Amosta didn't know yet that a silent conspiracy planned by Greyback was approaching him. Of course, if he knew about it, he might also like to hear about it.
Because of his trip to Avalon Island, his strength has improved a lot. In order to better adapt to the sudden increase in magic power, he found a quiet hotel in the suburbs of London and rested for a few days. After getting used to all this, I packed my bags and returned to the magical world.
The moment he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, his eyes swept across the slightly dark hall, and Amosta, who was dressed as a wizard, narrowed his eyebrows a little.
As the gateway between the Muggle world and the wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron should be bustling with people during the summer vacation, and the air should be filled with the aroma of food and drinks, but in fact it is not.
At a glance, there were not many people in the dark and dirty bar. Only in the inconspicuous seats near the wall, there were a few guys who covered themselves up and smoked long pipes. Mosta glanced at those people casually, remaining calm, but doubts arose in his heart.
Amosta, who was already considered an 'old man' in the underground world, easily discovered that these people had the 'stench' of that place.
Amosta didn't think there was anything wrong with this group of people appearing in the Leaky Cauldron. What puzzled him was that when he looked at them out of the corner of his eye, seemingly unintentionally, they were also looking at him, and, betting What came over was a naked and undisguised searching gaze.
And this seems a bit wrong.
Wizards operating in the underground world all know a 'basic common sense', which is not to have too much curiosity. If you have not made up your mind about who to deal with, then you'd better not stare at a person, otherwise, you will It is very likely to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
Since these people came from there, it is impossible that they do not know this common sense.
"Vitya Cliona--"
The first thought that came to Amosta's mind was whether the woman who ran away from him had exposed her true identity. As a result, it attracted a group of people who had been with the 'Golden Viper' in the past. There was an ambush by someone who had been involved in the conflict, but on second thought, I thought it was unlikely.
It's not that I don't think Vitiya would do that, but if she really did, she wouldn't be so late in realizing it.
Including Foley, Jin Viper still has some well-informed friends in the underground world. If his identity is exposed, he will not go without a reminder.
Just when Amosta was confused, the group of sneaky guys by the wall withdrew their gaze. They looked at each other, shook their heads covertly, then lowered their heads to deal with the cigarette bags in their hands and the wooden table. Come on rum.
"These guys are looking for someone, but they're not looking for themselves--"
Amosta narrowed his eyes, understanding came to his mind, and his pace returned to normal.
At this moment, a large family suddenly emerged from the other side of the bar. They were walking in a hurry, carrying large and small bags, and firmly protecting a six or seven-year-old boy in the middle.
"Mom, why are we suddenly going to Paris?"
The little boy, who was almost being dragged forward, had a face full of resistance and mumbled as he asked.
"Oh, I've told you several times, honey, it's because your grandmother is not well and we need to go visit her--"
A middle-aged witch with messy hair who looked like she didn't have time to clean herself up before going out answered in a hurried voice.
"You lied, Mom, I know the reason..." The little boy's immature face showed dissatisfaction with the perfunctory, "It's all because of that little--"
"Shut your mouth, Beck!"
When passing Amosta, the little boy's father glanced at him warily and reprimanded him in the sternest tone, "This is not a matter that can be discussed in public. We don't know who is reliable!"
Amosta turned his head and watched the family walk out of the door of the Leaky Cauldron. The figure quickly disappeared from his sight. He turned his head and happened to see the group of people by the wall also retracting their gaze. Their eyes were in mid-air. They moved away as soon as they were touched, and each glanced at another place.
Something happened, and it looked like it wasn't a trivial matter.
Smelling the tense breath in the air, Amosta came to this conclusion easily.
"Wait a minute... let me think about it, oh, yes, Mr. Minister, room 11 is still available, you can put him there!"
A voice came from the passage next to the bar, and Amosta recognized it as Tom, the hunchbacked owner of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Minister..." Amosta's eyes moved.
"At dinner time, the Minister of Magic, who is busy with everything, should be at the reception held by those noble pure-blood families, but he comes to the Leaky Cauldron to arrange a room for whom?"
This question crossed Amosta's mind, and in less than a second, he made a decision not to meet Cornelius Fudge for the time being.
From the two meetings before and after solving the secret room incident last semester, Amosta could tell from the completely different attitude toward him that Fudge was a typical politician.
The 'friendship criterion' for a qualified politician is whether the person is valuable, or whether he can bring enough benefits to himself.
Amosta doesn't want to have too deep involvement with politicians, especially big politicians like the Minister of Magic. It is true that connections are a very valuable resource, but in order to obtain this resource, you need to pay the price, or whatever. The trouble that comes is huge.
"--Okay, it doesn't matter, as long as you live comfortably..., by the way, Potter's luggage..."
"I will send Mr. Potter's luggage to his room, you don't have to worry, Mr. Minister!" Tom, the bar owner, said enthusiastically.
Potter? !
Amosta, who was about to leave quickly, stopped suddenly and looked at the corridor with a stunned expression.
How many Potters are there in the wizarding world who would make the noble Minister of Magic personally take care of their luggage?
But... shouldn't Potter be spending his summer vacation at his aunt and uncle's house? Why would he suddenly appear in the Leaky Cauldron?
It had only been a week since the last time the two met, and Amosta was sure that he remembered the date correctly.
The sound of footsteps walking inside became fainter, and Amosta narrowed his eyes. Then he changed his friendly expression, quickly opened the barrier beside the bar and walked in. His eyes jumped over to Tom who was coming outside, and looked at He waved to the short, fat wizard wearing a striped cloak and shouted,
"Please stay, Minister Fudge!"
Fudge, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze. He turned around and looked at the young man greeting him at the bar. There was a little confusion in his eyes, but it only took a very short time for the confusion to turn into a mixture of confusion. A pleasant surprise, and this also diluted the depth of the tired wrinkles on his forehead,
"Oh, look who this is!"
Fudge walked outside with a smile and opened his arms to Amosta.
"A recipient of the Second Order of Merlin, the outstanding young wizard who solved the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and donated an extremely precious basilisk to the Ministry of Magic - Amosta Braine!"
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