After Lupine left, Amosta did not leave the Leaky Cauldron immediately. The many days of missions made him mentally exhausted. He asked the bar owner Tom to open a room for him and planned to have a good night's rest here. , and return to the Muggle world tomorrow.
The bright sunshine in London in early July had a hint of laziness. Amosta stayed in the room throughout the afternoon without going out. It wasn't until the sun sank below the horizon and the bright moon hung on the branches that he rubbed his sleepy eyes and spoke slowly. Tundi sat up from the bed.
Once a person's spirit is relaxed, the body will soon fall into a loose state. Amosta rubbed his stomach that was already protesting, got up and dressed, and staggered out of the room.
Because Hogwarts is on summer vacation, there are obviously many more wizards in the bar. However, most of them just use this place to travel between the wizarding world and the Muggle world. There are not too many wizards who actually stay.
Amosta also saw a few little wizards from the school, but because the seat he chose was behind a pillar and relatively remote, the children who were excited about the start of the wonderful summer vacation did not notice him, and Amosta was also happy to relax. , did not choose to take the initiative to say hello.
Chewing a piece of steak slowly and taking two sips of the rich red wine, Amosta quietly enjoyed the leisurely time that belonged to him alone.
The news that Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, led a group of elites to hunt down smugglers, but were all sent to St. Mungo's by a dark wizard did not appear in the Daily Prophet, so it was the focus of discussion among the surrounding guests. , it is still Gilderoy Lockhart who has just retired from the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in an unseemly way.
It is a wise saying no matter which world it is. After his despicable crimes in the past were reported, Lockhart, who once had his works popular throughout the European wizarding world, immediately became a rat that everyone shouted to beat. Overnight, All his previous book fans disappeared.
Each of the wizards who were talking about this topic sneered and claimed that they had seen through his true face a long time ago, as if they would be laughed at if they didn't say so.
"--Fifteen years in prison, the Wizengamot's punishment is not light this time,"
Amosta shook his head slightly and sighed. He didn't know what the fate of this guy in the original book was. Thinking about it, it would definitely not be worse than it is now.
Just when Amosta was 'praying' for Lockhart, who was going through prison life, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears, which made him frown.
"Just sit over there, Draco...and, didn't you notice that your mother was carrying something in her hand? How did I teach you?"
The corner of Amosta's mouth moved, and he smiled inexplicably.
Draco, who was domineering in school and a typical rich second generation, was not very well-behaved at home, but he never dared to disobey his father's orders and almost took his mother away in a semi-robbing way. After Narcissa took the thing in her hand, he turned his back to Lucius, rolled his eyelids, and walked towards Amosta muttering.
...........
"Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff won, then Ravenclaw also lost to Hufflepuff, you defeated Hufflepuff, and lost in the final It was given to Gryffindor...but the total score was higher than Gryffindor, so you won the championship?"
Amosta raised his eyebrows, looked at Draco who became excited because of meeting him, but at the same time a little cautious, blinked and smiled,
"Wood didn't kill Potter?"
"I suspect he wants to kill everyone on the Gryffindor team!"
Draco bared his teeth and looked happy. His father's expulsion from the Hogwarts School Board did make him depressed for a while, but in the end, winning the Quidditch match regained all the face he had lost!
Thinking of the final score between Gryffindor and Slytherin in that game, which was fixed at 170-130, the moment Mrs. Hooch announced that Slytherin had won the big score, everyone froze on their broomsticks as if they were petrified. Draco couldn't suppress the smile on his face when meeting those people on the Gryffindor team.
While Draco patiently recounted the details of the final match to the smiling Amos, Lucius remained eerily silent. He neither looked at his son nor looked at Amos. Ta, his light gray eyes were just staring at the pedestrians walking back and forth in the bar, his body exuding coldness.
"Draco."
Narcissa Malfoy, who also remained silent, suddenly interrupted her son's show off. She glanced at her husband calmly, stood up, and said in a much more solemn tone than she usually communicated with Draco,
"I suddenly remembered that several dresses I ordered from Tuofan Clothing Store seem to have been completed, and I need you to accompany me."
"It's just a few clothes, Mom, there's no need at all--"
"How dare you disobey your mother's orders, Draco?"
Lucius recovered from his wooden state. He glared at Malfoy and said sternly.
Watching Draco, who reluctantly followed his mother, walk out of the Leaky Cauldron, Amosta withdrew his gaze, shook out his wand and said 'Close your ears and listen', and then smiled at Lucius Malfoy. laugh,
"Your wife is very beautiful, Lucius, and also very smart."
Lucius didn't speak. He was looking at the elusive young wizard in front of him, and his breathing became faster without realizing it.
"--I heard that you have been in trouble for a while since you lost your position as Hogwarts School Director?
The father of the Weasley children, Arthur Weasley of the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items, seems to have visited your manor many times in order to avenge his little daughter, and has found many interesting things. Gadgets? "
Thinking of that pure-blooded wizard's scum, Lucius's gray eyes almost burst into flames. Amosta was right. The trouble Arthur Weasley had caused for him during this period almost made him a The laughing stock among pure-blood families, and what troubled him was that although Arthur had a low-level position, he had deep qualifications in the Ministry of Magic and had good friendships with many people. The effect of putting pressure on him through senior officials was not as effective. Satisfactory.
"This is all thanks to your brother, isn't it?"
After driving out of his mind the self-destructive fool who loved Muggles, Lucius took a deep breath and looked at Amosta. Although there was a somewhat cold smile on his face, there was a hint of sadness in those gray eyes. No smile at all,
"Speaking of which, there is something that has puzzled me for a long time. Mr. Brain, it was you who broke into Slytherin's secret room and subdued the beast, and saved several students. As a reward, Fudge even went through a special procedure to award you the A useless medal, but why didn't the Daily Prophet report it at all, as if everything was done by Harry Potter and those reckless friends..."
"What do you think the reason might be, Mr. Malfoy?"
Amosta took a sip of red wine from the goblet and smiled.
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