Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 415 Visit
After two hours, Amosta returned to the damaged room in the hotel.Amosta slowly returned to the recliner, staring directly at the deeper stars in the second half of the night, his thoughts turning quietly in his mind.

Some things that happened tonight were unexpected, but as far as the results are concerned, they weren't too bad.

In particular, the last request made by the old goblin named Gerson Barna was, for Amosta, the biggest gain of his trip to Paris.

In the past few years, Amosta has been active in the underground world, and the contacts he has established are those who walk in the dark, and when he was invited back to Hogwarts, following one thing after another The occurrence of the incident also gradually pushed him into the public eye.

And he gradually established another network of relationships in the 'high society'.

This is actually a matter of time.Within a population, the weak individuals will instinctively rely on the strong to seek shelter. When Amosta’s power is exposed step by step in people’s eyes, more and more people will seek his friendship, just like today’s Ge Wilson Barna.

Gerson Barna's 'adoption' is valuable to Amostar, which means that he has created a certain influence in another biological group with great potential besides wizards.

With power comes influence, and influence in some cases means power.

In the second half of this year, Harry will be promoted to the fourth grade. Amosta can't remember when Tom Riddle returned to the wizarding world to start a new round of war, but it is conceivable that at the latest it will be within two or three years.

At that time, how should he deal with himself?

How will Albus Dumbledore respond, how will the Ministry of Magic respond, and what method will Voldemort use to regain his former power?
For the reactions of all parties, he has a deduction in his mind.

For Amostar, the biggest problem wasn't Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore.

The two people have the same goal, but the surprises in their personalities and ideas are destined to cause differences between them. Once the war is imminent and internal conflicts arise, this will undoubtedly be fatal.

One side has to give in.

From Amosta's point of view, Dumbledore's biggest problem is his soft-heartedness. He always wants to keep the damage to a minimum and try to avoid more people being implicated and hurt.

In Amostar's opinion, there are no innocent people under the knife of war.

The so-called kindness does not control soldiers, and wars together, he will not allow anyone to have two ends, whether it is an enemy or a friend, it needs to be clearly distinguished, and then, gather all the forces to press forward, step by step, and step by step to destroy the enemy's living space. Compression, by the way, actually pulls out some cancerous tumors in the magical world.

But to do this, he must first have a stronger influence.

The purple pupils reflected the extremely bright but fleeting meteor taillight on the night, Amosta clenched his fist on the armrest, and then loosened it.

He also has to choose the moment to make a good appearance in front of everyone.

In the Ministry of Magic, he must also maintain considerable influence, and this is why Amosta did not immediately find out Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge and throw them into the The reason in front of Barty Crouch.

The Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge cannot face the turbulent situation after Voldemort's return.

Cornelius Fudge's resignation is almost a foregone conclusion, and Amosta's current plan is to push Amelia Burns to the position of Minister of Magic after Cornelius Fudge's resignation.

This woman has a certain determination and courage.And he is somewhat dissatisfied with the stale situation in the magic world, hoping to seek changes, not like Barty Crouch, who cares about power itself.

Ludo Bagman is not a worthy wizard. He can become one of the top officials of the Ministry of Magic and the director of the Department of Magical Sports. It is more because of Voldemort's impact on the magic world for more than ten years. This created a power vacuum in the middle of the game, and let this guy who was a Quidditch player pick up the loophole.

But it is undeniable that he is indeed popular with ordinary people, that is to say, Ludo has a certain influence in the British magic world, so it is worth using.

As for Cuthbert Mockridge, Amosta doesn't know this guy very well, but judging from his age, it has been nearly a year or two since he retired from his current position, and his reputation is not obvious.But now that he has the handle in his hands, and now Amosta is eager to increase his influence on the Ministry of Magic in the near future.
A strange light flashed across Amosta's eyes, and he had already made a decision about Cuthbert Mockridge.

Early morning, on the outskirts of Paris.

On a winding and twisting tributary of the Seine, the cool mist permeated with the breeze constantly changing shape.

The large area north of the river is a paddy field, and several machines driven by magic are cultivating the vast field.Half a mile away from the river bank on the south bank of the tributary, there is a sparse birch forest. By the edge of the forest, there is a five-story wooden house with a red roof and white walls. At this moment, the chimney of the wooden house is emitting smoke, and the air is filled with Intense smoke and fire.

There is a layer of fallen leaves on the large open space in front of the wooden house, and a few little guys who seem to be only seven or eight years old are having fun on the cobblestone road leading to the river from the wooden house.

A playful little red-haired boy broke away from his siblings. He chased a small goblin and gradually came to the river bank. A small fish that jumped into the air from the clear trickle attracted the little boy's attention. He let go of the goblin who got into the mud, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and carefully stepped on the warm cobblestones by the river into the water.

The cold stream in the morning made the little boy grin his teeth, but the little fish swaying in the clear water immediately diverted his attention.

He bent down, clasped his hands together, and followed the little fish enthusiastically, laughing cheerfully from time to time.

Danger always comes inadvertently. The little boy playing in the water does not realize that he is walking towards the center of the stream step by step.

At this moment, the children frolicking in the open space finally noticed that they had lost a partner. While looking around, a sharp-eyed little girl spotted the little boy in the stream who was walking towards danger.

"What are you doing, Alger!"

The little girl exclaimed immediately, and the remaining two younger boys were also immediately attracted, and the three little guys ran wildly towards the river.

"Come up, Alger!" The little girl who stopped by the river shouted out of breath, "The water in the middle of the river is very deep, you will die!"

Cross it!

A few crystal clear water splashes scattered in the air, feeling the jumping life in the closed palms, Alger laughed happily,

"No big deal, Kamiya, look what I caught, oh, why don't you come down together, we can make ourselves a pot of fish soup!"

Alger grinned, he straightened up, and was about to turn around and call Camia and the others to come down, but an irresistible sense of dizziness suddenly hit him, blurring his vision for a while, and amidst a burst of panic screams that pierced his eardrums, Alger suddenly realized dimly that the world in front of him was tilting in his eyes!

Whoops!

A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the trickling stream, and on the bank of the river, several screaming children suddenly felt a shadow flash before them, and then, a young man with gray hair and purple eyes appeared beside them , and this man's armpit was holding Alger who fell into the water.

"Don't worry, little ones, it's all right—"

The friendly smile of the gray-haired young man seemed to have the power to soothe people's hearts. Camia glanced at Alger who seemed to be still dizzy, and swallowed, feeling no longer so panicked.
"Who are you, sir, and how did you get here—"

The little girl said in a childish voice,
"I mean, this is the private domain of the Dragenn family, surrounded by magic protection, and those who have not been invited cannot enter unless-"

Kamiya blinked her eyes and asked curiously,

"Are you Grandpa's guest?"

The gray-haired man smiled slightly. He was about to put down the naughty little guy under his armpit, but at this moment, there was a loud bang behind the children, and a slightly flustered old figure appeared in the air.

"What's going on, Kamiya, I heard you—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped. Vip Deleggen, who was dressed in plain clothes, restrained his expression. He glanced at his grandson who was pinched under his arm, and his hoarse voice exuded a strong killing intent.
"What do you want, Amosta Blaine!"







(End of this chapter)