Hogwarts Homecoming

Chapter 565 Barty Crouch

Fleur's plan to get Amosta to spend time alone with her in the school hospital finally came to nothing.

Mrs. Maxim quickly rushed to the school hospital. After learning the whole story, she seemed very unhappy, but she could not have an attack. Because Furong's injury is inseparable from her own reckless behavior. Especially, Furong didn't receive much damage. At most, she lost a few leg hairs. Maybe the injury from a fall would be more serious than this!

But this matter still made her feel unhappy. After all, before the Triwizard Tournament had even started, something went wrong with Beauxbatons' seed players. This was undoubtedly a bad sign.

In order to prevent this kind of accident from happening again, Madame Maxime stayed by Fleur's bedside.

In order to show the responsible attitude of Hogwarts, Amosta never left until the afternoon, when light rain began to fall from the sky, which undoubtedly made the atmosphere in the ward become more depressing. Next to Fleur's hospital bed, Gabrielle, who had gotten up early in the morning, couldn't stand the boredom and fell asleep on her sister's lap.

As a sister, Fleur was undoubtedly competent in her role. She was worried that the not-so-warm environment in the ward would make Gabrielle catch a cold, so she proposed to go back to the carriage.

The little girl slept deeply and did not wake up despite Fleur and Madame Maxime's provocation. She lay in Madam Maxime's arms all the way back to Beauxbatons' carriage.

"Would you like to come in and sit down, Mr. Blaine?"

When Gabrielle entered the warm carriage, Fleur breathed a sigh of relief. She adjusted her repaired skirt and looked at the young man standing ten feet away in the misty and rainy world, her heart pounding. Jumped hard.

Amosta Brain gave her a very different feeling. When she was at Beauxbatons, Fleur had no shortage of boys pursuing her, and she also had no shortage of experience in dating handsome boys. And Amosta Brain's appearance is just the most inconspicuous advantage of this mysterious and powerful wizard.

The blood of Veela gave Fleur some keen sense of smell. She could feel that Amosta Brain had never had any charming thoughts about her, which was simply unbelievable to her, and even inspired her Ambition.

"Thank you for the invitation, Miss Delacour——"

Amosta smiled and shook his head, and said very gracefully,

"But entering the living area of ​​most ladies is not a gentlemanly behavior——"

This was an expected rejection. Amosta Blaine maintained just the right boundaries with everyone. This was something Fleur had discovered when she was in Paris before.

"Well, see you tonight--"

Fleur wasn't too disappointed, she smiled sweetly.

"See you tonight, Miss Delacour--"

Amosta nodded slightly,

"I hope you can get your wish and become a champion of Beauxbatons--"

When the car door closed, Amosta's friendly smile immediately disappeared, and instead, a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows.

If he was not blind, then he should have seen the affection in Fleur's eyes every time she looked at him. This little witch in the senior years of Hogwarts was different from those adolescent girls in their attitude towards him. It was more of reverence, and they just thought it was fun to send her love letters.

But Fleur was different. This girl seemed to really hope to have something happen with him, and she was not shy about showing her emotions.

In fact, he could have ignored it, but he felt that such a negative way of handling it was not appropriate.

To be honest, there was no problem with Fleur. The problem was with himself. His identity as a time traveler and his long-term self-isolation made Amosta reject all people and things that tried to get into his heart, and -

Amosta turned his gaze to the ghost ship floating on the slightly rippled black lake, his expression slightly cold.

There are turbulent undercurrents in the magical world, and there are many signs that the existing structure and system can no longer eliminate the dissatisfaction that has gradually accumulated in the hearts of the people at the bottom of the magical world. Voldemort is about to return, and the legendary wizard Merlin and the four founding giants of Hogwarts are fighting with Herbo for more than a thousand years. Years of struggle have surfaced now, all of which indicate that the future will not be peaceful. At this time, Amosta will not allow himself to have a 'weakness'.

After calming down, Amosta looked around, but did not see Hagrid on the campus shrouded in fog and rain. Thinking about it, he was frightened and was not very interested in leading the guests around.

Before the dinner started, Amosta originally planned to go back to the office to rest for a while. Last night he almost didn't sleep all night, and he got up early this morning. After the dinner tonight, it can be expected that there will be a fierce battle. The ground quarrel, Amosta must reserve enough energy to deal with tonight's scene.

But contrary to expectations, Amosta only got more than an hour of rest, and then he was woken up by a rapid knock on the door.

"Oh, sorry, Amosta, I didn't know you were taking a break!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Amosta, who was wearing pajamas and rubbing her sleepy eyes in surprise, but then her expression turned cold, as if she thought it was laziness for him to hide in his office and sleep in broad daylight. behavior.

"What's the matter?"

Amosta asked Hachi,

"Is there any way I can be of service, Professor?"

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic is here, Amosta. It's Barty Crouch from the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He's here to attend today's dinner--"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said in an urging tone,

"You have worked with him, so Albus would like you to come over and entertain."

"Where are they?"

"Just down there -" Professor McGonagall said simply, "in the small room behind the auditorium."

Because Professor McGonagall kept urging him, Amosta didn't have much time to tidy up his appearance. He changed his clothes and went out. As he went downstairs, he tried hard to keep his hair organized while following Professor McGonagall explained how the rumor that the little witch of Beauxbatons had been attacked by Hagrid had spread in the school.

This little mistake undoubtedly made Professor McGonagall, who was very concerned about the school's image, angry, and even Amosta was complained by her.

"You know that Hagrid always likes to get some weird creatures, but you still took them there, Amosta!"

Professor McGonagall turned pale and shouted angrily,

"How many people are staring at Hogwarts right now. If people knew, what would the Daily Prophet say? Hogwarts is using conspiracies to persecute Beauxbatons' seeded players!"

When Amosta walked into the small room behind the auditorium, he was even a little impatient. The entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and even the entire wizarding world, now dared to ignore his identity and strength and treat him as an underage wizard. Only Professor McGonagall.

Ludo Bagman was not with Barty Crouch. In the small room, Dumbledore and Barty Crouch were talking in front of the fire. They faced the strong flames in the fireplace. Barty Crouch's back was stooped. Judging from his back, he seemed to be very tired and not paying attention to his upright image as usual.

"Ah, there you are, Amosta--"

Dumbledore turned and smiled calmly at him.

Amosta turned his attention to Crouch who also turned around, smiling and preparing to say hello. He and Crouch worked together for more than two months when they were in Paris. Although he and Crouch were not of the same sect, there were some qualities in the wizard that Amosta admired very much.

but--

When he received Barty Crouch's focused gaze, Amosta raised his hand and paused for a moment in mid-air. The smile on his lips was almost unsustainable. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and did not reveal any flaws.

"How are you doing, Barty? I heard that you personally inspected those fire dragon nature reserves?"

Amosta's laughter sounded somewhat deep.

"I'm listening to Barty tell the story of his expedition--"

The light in Dumbledore's blue pupils swayed for a moment. He looked at Amosta, still smiling calmly,

"You should also come and listen, Amosta, thanks to Barty, our first test can be held as scheduled-"