Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 764 Agent Amosta Brain

"We found Friedel, Nila and Bagdar, and in the few days after we got the package from them, the list of all the wizards who smuggled out of the country from them is here, Mr. Brain -"

This is undoubtedly a terrible weather. The snow on the flower beds on the roadside and on the roofs has not completely melted away. In the early morning, the gloomy sky began to drizzle again. The moist and cold air caused a layer of misty and changing cold fog to float on the Thames River. Under the disturbance of the breeze, the cold fog began to invade a row of houses along the river.

Standing by the bed, Amosta withdrew his gaze from staring at the hazy world, turned around, took the list handed over by Kingsley, and read it carefully.

There were indeed a few familiar names on the list, but that didn't prove anything. He looked at the countries these stowaways went to after leaving the UK, and after thinking about it, he gave new suggestions.

"--We have limited manpower, Kingsley, and cannot investigate and interrogate each one one by one. In my opinion, we should focus on tracking these people who went to France, Germany and Albania--"

Kingsley also reacted quickly. After only two seconds of pause, he realized why Amosta Brain gave such an instruction.

"You mean it coincides with the country where the wizard who is good at cursing you provided is located."

"That's right--"

Amosta pinched his eyebrows, looking a little tired.

"Such a judgment is not very rigorous, but we are pressed for time and can only choose the most likely solution -"

After sighing slightly, Amosta passed by the end of the bed and walked towards the balcony.

The fireplace burning with strong flames made the dark-toned hall warm as spring, but it could not dispel the dull atmosphere that permeated the villa. Amosta walked out of the door and looked at the courtyard washed by the rain for a few times. Dark green plants appeared, and then, turned around and walked up the spiral staircase beside the wall to the second floor.

This was a very rational and wise decision. The capable Kingsley nodded silently and was about to walk out of the guest room to arrange work. But before going out, he paused, turned around, and said hesitantly.

The house they were in was a three-story villa located in a small garden by the Thames River. The garden was surrounded on three sides by high iron fences and no one could enter. Muggles who liked to walk nearby thought it was a rich man who liked peace and quiet. A private holiday villa, in fact, it is a well-protected safe house set up by the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic in London.

The Auror who cleaned up the place last night did not take down the portraits of the seniors, but only used special treatment to make the characters in the oil paintings temporarily unable to move.

"I have to go talk to her."

"That Muggle girl, Mr. Blaine, I just heard that she has woken up——"

After smiling apologetically, Amosta turned to the right and followed the corridor to the innermost bedroom.

A row of oil paintings hanging on the wall opposite the stairs were of famous deceased Aurors. After a few glances, Amosta could see the anger on the stiff faces and eyes of these Aurors.

After arriving here, the Aurors urgently changed the furnishings inside to ensure that their secrets would not be exposed in front of Muggles.

She cried so hard that she couldn't speak. No matter how Amosta or Kingsley comforted her, they couldn't make her stop crying. Louise's sadness was understandable, but she threw Frey down Ze's unwillingness to leave the house no matter what made Kingsley and the others very distressed.

After a moment of silence, Amosta said,

Amosta opened the woolen curtains, making the dark room a little brighter. Then, he pushed open the wooden door inlaid with glass between the balcony and the bedroom, and walked into the balcony.

"What this Muggle accidentally said last night really bothered me--"

The door was closed but not closed, and Amosta walked in without knocking.

Last night, when they brought the Muggle girl named Louise Aundair to the room where the Muggle young man named Fraser died, although Louise had already anticipated that Fraser might have Something bad had happened, but when she actually saw Frasier's body lying on the bed, her emotions immediately collapsed.

There was no one on the four-poster bed with blue curtains, and there was no trace of a steaming breakfast placed on the bedside table. The room was quiet as if no one was inhabited.

Therefore, Amosta had to quietly cast a coma spell on her, and after feeding her some sedatives to soothe her emotions, she brought her here.

Louise Andaire was huddled at the foot of the wall, wrapping her arms around her arched legs, staring blankly at the dark, stormy world in her eyes, and there were still a few eyelashes hanging on her long eyelashes. Unfallen tears.

She did not put on her coat, only a light sweater. Moreover, the eaves of the open balcony could not completely block the fine icy rain. The dark traces of the wet floor spread to Louise's feet and had quietly climbed up. Her trousers were off, which made her body tremble involuntarily, but Louise remained oblivious.

Amosta pursed his lips and moved his fingers slightly. Then, the wind and rain passing in front of them immediately changed its trajectory, and the chill in the air was quickly wiped out by a hidden force, and the temperature was no longer so cool. It's unbearable. "Want to talk to me?"

Amosta walked up to Louise, with a trace of pity in his lowered eyes.

Louise's eyelashes trembled. She looked blankly at the gray-haired young man who appeared next to her at some point. He looked mysterious in every aspect. An instinctive fear made her curl up her body. Tighter.

The grief of losing a loved one cannot be healed by those pale comforts. Amosta, who has experienced this kind of suffering in his past life and this life, knows this truth very well. He did not continue to say anything, but turned around and walked back into the house. .

After a moment, he came out again holding Louise's coat.

When the man named Amosta Blaine approached with her own clothes and put the coat on herself, Louise suddenly had the urge to cry loudly again, but in the end, she restrained it This impulse.

"Thanks--"

Louise said in a hoarse, dry voice, and the man in front of her just pursed his lips and showed her a gentle smile.

Louise recalled all the good memories related to her brother before waking up from the silent world again. During this period, Amosta Blaine beside her never made any sound, just quietly. to accompany her.

This made Louise extremely grateful. As a reporter, she knew very well that Amosta must have many questions to ask her, but he said nothing.

This is a very considerate man - Louise thought.

"who are you--"

When Louise started to speak, even Amosta felt relieved. If this Muggle girl had been in uncontrollable sadness, then he would have to use some unconventional means to deal with her. To be honest, , he was not willing to do this to a girl who had lost a loved one, whether she was a Muggle or a wizard.

But this question is destined to not get a sincere answer - Amosta thought regretfully.

"You could think-"

Amosta did not look at Louise. He stared at the ripples of the river caused by the drizzle, and said in a low voice,

"We are an organization affiliated with the government, and our duty is to investigate some...well, special cases that ordinary police cannot handle-"

"Are you agents?"

Louise opened her eyes slightly and blurted out subconsciously.

"You can understand that-"

Amosta smiled.

No wonder the man told her when they met by chance last time that he would not stay in this country often. Louise thought with curiosity in her heart.

After all, being a secret agent is a mysterious profession for ordinary people.

However, the thoughts that immediately arose in her mind wiped out Louise's curiosity. Her face became gloomy, and even her golden hair lost its color.

"It's convenient for me to ask--"

Louise lifted up her wet hair and said with a sad tone,

"How did you find Fraser?"

(End of this chapter)