After two hours, Amosta returned to the damaged room in the hotel. Amosta slowly returned to the recliner, staring directly at the deeper stars in the second half of the night, his thoughts turning quietly in his mind.
Some of what happened tonight was indeed a bit unexpected, but in terms of the results, it wasn't too bad.
In particular, the last request made by the old goblin named Gerson Bana was the biggest gain of Amosta's trip to Paris.
In the past few years, Amosta had been active in the underground world, and the connections he had established were with those who walked in the shadows. When he was invited to return to Hogwarts, one thing after another followed. The incident also gradually pushed him into the public eye.
And he gradually established another set of relationships in the 'upper class' society.
This is actually a matter of time. Within a group, weak individuals will instinctively seek refuge from the strong. When Amosta's power is gradually exposed in people's eyes, more and more people will seek his friendship, just like Ge Ge today. Wilson Barna.
Gerson Barna's 'surrender' is of great value to Amosta, which means that he has created a certain influence within another biological group with huge potential besides wizards.
Power brings influence, and influence also means power in some situations.
In the second half of this year, Harry will be promoted to fourth grade. Amosta cannot remember exactly when Tom Riddle returned to the magical world and started a new round of war, but it is conceivable that at the latest it will be Something within two or three years.
How should he deal with it then?
How will Albus Dumbledore respond, how will the Ministry of Magic respond, and what method will Voldemort use to regain his former power?
He had deduced the reactions of all parties in his mind.
For Amosta, the biggest problem was not Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore.
The two people have the same goals, but their differences in personality and ideas are destined to cause differences between them. Once war is imminent, internal conflicts arise, which will undoubtedly be fatal.
One party must give in.
From Amosta's point of view, Dumbledore's biggest problem was that he was soft-hearted. He always wanted to minimize the damage and try to prevent more people from being implicated and harmed.
Amosta's view is that no innocent people are killed by the sword of war.
It is said that kindness does not control soldiers. In a war, he will not allow anyone to have two ends. Whether he is an enemy or a friend, he needs to clearly distinguish. Then, he gathers all his strength and presses forward, step by step, and gradually eliminates the enemy's living space. Compression, by the way, can actually remove some cancers in the magic world.
But to do this, he must first have a stronger influence.
The purple eyes reflected the extremely bright but fleeting taillight of meteors on the night sky. Amosta's fist on the armrest clenched and then unclenched.
He still has to choose the time to show off in front of everyone.
As for the Ministry of Magic, he must also maintain considerable influence, and this is why Amosta did not immediately pull out Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge and throw them to the Ministry of Magic. The reason before Barty Crouch.
The Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge is unable to face the flood-like situation after Voldemort's return.
Cornelius Fudge's resignation is almost a foregone conclusion, and Amosta's current plan is to push Amelia Bones to the position of Minister of Magic after Cornelius Fudge's resignation.
This woman has a certain degree of decisiveness and courage. And he is dissatisfied with the outdated situation in the magic world and hopes to seek changes, rather than caring about power itself like Barty Crouch.
Ludo Bagman is not a wizard worthy of great authority. He became one of the top leaders of the Ministry of Magic and became the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports. This is mostly because of Voldemort’s impact on the magical world for more than ten years. It created a power vacuum, allowing this guy who was a Quidditch player to pick up the slack.
But it is undeniable that he is indeed welcomed by ordinary people. In other words, Ludo has a certain influence in the British magic world, so he is valuable.
As for Cuthbert Mockridge, Amosta doesn't know this guy very well, but judging from his age, it has only been a year or two since he retired from his current position, and his reputation is not outstanding. But now that he has the leverage in his hands, and now Amosta is eager to increase his influence on the Ministry of Magic.
A strange light flashed across Amosta's eyes, and he had made a decision in his mind about Cuthbert Mockridge.
Early morning, outside Paris.
On a winding and twisted tributary of the Seine River, the diffuse cold water mist constantly changes its shape with the breeze.
A large area to the north of the river is a paddy field, and several machines driven by magic are plowing the vast fields. Half a mile away from the river bank on the south bank of the tributary is a sparse birch forest. Next to the forest, there is a five-story wooden house with a red roof and white walls. At this moment, the chimney of the wooden house is emitting smoke, and the air is filled with Rich smoke and smoke.
The large open space in front of the wooden house was covered with a layer of fallen leaves, and several little guys who looked to be only seven or eight years old were having fun on the cobblestone path leading from the wooden house to the river.
A playful red-haired little boy broke away from his brothers and sisters. He gradually chased a short goblin to the riverside, and a small fish jumped into the air from the clear trickle of water, attracting the little boy's attention. He let go of the goblin who had burrowed into the mud, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and carefully stepped on the warm rocks beside the river to get into the water.
The cold stream water in the morning made the little boy grin, but the small fish swaying in the clear water immediately diverted his attention.
He bent down, held his hands together, and followed the little fish enthusiastically, laughing cheerfully from time to time.
Danger always comes inadvertently. The little boy playing in the water did not realize that he was walking step by step towards the center of the stream.
At this moment, the children playing in the open space finally noticed that they were missing a partner. As their eyes wandered, a sharp-eyed little girl discovered the little boy in the stream, walking toward danger.
"What are you doing, Alger!"
The little girl immediately exclaimed, and the remaining two smaller boys were immediately attracted to the scene, and the three little guys ran all the way towards the river.
"Come up, Alger!" The little girl stopped by the river shouted panting, "The water in the center of the river is very deep, you will die!"
Crossed!
A few sparkling water splashes scattered in the air. Feeling the life jumping in his closed palms, Alger laughed happily,
"It's no big deal, Kamiya, look what I caught, oh, why don't you come down together, we can make ourselves a pot of fish soup!"
Alger grinned. He straightened up and was about to turn around and call Kamiya and the others down. However, an irresistible sense of dizziness suddenly hit him, making his vision blurry. Amidst a panic scream that pierced his eardrums, Alger suddenly realized dimly that the world in front of him was tilting in his eyes!
Hooray!
A strong wind suddenly arose on the trickling stream. On the river bank, several children who were screaming in fear suddenly felt a shadow flash before their eyes. Then, a young man with gray hair and purple eyes appeared beside them. , and this man was holding Alger who had fallen into the water under his arm.
"Don't worry, little guys, everything is fine--"
The friendly smile of the gray-haired young man seemed to have the power to soothe people. Kamiya glanced at Alger, who seemed to be still dizzy, swallowed and felt no longer so panicked.
"Who are you, sir, and how did you get here—"
The little girl said in a childish voice,
"What I mean is that this is the private territory of the Dregern family. It is protected by magic. No one without an invitation can enter unless--"
Kamiya blinked her eyes and asked curiously,
"Are you Grandpa's guest?"
The gray-haired man smiled slightly. He was about to put down the naughty little guy under his arm, but at this moment, there was a sudden explosion behind the children, and a slightly panicked old figure appeared in the air.
"What's going on, Kamiya, I heard you-"
In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped. Vip Dreggen, who was in plain clothes, had a stiff expression. He glanced at his grandson who was clamped under his arm. His hoarse voice exuded strong murderous intent.
"What do you want, Amosta Blaine!"
(End of chapter)
