Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Who do you think I am, robber?"

Amostar's harsh words made Gerson Barna speechless.

For a wizard like Amosta, as long as he lets go of the bottom line, countless people will try to stuff golden coins into his pockets. However, some interests can be won for himself, and some money will only talk about himself placed in an extremely disadvantageous position.

The goblin's money is not so easy to get. If he accepts the goblin's favor tonight, then he will not be far from being ruined.

The magic power in the natural environment is as heavy as lead and mercury with the fluctuation of Amosta's mood. Although he did not intentionally release deterrence, the pressure like the raging sea still made the elderly Gerson Barna Feeling suffocated.

Bana's face remained calm, but he was thinking in his heart how he could gain some initiative in front of Amosta. While he was racking his brains, suddenly, a little inspiration jumped into its mind, which made the old goblin face Top stacked pleats unfurl slightly.

"Your noble character is admirable, Mr. Blaine--"

Bana nodded slightly at Amosta,

"Although all this was caused by Ludo Bagman's greed, it is undeniable that we have also damaged the precious interests of you and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry. We should make compensation. Since you are not willing to accept gold, then I can only do it another way-"

"Oh?" Amosta temporarily put aside his thoughts and asked with great interest, "What are you going to do?"

"You're sure to be satisfied--"

Bana smiled frankly. It stood up, went around the chair and came to the wall engraved with reliefs behind it. It scratched a few times in the criss-cross pattern with its sharp nails. Immediately, the wall rippled, and a dragon skin The box floated out from the softened and glowing walls.

"There's a list in this box, Mr. Blaine—"

The old goblin held the box and put it on the table, hooked his fingers, and the dragon leather box gently slid in front of Amosta, meeting Amosta's questioning eyes, Bana smiled inscrutablely,

"This is a list of all the wizards who participated in this gambling game, and the amount they bet. Presumably, this will help you."

A list of all wizards participating in the betting?

Amosta did become a little interested, he tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers, the box was opened silently, and a notebook with a thick black cover floated in front of Amosta.

The notes unfolded, and as the pages of the book were slowly turned, the names of well-known wizards were reflected in the deep sea of ​​Amosta's mind.

"Page No. 20, third line, Mr. Blaine--"

The old goblin reminded kindly.

Whoa!
A breeze blew by, the pages trembled rapidly, and Amosta's eyes fell on the third line on page No.20——Jochabel Dragern (Durmstrang, [-] Galleons) .

Brows lightly raised, Amosta's eyelashes trembled, "This Joshua Bell is—"

"Mr. Vip Dragan's wife, Mr. Blaine."

No matter how the elves pretend, there is always a shrewd and smooth temperament in their smiles. Bana noticed the flash of joy in Amosta's eyes, so his voice became much more cheerful.

"Ms. Joshua Bell and Mr. Vip Dragan met during the disaster that swept across Europe half a century ago, and missed each other in the war against the terrible Dark Lord - Getler Grindelwald. , married after the war, and spent half their lives together—"

Banner filled the glass in front of Amosta with wine, and continued slowly,
"Ms. Joschabel is German, and her alma mater is Durmstrang, so after learning that the Triwizard Tournament is about to be held, and that Durmstrang is trying to compete for the host, of course she will choose support."

This is really drowsy, and someone immediately sends a pillow, and when someone wants to kill someone, someone immediately hands over a knife!

Amosta has already made up his mind to clear the way for Hogwarts to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament. He originally planned to go out tomorrow to find some black material about Vip Dragorn. The goblin has a catch here.

Amosta glanced at Gerson Barna with a half-smile, and had to admit that this old goblin was indeed a very smart guy.

Indeed, it is understandable for a wizard from Durmstrang to support his alma mater, as Barna said just now, but would the world think so?

If there is news that the wife of a member of the International Federation of Wizards' judging committee placed a heavy bet in support of Durmstrang in the goblin's game, then imagine what kind of rumors will spread.

People's hearts are dark, and people will only think that this is all at the behest of Vip Dragan.Although the magic contract stipulates that review members cannot accept any form of bribes from the three schools, this does not mean that members of the review committee cannot take advantage of their positions for personal gain.

This is not entirely a false accusation, Amostar simply does not believe that Vip Dragern will be ignorant of his wife's behavior, and this speculation itself is likely to be the truth.

"Aren't you afraid of offending people?"

The corners of Amosta's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at Gerson Wiener. In order not to leave any clues, he did not mention anyone's name.

"The lesser of two evils, Mr. Blaine, this is the skill that goblins must master to survive under the pressure of wizards—"

Gerson Barna said with a smile, knowing that the list he risked to send out has played a vital role, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved.

"very good--"

Amosta nodded in satisfaction,

"I'm quite satisfied with your gift, Mr. Barna, as long as you don't make small moves against Hogwarts secretly, I won't care about you using the Tournament as a gamble."

After the words fell to the ground, Amosta stood up and turned his head to look behind him.

The group of goblins who brought him here had been killed by him, leaving only Jin Ge and flute who had passed out due to excessive bleeding, and were so angry.Amosta lightly waved his magic wand, and the stone spears pinned to the two goblins instantly turned into dust. Before the blood gushed out, the two balls of green light floating from the tip of the wand instantly spanned the distance, blocking the hideous wound. , and the healing power contained in it also restored some blood to the cheeks of the two pale goblins.

"Thank you for your generosity--"

Gerson Barna stood up with him, and he bowed to Amostar in gratitude.And after a brief hesitation, it asked softly,
"We will not use additional means to interfere with this selection, but Mr. Blaine, Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge."

During the previous thinking, Amosta had already made a decision.He simply said,

"You don't need to intervene in this matter, I will solve it myself—"

After a pause for a few seconds, Amosta continued,

"The Garen you lent to these two guys, you take it out of the gambling pool to write off the account, and now, you also need to give me the bet that the two of them bet on Hogwarts, I will Go talk to them and deal with this matter properly, besides, I don’t want to hear any rumors about this matter from the outside world, of course, including everything that happened tonight, I don’t want anyone to know either.”

If it were those years of wandering abroad, Amosta would definitely let the old goblin sign a contract, but this time is different from the past, he is already confident that he can let the goblin keep the secret.

At the end of the night, Amosta did not intend to immediately have a showdown with Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge. The two of them could no longer provide obstacles to this matter. It is better to settle accounts now. It is better to wait until the review results come out.

He doesn't intend to tell Barty Crouch about this matter, although the old Barty shouted this morning to yell at the instigator, but if he really knows the truth and smells a politician with a greater interest It's hard to say what choice they will make.

"Mr. Blaine—"

Bana saw Amosta put away the list it provided, tidied up his somewhat messy collar, and when he was about to leave, it suddenly stopped him.

Facing Amosta Bryan's heavy eyes, Gerson Barna hesitated for a moment, but in the end, it gasped heavily and asked unexpectedly

"Mr. Blaine, I want to ask, can we—the goblin, be your friends?" (End of this chapter)