Boom——
On top of the ruins of the broken wall, a broken wooden pillar collapsed, and a large number of broken masonry kicked up billowing smoke and dust, filling this huge space.
"Oh, interesting--"
Amosta's slightly cold eyes wandered around this unique cave. After confirming that there was no one here, he sneered and murmured.
From the time the early warning magic was triggered to the time he left the banquet hall and took the elevator to the seventh floor, the entire process would not have taken more than two minutes. After going upstairs, all the magic on the nearby floors were within his monitoring range. However, breaking into the room The troublemaker disappeared?
Like Hogwarts and many magical places, this hotel is also under the cover of anti-Apparition spells and many forbidden teleportation spells. In theory, the wizard's method of instantaneous movement is not feasible here. , However, this is what happened.
call!
Amosta's palms tightened, and a wand naturally dropped into his palm. He raised the wand and swept it across. A strong wind falling from the sky suppressed all the dust particles floating in the air back to the ground. In an instant, what was in front of him was The world becomes clear again.
Amosta's body trembled slightly, and his body floated slightly surrounded by the breeze. Then, he controlled himself to float away like a collapsed villa.
Who could have done it?
The name Vip Dreghan was the first to pop into Amosta's mind. It's not surprising at all to have such a guess, isn't it? The hateful look he looked at him when he left the hotel a few dozen minutes ago is still etched in Amosta's mind.
However, Amosta would not be so arbitrarily convinced that the perpetrator must be Vip Dregern, who had suffered great disgrace because of him. Is it possible that Durmstrang or Beauxbatons are not suspicious at all? It is impossible to say!
Logically speaking, the two colleges would not do such an unwise thing, because those who secretly cause trouble must know that Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic will definitely pursue it to the end. If there are any clues, then, don't say The organizer of the Triwizard Tournament is gone. This ancient event that represents communication and friendship will most likely be cancelled.
But if some people want to take a gamble, there will be no loopholes.
Looking down at the pile of broken bricks and rubble, Amosta's eyes were dark.
Igor Karkaroff. This guy doesn’t seem to be a decent wizard, and he doesn’t seem to have a particularly bright mind. Previously, he also left the banquet hall early after Vip Dregern.
despair--
Amosta fell back to the ground lightly, his expression indifferent.
How interesting. Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, who lived with him, both left the banquet hall early. If they returned to the room, then the intruders would not have the chance to damage the place. But coincidentally, one of them had to go back to the Ministry of Magic to work overtime, while the other ran out to find excitement and was not even in the room.
Buzz--
Under the influence of magic, broken wooden beams and broken marble tiles floated from the ground, hovering in mid-air.
Amosta walked into the ruins with steps of varying shades, carrying a milky-white magic wand that looked like an eggshell. After a few glances, he located the location of his room.
All the furnishings in the room were rotten to their original state. The place was completely destroyed. According to the traces of magic left in the air, many magic sources had appeared here. They used a powerful explosion spell to destroy the building. The villa, then, suddenly disappeared.
There was no scrap of paper among the dust on the floor, but Amosta found some black ashes.
His penetrating eyes scanned the surroundings again. After a few minutes, Amosta was finally able to determine that the black ashes should be what was left after his safety plan was burned.
In this way, it's not a personal grudge. The other party's purpose is very clear, which is to prevent Hogwarts from becoming the host of the Triwizard Tournament. Moreover, the people who did it were experienced. Their purpose of violently destroying the villa was not to humiliate Amosta, but to cover up the traces of being here.
An irregular wall tile shifted its position under Amosta's control. Buried beneath it, the surveillance mirror, an alchemy prop designed by Amosta, was exposed.
Amosta walked forward, squatted down, and poked the surveillance mirror that had changed beyond recognition with his finger, his expression solemn.
Due to the habit of vigilance, although Amosta did not think that anyone would raid him when he was not in the room, he still placed a surveillance mirror with its own image storage in the bedroom. However, it was precisely because this surveillance mirror was in his own room. The location of the room was the center of the explosion. Only the surveillance mirror with concealment magic and simple defense spells had been completely changed beyond recognition.
Amosta briefly inspected the magic corridor inside the surveillance mirror, and then gave up the intention of repairing it.
The illusion magic above the false sky may be the only thing that is still intact in the room. This sky is similar to the magic above the Hogwarts auditorium. When someone walks into the villa, the sky is reflected in a burst of light and shadow changes. looking at the night sky outside.
As an international city, Paris, the light of neon lights obscures the grand scenery gifted by nature. Muggles cannot see the existence of a star. Even wizards can only watch the dreamy and bright stars in this way.
Amosta, covered in starlight, quietly stared at the completely scrapped surveillance mirror in his hand for a long time. Unknowingly, there was a trace of amusement on the corner of his mouth.
After putting away the remains of the surveillance camera, Amosta glanced at the ruins, but had no intention of repairing the villa.
"Let's do this for now -" Amosta muttered in a low voice, "I'd like to see what you guys say."
The room was definitely uninhabitable. Although Amosta had a travel tent in his luggage, he was not interested in sleeping with a pile of dusty ruins. He turned and walked towards the exit, planning to ask the hotel staff to book another room. Anyway, the bill would be sent to the Ministry of Magic.
"Mr. Blaine?"
The reception has ended, and there are only a few hotel guests in the corridors on the seventh and sixth floors.
Madame Maxime and Fleur were talking in low voices, and Amosta suddenly walked out of the door beside him, his trousers stained with ashes, which made both of them look stunned.
"Did you encounter some situation?" Mrs. Maxim raised her eyebrows and asked in a calm voice, "Do you need some help from us?"
"Oh, Madame Maxime, and Mademoiselle Delacour—"
At the moment of this coincidental encounter, many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind. He suppressed the slight surprise on his face and showed a warm smile.
Amosta stared into Madame Maxime's eyes, smiled slightly and said,
"Yes, we did encounter some trouble, um. The house collapsed."
"The house collapsed?!"
Madame Maxime and Fleur looked at each other, not knowing how to understand Amosta's words.
Not Beauxbatons.
Amosta came to this conclusion almost immediately. Whether judging by experience or magic, the confusion and astonishment shown by the two Beauxbatons people were not disguised.
"yes--"
Amosta's smile became more sincere, and he shrugged helplessly.
"I was experimenting with magic in my room. Unfortunately, something happened and the house inside was messed up. Oh, it's really unlucky. We may have to pay a fortune now."
Experimenting with magic in a dress?
Rejecting his own invitation. This was unprecedented, so he was immediately unlucky?
Fleur fluttered her slender eyelashes and pursed her lips as if to hold back a smile. However, she immediately thought of something. After moving her azure eyes in her eye sockets, she said sympathetically,
"Oh, that's unfortunate, Mr. Blaine. So, where should you live?"
"I plan to find a hotel and open a new house."
Amosta dusted off the hem of his trousers and said, "I hope Barty won't jump after knowing all this tomorrow morning."
"I'm afraid this plan won't work, Mr. Blaine--"
Mrs. Maxim said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid you don't know that this Fairy Hotel's business is booming. All rooms need to be booked in advance. I'm afraid they won't be able to provide you with an extra room outside of the plan."
"Well--"
Amosta really didn't expect this.
"Why not invite Mr. Blaine to live with us?"
Under Madame Maxime's surprise and Amosta's somewhat horrified gaze, Fleur raised the corners of her mouth and said in a brisk voice.
"Anyway, the villa is very big, there are many rooms in it, isn't there, ma'am?"
(End of chapter)
