Homecoming from Hogwarts

Amosta did not stay to participate in the dinner carefully prepared by the Malfoy family. He had no intention of doing so from the beginning. He knew that he was not a welcome guest. However, Narcissa's 'exquisitely shaped' spoon door key did. It made him a little bit dumbfounded.

I'm afraid Malfoy was frightened by his unexpected visit.

Amosta has always been very optimistic about Lucius Malfoy. Although this man has a bad past and many thoughts in his mind are contrary to him, it is undeniable that Lucius Malfoy Malfoy is an intelligent man with a clear mind.

Although he worked for Voldemort when he was young and was once deeply trusted by Voldemort, he was not the same as the famous crazy Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban.Amosta could see that in Lucius Malfoy's heart, family and family were far more important than allegiance to Voldemort, but he was currently riding a tiger.

It was much easier to communicate with smart people, so Amosta was not worried about Malfoy stirring up trouble about Remus.

boom!
The brilliant fire light dissipated, and the quiet alley was once again shrouded in darkness.

"Sorry, Fox, you are not suitable for appearing in crowded places -" Fox fluttered and tried to land on Amosta's shoulder, but was blocked by Amosta. Fox's ruby ​​eyes showed obvious dissatisfaction.

"You can have some fun for yourself, there's no need to rush back to Hogwarts."

After Fox left, Amosta looked around, and after confirming his position, he walked quickly along the narrow alley. After a while, he left the alley and came to the spacious street of Diagon Alley.Across the street is the Leaky Cauldron, which is famous in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, the attention of the wizards coming and going was all on the bustling Diagon Alley, and no one noticed that the famous Amosta Brain was beside them. However, this tranquility did not exist until they walked into the dirty Leaky Cauldron. The ground hall is over.

The bar owner Tom, who has almost lost all his hair and looks like a shriveled walnut, is chatting with a little old man wearing a wide hat. Several old wizards who don't look very decent are sitting in the corner of the room drinking sherry from small glasses. , one of the guys holding a long pipe made the hall full of smoke.

"Oh my God!"

The bar owner casually glanced at the customers who came in from the back door, left the little old man behind and hurried from behind the bar. He rushed to Amosta, almost crying with excitement.
"It's a great honor, Mr. B. Blaine. How can I serve you?"

The whole Leaky Cauldron was silent. The old wizards with burn marks on their faces in the corner of the room lowered their heads one after another after seeing Amosta's gentle gaze. The guy with the cigarette pole simply His long cigarette rod was stuck into his wide sleeves.

"Long time no see, Tom——"

Amosta said kindly,
"I hope to have a private room, because I have to meet with someone later to talk about something important. Of course, I may need to eat something before that-"

During the summer vacation when Sirius escaped from Azkaban, Amosta lived in the Leaky Cauldron for a while, entrusted by Fudge to look after Harry who had run away from home, so he was still familiar with the boss.However, the bar owner was not so kind to him at that time.

Everyone paid tribute to Amosta Blaine as he followed the boss Tom into the box area. Many people were obviously interested in trying to make friends with him, but there seemed to be something about Amosta Blaine. 'Resist the halo', until Mr. Blaine disappeared, no one dared to take action.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the boss Tom knocked on the door of the box with a tray. What surprised Amosta was that the tray was filled with all kinds of drinks, but there was not much food.

"Oh, these are all ordered for you by the customers in the bar, Mr. Blaine——"

The withered boss bent over, his eyes shining with joy

“They all want to buy you a drink!”

"Thank them for me, but--"

This was not the first time Amosta had experienced a similar situation. He skillfully reached into his arms, took out a handful of golden galleons and placed them on Tom's tray, smiling gently,

"I can't take advantage of people in vain, Tom. This gold should be enough for everyone in the hall to have a glass of the strongest firewhiskey."

"You are such a generous gentleman, Mr. Blaine!" Tom, the bar owner, said with respect. He carefully exited the box and closed the door. After a while, cheers that resounded through the hall came through the door. It touched Amosta's ear, and a sincere smile appeared on the corner of Amosta's mouth.

When the time indicated by the wall clock hanging on the mottled, gray wall of the box was one minute to seven o'clock, in the corridor outside the box, there was suddenly a rapid sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor. Amostana said He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. As soon as he made the mess on the table disappear, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

"Oh, Amosta Blaine!"

The woman who walked into the box was dressed as brightly as ever. She was wearing a banana yellow robe today, her long nails were painted a dazzling pink, her eye shadow was colorful, and her hair was still exquisitely curly. Of course, that one The crocodile leather handbag that never leaves her body also follows her today.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have completely forgotten what happened in the Greyback incident. As soon as she entered the room, she couldn't wait to close the door and faced Amosta with a happy expression.

"Good evening, Rita--"

Amosta smiled inexplicably, and he gestured to Rita, inviting her to sit down.

"Sit down first. It just so happens that we can enjoy the drinks prepared for us by the enthusiastic and kind-hearted people in the hall. Ah, no need to take it out, your quill will not be of much use tonight."

Rita's green eyes flashed with irritation, but she hid it well.She stuffed her handbag under the table and extended her large, manly hand across the table to Amosta.
"I didn't expect to hear from you, Brian. How have you been lately? Oh, did you read my speculation about the truth about the attack on Quidditch final night in the Daily Prophet last month? ?”

"Reality is awesome—"

Amosta raised a glass of sherry to Rita,
"I mean, you think that I am Cornelius Fudge's new thug and the same as the Ministry of Magic. The description is very objective-"

Rita Skeeter didn't show any signs of embarrassment, she even said cheerfully,
"I just think that a wizard like you should always have a bit of a rebellious spirit."

"Thank you very much for your candid advice, Rita. Could you please stop letting your quill hang around in your handbag? I'm afraid something might happen to it later."

Amosta said with a smile.

"Oh, this quill is a bit old, and sometimes it doesn't work well."

Rita's smile froze on her face, which was covered with a thick layer of pink. She kicked her handbag as if to vent her anger. Then, she took a deep breath and stared at Amosta Blaine with bright eyes. I couldn’t wait to ask,
"So, Brian, would you like to have an in-depth chat with our readers about the mysterious witch Vitia Cliona? Oh, people still heard this name from your mouth. I said before , she is just like you, powerful but not keen on fame, you both belong to an unknown organization, you have a festival, right? I mean, the public is very interested in your relationship, you are, oh, a couple?"

Amosta had anticipated this scene before summoning the woman Rita Skeeter. He smiled unmoved and snapped his fingers.

boom!
Suddenly there was a crisp explosion in the small box. This movement startled Rita Skeeter, and she almost thought that Blaine was angry. However, nothing happened, just the sheets were piled up neatly. Qi's parchment slowly floated down from the air and landed on the table in front of Rita.

"what is this?"

As if she had just remembered that the person in front of her was the most powerful wizard in the world, Rita's eyes were full of panic.

"Look at it first."

Amosta put the wine glass on the table, leaned his back against the back of the chair, intertwined his fingers and said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)