Hogwarts Homecoming

In the private dining room exclusively for the owner of Blaine Manor, Amosta left the dining table and came to the entire glass curtain wall. With his hands behind his back, he quietly stared at the vibrant vegetation in the courtyard with an expressionless face. .

Needless to say, the actions of Deluxe and another fellow Auror must have come from instructions from higher ups.

Although there has been no investigation, it is not difficult to guess that the current powerful female deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic must be involved.

On the day Hermione was attacked, in order to show Hogwarts's anger at the attack on the little wizard, he sang with Dumbledore and Amelia in the principal's office, directly stripping her of control of the Magical Transportation Department. , and Fudge also urgently needed a 'scapegoat', and almost acquiesced in Amosta's punishment of Umbridge.

Dolores Umbridge has never been a selfless or open-minded person, and it was expected that she would try to take revenge. However, she did not expect that the opportunity would come so quickly, and Harry's kind-hearted behavior was caught by her.

Amosta could more or less guess what Umbridge was thinking.

More than ten days have passed since this incident. The reason why Umbridge didn't attack immediately was probably because she wanted to wait for a suitable time or because she wanted to use this matter as a trump card.

Dumbledore could not sit back and watch Harry being sent to Azkaban. In order to ensure this, when Umbridge brought this matter to Dumbledore, he had to make corresponding compromises. For example , used Dumbledore to get himself kicked out of Hogwarts.

Umbridge is also worried about her and Dumbledore's current status in the European wizarding world.

She had to make sure that when she wanted to use this matter to suppress herself and Dumbledore, most people in the Ministry of Magic were with her, but now was not a good time for her to break up.

In silence, Amosta clenched his fists behind his back.

I have to say that Umbridge did give herself a good question.

In the absence of external pressure, if you take the initiative to reveal this matter now, then it is also not a good choice.

A senior official of the Ministry of Magic like Umbridge is never alone. She has her own powerful faction in the Ministry of Magic, not to mention that there is Cornelius Fudge standing behind her. If he exposes this matter now , which is equivalent to purging all Ministry of Magic officials, including the Minister of Magic.

The turmoil caused by the Ministry of Magic and the British wizarding community cannot be underestimated.

After all, behind every senior official of the Ministry of Magic, there is basically one or more pure-blood families. Once these pure-blood families who have eroded the magic world reach an agreement, a large number of ordinary people in the magic world will be unemployed.

In the face of such a wave, even if Dumbledore stands with him, it may not be able to calm down. What Dumbledore would do if he knew about this matter is also debatable.

If you want to reduce the impact, unless there is a more acute conflict to divert attention.

"Amosta?"

Lawrence, who had been standing silently behind Amosta, couldn't help it anymore. He looked at Amosta's hard profile with worry, and his voice was hoarse.

"Is the person behind instructing those two men to kill the postman a target on you?"

Lawrence was a shrewd Muggle. He could easily see through that there must be other instigators behind the two men who committed the crime. This murder occurred at the door of Harry's orphanage and involved Vernon Dursley. The nephew, the boy named Harry Potter, who is also related to Amosta, is self-evident in the direction of the attack.

Amosta turned his head, looked at Lawrence who looked worried, and smiled with relief. He did not lie, but said frankly,

"That should be the case, judging from the current situation. However, I have to thank you, Lawrence. If you hadn't risked your life to see this scene, I would have been very passive when things broke out."

The current situation seems to indicate that these people with incredible abilities have a relatively complex organization and even society, and the young master lives in it, so his status is definitely not ordinary.

Lawrence showed no humility in Amosta's thanks. He moved his lips and whispered,

"Although the Blaine family is now in decline, when I was reincarnated, I was kind to some people. If you need me, I can go."

Lawrence knew very well the reason for people to leave their tea behind. Although the master had helped some people in important positions and leading positions in some industries, now the master has passed away, and the Blaine family has become so lonely that it is equivalent to being helpless. , even if I try to repay a favor, I'm afraid not many people will be willing to pay attention to it.

"No need."

Looking at Lawrence, who after hesitation, his gray pupils showed determination, as if he had made up his mind to risk his life, Amosta's mouth felt warm,

"You must also know that this is not an area you are familiar with. However, I do have something to tell you to do."

calm but firm tone

A sense of sourness surged into his nose, almost instinctively. The octogenarian Lawrence took a deep breath, straightened his trouser legs, and bowed slightly.

"Please give me your orders!"

"That's not an order, Lawrence,"

Amosta smiled,

"A suggestion, of course, I hope you can follow my suggestion. You should know that there is a complex conspiracy hidden behind this assassination case. Fortunately, you have not been discovered by those people, but this does not mean that you are safe. , and I may need to invite you to attend the trial as a witness later.

I hope you can temporarily put aside the matter of converting the manor into a welfare college, take your luggage and go to the Haas Orphanage immediately. I will give you a letter to tell Mrs. Reagan and ask her to agree to keep you there. You need to Then stay in the orphanage for a few months and try not to go out before I go to find you again. "

Without any hesitation, Lawrence immediately agreed,

"Is there anything else I need to watch out for, Amosta?"

"Don't mention what you saw to the people at the orphanage. They still think I work in a drilling rig company. If they ask about my work, just make it up."

Two days later, it was an ethereal moonlit night.

boom!

Amidst the huge explosion, a strong man with gray hair flew out of the smoke and slammed into the magic barrier that had been set up in advance. The strong impact made the man dizzy and his heart ached. After he stood up in embarrassment, he suddenly felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and a wisp of bright red blood hung at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you crazy, Brian? How dare you openly attack an Auror from the Ministry of Magic!"

But Delis couldn't care less about his injuries. He held on to the barrier, struggled to support his body, and roared towards the man whose outline gradually became clearer and exuded a cool aura in the dissipating smoke.

"openly?"

Amosta approached slowly, with his back to the moonlight, his face darkened, only his eyes glowing with a cold purple glow, like the god of death walking out of hell,

"Oh, that's not the case, Delis. In fact, I have already done some processing."

Delis was stunned for a moment, but when he discovered that on the second floor of the next door house, his Muggle neighbor family was sitting on the balcony laughing and admiring the moonlight, unaware of what was happening so close, his face turned ugly. After stopping, I finally understood what Blaine meant.

"What the hell are you doing, Blaine!"

Delis let out a low growl like a trapped animal, and pointed the wand tightly in his hand at Blaine. However, he knew very well that the 'little stick' in his hand was facing Amosta Blaine. Sometimes, nothing works.

"You're lucky, Delis. I've killed a lot of wizards recently, so I don't intend to take your life tonight, I just want--"

As his footsteps approached, Amosta saw that the raised arms of Delis, who was leaning on the barrier, gradually began to tremble. His rough face showed a subtle weakness, and his breathing became out of rhythm. Finally, his body Slowly slide down.

Looking down at Delish, who had lost his will to resist, Amosta smiled indifferently and slowly leaned down.

Looking at Delis who was gradually losing his soul in the purple glow of his eyes, Amosta said softly,

"Look at some of the memories you treasure."