on earth wants to ruin Hogwarts' chances of being the host of the Triwizard Tournament!"

"It's actually not a problem—"

Seeing that both Batty and Ludo were looking at him, he blinked and said briskly.

No trouble? !

The other party can quietly bypass all the hotel's defense measures, sneak into their room to destroy the security plan, and leave before Amosta rushes back - to do all these things, there must be a powerful person behind it or powerful forces.

Moreover, Amosta himself also said that no clues of the murderer were found in the ruins - being able to hide it from the eyes of a wizard like Amosta also shows that the person who shot it was experienced.

In the absence of definite clues and evidence, trying to find out and convict these people, let Barty say that even if the British Ministry of Magic invests all its contacts and resources, it may take a long time.

Thinking of this, Batty's face turned slightly cold.

The British Ministry of Magic under the leadership of Cornelius Fudge is really getting worse day by day. It is precisely because of their own weakness that their opponents dare to covet them.Some time ago, Peter was actually silenced on the way to Azkaban. This matter was unimaginable when the Minister of Andorra was in office!
Looking at Batty and Ludo who were holding their breath, Amosta smiled slightly. He was groping for something in his arms, and after a while, he took out a tattered thing.

"what is this?"

Ludo immediately leaned forward, he swallowed nervously with a grunt,
"It seems to be a panoramic telescope. Why, is it left by an intruder, but didn't you say that there are no clues left, Amostar?"

Ludo reached out to grab the panoramic binoculars in Amosta's hand, but Amosta cleverly avoided it.

"No, this thing is mine—"

Batty remained restrained, he was waiting for Amosta to explain, and Amosta didn't make a fool of himself, and said directly,
"This thing is converted from a panoramic telescope. I call it a surveillance mirror. You should have a reflection, Barty--after I returned to Hogwarts last Halloween, Dumbledore should help me apply to the Ministry of Magic, It was used in the school to monitor the security of the castle. At that time, Minister Fudge approved a note for me. According to the regulations, the assistant minister should have a record in the Ministry--"

Batty squinted his eyes, thinking carefully among the vast sea of ​​documents
"Dolores seems to have indeed taken a note approved by Connelly and put it in storage. The monitoring mirror. If I remember correctly, it can monitor and record."

Batty's voice condensed,

"So, this thing took pictures of everyone who invaded the room?"

If he was only [-]% sure just now, then now, Amosta has [-]% confidence in his guess.

At some point, Ludo's forehead was covered with drops of sweat. He wiped the sweat with his sleeves, and the frequency of contraction of his belly, which already had obvious curvature, gradually accelerated. He pursed his dry lips,

"But.it, but you said—"

"Yes, destroyed by the intruder's magic, badly."

Amosta looked at Ludo with deep meaning, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was very honest. He noticed that Ludo's tense expression had relaxed, and said casually,
"It will take me about a week to fix it."

"Okay, that's it!"

Batty gasped heavily, clenched his fists tightly,
"Let's let those despicable villains be happy for a few more days first, and we will deal with this matter after the inquiry meeting is held the day after tomorrow and Hogwarts becomes the host of the Triwizard Tournament. At that time, I will let Rufu Sent over all his capable men, and whoever did it, I will make sure he stays in Azkaban for the rest of his life!"

"What's wrong, Ludo?"

Seeing that his body was visibly trembling, and his pale face was like Ludo Bagman after a high fever, Amosta asked with concern.

And Amosta's greeting also made Batty focus his attention. He noticed Ludo's unusual expression, his eyeballs shook suddenly, and the wrinkles between his brows gathered deeply.

"Ahem, you all know what I did last night!"

Ludo immediately lifted his spirits, and he tried his best to make his smile reasonable

"Although I don't want to admit it, but oh, maybe my physical strength is not as good as before, and I can't cope with those enthusiastic fans."

"Oh, so that's what—"

Amosta's hand left Ludo's arm, and a ghost pattern slipped into Ludo's sleeve quietly. Amosta showed a fully understanding smile to Ludo,

"I can imagine, Ludo, you must have been exhausted last night!"

"indeed so!"

Ludo nodded eagerly, and then looked pitifully at Barty Crouch,
"I need to rest, Batty, I almost overnight--"

"Go away, Ludo!"

Batty, who dispelled his doubts, stared at Ludo Bagman with spitting eyes, and growled:

"Don't trouble me again, Ludo, go sleep somewhere where we can't see you!"

Ludo almost ran out of the room all the way, and when his back disappeared from sight, Batty still gritted his teeth,

"Let this kind of person become the Ministry of Magic. If this matter has nothing to do with the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, I will never let him participate!"

"At least, I think Mr. Bagman has a sense of humor—"

Amosta's eyes flickered, and after a slight smile, he turned and walked towards the tent,

"Come on, Batty, with your keen eyesight, let's see if there is any room for improvement in this plan."

"Wait, Amostar—"

Batty's angrily panting gradually subsided, his brows moved slightly, and he shouted at Amosta's back,
"Speaking of which, your surveillance mirror was transformed from a panoramic telescope?"

"Yeah—" Amosta turned around and asked in surprise, "Is there a question?"

"But you didn't get permission from the Ministry of Magic to modify it, and you didn't pay royalties to the workshop that produced it, did you?"

Batty looked suspiciously at the tattered monitoring mirror in Amosta's hand.

Amosta laughed dumbfounded. What do you mean, at this moment, Batty still wants to catch him?
"If you want to send me to Azkaban too, Barty--"

Amosta's mouth twitched.

"I'm writing back to the Ministry now to have this work done—"

Batty said bluntly,
"I think we can write the surveillance mirror into the safety plan. I believe it will definitely be a bright spot!"

Amosta had to admit that he really didn't expect that monitoring the game process with a surveillance mirror would not only increase the experience of watching the game, but also greatly ensure the personal safety of the warriors during the competition.

"but--"

After thinking for a moment, Amosta said in a heavy voice,
"Let me tell you in advance, Barty, I don't have any money to pay royalties—"





(End of this chapter)