In the deserted Leaky Cauldron, the greetings between Amosta and the Minister of Magic were extremely harsh. Almost everyone, including the guys in the corner, had their eyes fixed on this side. Amosta didn't want that. This matter became known to everyone. He glanced at the bar owner Tom next to him, but was surprised to find that the hunchbacked boss didn't seem to show an unexpected expression as he expected.
"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I have a good relationship with Hagrid. I heard him mention it a few times-" Tom, who was very discerning, lowered his head and said with a downcast eyebrow.
Amosta pursed his lips, and ten thousand divine beasts rushed through his heart.
"Oh, a humble young man who likes to keep a low profile -" Fudge saw all this and said with a smile, "But I think sometimes a little fame isn't such a bad thing."
"I just hope that my conversation with you will not be overheard by some unknown guys-" Amosta said with a smile, and then pushed open the wooden door of the cubicle next to him, "I wonder if I will have the honor to invite you. Have a drink?"
Fudge hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Then I'll take the opportunity to deal with him. You can't imagine that I haven't had a good meal in several days... Tom, the kid is still waiting for me up there. You can take care of him for me first."
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When he entered a private environment, Fudge's chubby face was not so relaxed. Even without careful analysis, he could see the melancholy and confusion in the heart of the then leader of the Ministry of Magic.
Amosta sipped the sweet wine in the glass, stared at the candlestick on the wall with interest, and waited quietly for Fudge to finish the piece of butter bread in his hand.
"I want to express my gratitude to you, Amosta--"
Fudge picked up the glass, and before Amosta could respond, he drank the rum in two sips, took the opportunity to empty the food in his mouth, took a long breath, and smiled tiredly,
"The beast left by Slytherin made us famous. The ministers of magic from many countries wrote to me personally, hoping that I could allow the basilisk to be exhibited abroad. Oh, of course, I think they mainly For Salazar Slytherin's name."
A few months ago, the significance of this basilisk to Amosta was mainly the reward for the commissioned task, and it would be okay to hand it over. But in the days after experiencing the Island of Avalon, Amosta felt that the original decision It's a bit crazy, maybe this thing hides some deeper secret.
"It will only be of greater use in the hands of the Ministry, Mr. Minister."
Amosta also put down his glass and smiled.
"The poor basilisk was blinded by Dumbledore's phoenix and hit by a few of my spells. I thought it wouldn't last long... Speaking of which, its current condition is pretty good. ?”
"Oh, bouncing around and full of energy,"
Speaking of this, Fudge showed a little embarrassment on his fat face.
"In fact, this beast's energy is a bit too strong. It is even more difficult to deal with than a fire dragon. Several young men in the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures almost... Ahem, I mean, some of me are concerned about invitations to overseas exhibitions. It really couldn’t be ignored, and considering safety, we invited a master of dealing with magical creatures and asked him to help tame them for a period of time.”
Amosta nodded, wondering when to get the basilisk back from Newt Scamander.
"Excuse me, Mr. Minister--"
Neither Fudge nor Amosta planned to spend too much time on this impromptu dinner. After finding out who was holding the basilisk now, they exchanged a few pleasantries and Amosta showed appropriate curiosity. ,
"You look very tired. Did the Ministry of Magic encounter some trouble recently? Oh, if it involves secrets, you can pretend I didn't ask!"
"Haven't you heard about it, Amosta?" Fudge raised his short eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Everyone already knows about this!"
"I've been spending some time in the Muggle world recently, so--"
"Oh, trouble?" Fudge shook his head desperately, his whole face slumped, "No, no, that can't be called trouble, but should be called a 'disaster'. It's not a disaster for me alone, but for the entire magic." It’s a disaster for the ministry... It doesn’t matter if I tell you about it, Amosta, I’ve never encountered such a difficult thing since I took up the position of Minister of Magic!”
Amosta didn't interrupt, quietly waiting for Fudge to answer his questions.
"Someone escaped from Azkaban!"
Amosta's eyes flickered. Before going to Hogwarts, someone in Cacus had asked him to rescue the Lestranges and the Carlo siblings...ŴŴŴ.
Could it be said that someone did it? Tsk tsk, that’s twenty thousand gold galleons! ! !
"It's Sirius Black!"
Finally, Fudge said a name in a heavy, almost collapsed tone.
Quietly, Amosta shook his eyebrows in surprise.
"...If I'm not mistaken, you're talking about the... Sirius Black who people call You-Know-Who's number one?"
"That's the man, Amosta," Fudge sighed one after another. "I never dreamed that this day would come... I was the deputy director of the Department of Magical Disasters at that time. The day Black was caught, I was one of the first to arrive at the scene..."
Amosta was not interested in listening to Fudge's memories of those years. He interrupted Fudge's soliloquy and asked in a light voice while squinting his eyes.
"So, was someone rescued, or did Blake escape on his own?"
"You are very perceptive, Amosta." Fudge nodded in approval, but his tone was still dejected, "Both of these are possible, but we think he ran away on his own because... Oh, I'm sorry, Ah Mosta, I can’t tell you this..."
"Understandable--" Amosta raised his glass and saluted Fudge, smiling.
Judging from Fudge's performance, the Ministry of Magic has not yet figured out how Sirius escaped from Azkaban, but as for his purpose of escaping from prison...Amosta glanced After glancing at the direction where Potter's magic power existed, I had a guess in my mind.
Voldemort's number one officer escaped from prison to avenge his old master?
So, that is to say, our savior Mr. Harry Potter's task this year is to kill Voldemort's right-hand man?
Perhaps realizing that his dejected look in private might be spread out by the young man across from him, Fudge tried hard to calm down his expression, and his voice returned to confidence. He looked at Amosta, who was looking down in thought, with confidence. smiled and said,
"Don't worry too much, Amosta. We have sent all the elites of the Ministry of Magic to track down Black. Even the dementors of Azkaban are working hard on this. I think, within a few days, you will be able to track down Black." Read the good news about our great victory in the Daily Prophet!”
"I have confidence in you, Mr. Minister."
Amosta chuckled, but he was still somewhat surprised that the Ministry of Magic sent out creatures like dementors.
Amosta, this kind of creature that scares wizards, has only been seen in books, but has never been seen in reality!
"Would you like to take the opportunity to get one back and study it?"
Amosta thought with a smile as he opened the wooden door of the private room for Fudge.
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