Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 558 Monitoring the whole process
In the office with closed doors and windows, the pine wood thrown into the fireplace was burning with a strong flame, and the surging heat burned the air in the room. After a while, the cold office was as warm as a hot spring pool.

Fleur fiddled with her silver hair and used a pair of white and slender catkins as a fan to fan herself. Then, she asked enthusiastically, "Who is that witch? She looks very special. I am Say, she is very beautiful, when did you meet her?"

"Beautiful?" Amosta laughed, "Isn't it dangerous?"

"Oh, that's a different thing, you know--"

Fleur's smart eyes were full of temptation, and she said to Amosta in a tone of sharing gossip,
"This is a hot topic in Beauxbatons. Some people think that you were a couple, but the lady was abandoned by you, so she became angry and launched an attack at the Quidditch World Cup. Ah, of course, I know she is now Locked up in that terrible prison, but this...oh, no offense, but this is in line with Hogwarts tradition, isn't it?"

"Hogwarts tradition?"

Now, Amosta was really confused.

"It's just rumors--"

Fleur suddenly flashed her sexy eyelashes, and her eyes sparkled under the firelight.
"Gettler Grindelwald was sent to Nurmengard by Albus Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts. There are rumors that they--"

Cough!

Amosta coughed heavily, interrupting Fleur's words. Otherwise, if the old man outside the door came in and got angry later, he might not be able to hold it down.

"Well done, Miss Delacour--"

A few black lines appeared on Amosta's forehead.

"When you go back, please tell your classmates that the person who attacked the World Cup is just the dark wizard I have been capturing. She is very cunning, and you also know that she has extraordinary skills and escaped from me once. "

"that is it?"

Fleur was clearly not satisfied with the answer Amosta provided.

"Miss Delacour, you left your principal and classmates and came to my office just to inquire about this?"

Amosta said slightly unhappy,
"According to me, after a long journey, you should go back to your residence and have a good rest. After you regain your energy, you can register with the Goblet of Fire. I remember telling me that you are very interested in becoming a Beauxbatons warrior. Confidence, I hope it doesn’t become a joke at the end of the day.”

"Oh, there's no one better than me, at Beauxbatons!"

Fleur swung her high ponytail and said confidently. She obviously felt Amosta's displeasure, so she restrained her arrogance and shrugged her shoulders.

"I came to see you because we are guests, right? Mr. Brain, I think Hogwarts should show friendly hospitality. You must find someone to show us around Hogwarts, and you are my The only person I know at Hogwarts.”

Amosta pursed her lips, Fleur really found a good excuse.

"I think this is a very reasonable request, Amosta——"

Just when Fleur was glaring at Amosta with an earnest look on her face and agreed to this, suddenly, an old voice with a slight smile came from outside the door.

Glancing at Fleur, who suddenly became panicked, Amosta smiled playfully,

"Come in, Headmaster Dumbledore——"

Dumbledore pushed the door open with a smile on his face. He looked at Fleur who stood up a little at a loss. His eyes widened slightly, pretending to be shocked.

"Ah, if I remember correctly, you must be Miss Fleur Delacour——"

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"Madame Maxime has mentioned you to me. She thinks highly of you and thinks you are the student most likely to represent Beauxbatons."

"Oh, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Fleur said cautiously, her cheeks flushed.

Madame Maxime kept telling them that even if Amosta Brain was in the spotlight, the greatest wizard in the European wizarding world was still Albus Dumbledore. In the past, she had dismissed this argument, but When she really faced Dumbledore, with those penetrating and intelligent blue eyes, she felt that the old man in front of her who had lived for more than a century was extraordinary. "Ah, did I come at the wrong time, Amosta——"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta and said apologetically,

"I just sent Ludo away. My stomach is going to work because I drank too much mead at the dinner party, so I wanted to come here and take a walk with you -"

"Oh, sorry, I'm leaving now."

Before Amosta could speak, Fleur spoke first. She walked around behind the sofa and walked towards the door with her head lowered. However, she only took two steps before she suddenly stopped and mustered up the courage to look at Dumbledore.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, when did you-"

"While you were just discussing some interesting traditions of Hogwarts with me, Principal Dumbledore has been standing outside the door for 2 minutes--"

Amosta said teasingly.

"Ah, I didn't hear anything--"

Dumbledore folded his hands under his belly, raised his head, and stared with interest at the rough lines on the stone tiles on the ceiling, as if they were a beautiful picture, but he immediately said,
"However, I think Miss Delacour's proposal is very reasonable. We should show the long and rich history of Hogwarts to our guests from afar. I think you are a suitable candidate, Amosta, no one Knows more about Hogwarts than you--"

The generous and capable Fleur was sandwiched between two cunning people, like a little white rabbit trembling. She had no idea how to deal with the current embarrassing situation.

"Understood--"

Looking at Fleur who wanted to explode the floor and jump directly to the next floor, Amosta sighed slightly.
"As for the visit to the Hogwarts campus, I will arrange it, Miss Delacour. If there is nothing else, I suggest you return to the carriage to rest as soon as possible, so that you will have enough energy to participate in the Hogwarts tomorrow." Watts Campus Tour--"

Fleur clenched her fists all of a sudden. She glared at Amosta "hatefully" and then took steps to leave. However, she interrupted her steps for the second time, turned around and ran towards Amosta. Mosta's desk, under the curious gazes of Dumbledore and Amosta, she tore off a blank piece of parchment on the desk and hurriedly wrote her name and Beauxbatons on it.

"Good night, Mr. Blaine, Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Fleur clutched the parchment in her hands and left Amosta's office as if fleeing.

"Ah, what an interesting little girl -"

Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, his silver beard blown by the cool breeze that rushed into the office when the door opened and closed. He looked at Amosta, as if expecting some kind of response.

"I think you should really go for a walk in the grounds to digest the excess food you had at dinner, Headmaster Dumbledore-"

Amosta said in a deliberately polite tone.

hula-
The wand fell, the curtains were closed one after another, and the flames in the fireplace were suppressed to a dim level. Dumbledore walked to the sofa and sat down, facing the wall covered by the black curtain.The black curtain opened, and chaotic light and shadow appeared on the wall. Amosta stepped forward, and the silver light flowing from the wand disappeared into the wall.

When Furong was here just now, the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere in the office was gone, replaced by a dignified and solemn depression.

Looking at the huge, increasingly organized light and shadow on the wall, Dumbledore asked calmly,

"You're sure you won't be discovered, aren't you, Amosta?"

"I attached a powerful concealment spell that I know to the panoramic telescope that captured the image, which can basically eliminate the possibility of being discovered from all levels -"

When Amosta finished speaking, the last ray of shining silver light left the tip of his wand and disappeared into the wall of flickering light and shadow. The whole picture suddenly shook and became extremely clear.

The picture shown above is that in the dark hall, an angry Fleur Delacour crossed the silver-white age line that Dumbledore had laid out a moment ago, and threw the parchment with her name into it. A wooden cup burning with blue and white flames!










(End of this chapter)