Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 755 Unlucky Old Tom

After seeing the appearance of the young man who walked in through the back door, the Aurors in the bar hall lowered their alertness and dropped their wands one after another.

In the Ministry of Magic, in addition to the Department of Mysteries, the Auror Office is probably also a department with a relatively high degree of confidentiality. The people here do not sit in an office, but perform tasks outside all year round, catching more dangerous crimes. personnel or dark wizards.

Therefore, although Amosta appeared frequently in the Ministry of Magic, there were not many Aurors who blocked the Leaky Cauldron who had close contact with Amosta Brain. Of course, they were in the newspaper I have heard it a lot in rumors.

The Aurors who were on duty were unsmiling. They watched Amosta Brain walk in, their expressions were expressionless, but the core of their cold eyes were different.

Some people have curiosity hidden deep in their eyes, some people have reverence, and some are looking at Blaine with eager eyes.

Those who are capable of the Auror profession have some aggressiveness and unwillingness to admit defeat hidden in their blood. Although this small group of Aurors know in their hearts that they cannot be Amosta Brain's opponents, they restrain themselves from thinking about it. The desire to fight with Blaine.

But Amosta, who was bathed in many strange looks, remained calm. He even had a friendly smile on his lips. He passed by several Aurors and went straight to Kingsley at the bar.

"You came quickly, Mr. Blaine—" Kingsley nodded at Amosta.

"You know I happen to be nearby, Kingsley--"

"We don't have to be so tense, do we?"

"They have been assigned to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies—" Kingsley said in a deep voice.

If Tom doesn't know that something big has happened now, then he is really stupid, but he doesn't understand that the Ministry of Magic surrounding his bar may know that he occasionally smuggles some contraband, or buys some at a low price. Drinks of unknown origin, but what on earth would alarm Amosta Braine at Hogwarts?

Interrogation - Old Tom, who had just calmed down, was suddenly shaking like a sieve again, and a terrifying creature wearing a black cloak that could absorb the beautiful memories of life flashed before his eyes unconsciously.

pack? !

Then, this word popped up in Old Tom's mind again. He was stunned, and seemed to have found the core of the problem. He looked at Amosta Brain, and then heard the young big man give him a peaceful smile. , and spoke to him.

"I don't want to upset the wizarding world, and I don't want to disrupt your business, Tom, so let's keep this short-"

Amosta said gently. He smiled at Kingsley, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned to look at the Aurors in the hall. Looking at the faces one by one, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Where are Sirius and Tonks?"

Kingsley was unsmiling;

"After finding out that the package came from here, we immediately blocked it and then sent you a message. I thought maybe you would like to know the interrogation process--"

"Not yet, Mr. Blaine—"

Amostara opened a high stool next to the bar, put his palms on the bar and sat on it.

Kingsley pursed his lips and waved to his men. Then, the silent Aurors looked at each other, lowered their lofty shoulders slightly, and each found a place to sit down, but their eyes were still on the bar. The boss and the front hall and back door of the bar.

"Do you have anyone here to help with packages, Tom?"

"Ah, hello, Tom—"

"Mr. Blaine"

Seeing Tom's silent expression, Amosta turned his head again and looked at the group of Aurors on guard behind him.

Amosta's smile made Kingsley, who was observing his expression, a little confused. In his opinion, it would be more appropriate for Amosta Blaine to be furious.

"Do you feel better now, Tom?" Amosta smiled and looked at Tom who was about to cry without tears, and then asked again,

"By the way, Kingsley, have you informed Tom of your purpose?"

Sure enough, it had something to do with the package, Old Tom yelled in his heart, and he also realized that there must be a big problem with one of the packages he sent!

Old Tom burst into tears, and said in a breathless tone as if his neck was being strangled, "I--many people pass by my place every day. Some wizards are in a hurry, and he--they will ask Old Tom to help." The package is sent to the post office, oh, some people will also mail things directly here, and customers will come to pick it up——"

"You know, Mr. Blaine--"

After the pair of lavender eyes were focused on him, Tom said tremblingly, his back pressed against the wine rack against the wall, the only way he could barely stand, with an expression on his face that he was about to cry.

"Where are those packages?" Kingsley said immediately. "I need to check--"

Old Tom pointed to an inconspicuous small room next to the kitchen. Then, the two Aurors in the hall stood up without saying a word. They took out a looking glass and a dark magic detector from their trouser pockets and walked quickly towards it. small room.

"I'm afraid you've guessed it, Tom--"

Amosta took out a few silver coins from his pocket and placed them on the bar. Then, on the wine rack behind Old Tom, a dark wine bottle flew down smoothly and went to the bottle that Amosta picked up. Pour sherry into a glass. After taking a sip of the sweet sherry, Amosta said gently,

"In order to avoid the spread of panic, the Ministry of Magic ordered the Daily Prophet not to report the matter - just yesterday, a fourth-year witch at Hogwarts received a package from the Hogsmeade post office, which contained a powerful of dark magic items, which directly caused the student who received the package to be sent to St. Mungo's. Until now, he has not been completely out of danger. At the same time, several Hogsmeade villagers and many young wizards received Injuries of varying degrees of urgency—"

Amosta paused for a moment, then said to the dumbfounded old Tom,

"Now, the Ministry of Magic has conducted an investigation and found that this package was sent from you. Tom, is there anything you want to tell us about this?"

The silence in the bar lasted for dozens of seconds, and then, under the eyes of Amosta and many Aurors, Old Tom suddenly jumped up.

In the next few minutes, the angry and crazy old Tom kept spitting out saliva. He cursed the person who left the package with the most vicious curses, and greeted every elder who was related to that person one by one. .

This funny scene made the Aurors' mouths twitch.

"Is there something wrong with Miss Hermione Granger's package, Mr. Blaine?"

Old Tom stopped cursing unexpectedly. He suddenly looked at Ah Blanket and asked cautiously.

Kingsley's brows suddenly furrowed, and Amosta also straightened his posture and asked with interest,

"Do you have an image of that package, Tom?"

"It's really that package!"

Old Tom gritted his teeth and said,

"Of course I remember, Mr. Blaine—"

After taking a few deep breaths, Tom swallowed and said,

"That was more than half a month ago, Mr. Blaine. One night, a strange guy came in at the front door of the bar -"

"Weird guy?"

"Yes, that's right, Mr. Blaine—"

Old Tom fell into memories, "He was a sloppy young man who dressed very much like a Muggle. You know, many of us here are not very knowledgeable about Muggle dress, but that man dressed very much like that. I mean, like a Muggle—"

Old Tom turned around and got himself a glass of whiskey. After drinking it in one gulp, he continued breathing heavily,

"--Of course, not only does he dress like one, he also wears Muggle sunglasses. Do you know what sunglasses are, Mr. Blaine?"

Amosta nodded thoughtfully,

"You mean, he showed up at your bar at night, but he was wearing sunglasses?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Old Tom was very happy that Amosta Blaine understood what he meant immediately. He pursed his lips and continued,

"The man gave me two galleons and asked me to mail a package for him. He said that he was a fan of Miss Hermione Granger and this was a gift for her. It's not a big deal. Similar situations have happened before, but he made a request--"

"What is it?" Kingsley asked immediately.

"--He wanted me to leave the package in the pub for a few days. He explained that since it was the Christmas holidays and Miss Hermione Granger might have gone home, he wanted to wait until school started before sending it to her.

Oh, also, he didn't want to leave his address and name with me. You know, Mr. Blaine, if the mail is not accepted by the post office, the post office will return the mail. I usually keep the customer. address so that the package could be returned to them, but the person told me that if the package was returned, just throw it away."

(End of this chapter)