In the restaurant of the riverside hut, Amos was sitting at the dining table and reading that day's "Howl of the Gargoyle" with great interest. The influence of this newspaper in France is no less than that of the "Daily Prophet". Amos Tower still remembered that at the press conference held at the Ministry of Magic regarding the Greyback incident, the female reporter who asked him questions belonged to this newspaper.
Among the recent hot events in Paris, the Triwizard Tournament is undoubtedly the first to bear the brunt.
However, this matter is still under confidentiality. Even though it is no longer a secret in the upper class society, the people in the European magic world still know nothing about this matter.
There were some bits and pieces of news in the newspaper. After Amosta flipped through it, he threw the newspaper on the table and looked at the window of the restaurant with a smile, while several children were lying on the window to peek. He immediately lowered his head.
Vip Dreggen walked into the restaurant with a sinister look on his face, carrying a plate of steaming slices of bread and a silver jug filled with hot milk, and placed the plate in front of Amosta.
"I don't have much good stuff for you here, Blaine—"
Although he is quite old, Vip Dregern still has a hot temper, and his face is covered with frost. If Amosta Blaine had not just happened to save his grandson by chance, Amosta would not have left. Enter this room. But there was nothing to be grateful for. Even without him, Alger's life would not be in danger. Moreover, Amosta Blaine had trespassed on his land without permission.
"It's okay, Mr. Dregern, I'm not picky--"
Vip Dreggen's attitude was much better than expected. In fact, Amosta, who broke in with an invasion attitude, was prepared to have a fight with Vip Dreggen first and then have a good exchange. It was just that wonderful coincidence that saved this very likely situation.
"According to the regulations--"
Looking across the dining table, Amosta Blaine was enjoying breakfast leisurely and seemed not to realize that he was an unwelcome guest. Based on this determination alone, Vip must admit that Amosta Brain Star Blaine is not a simple wizard, and considering his age, the word "outstanding" is not an exaggeration to describe him. Dumbledore's vision is still as outstanding as ever.
At the cocktail party, because of the misguidance of Karkaroff and his desire to make Hogwarts and Dumbledore look bad, he rashly attacked Amosta Brain without any thorough investigation. , is indeed a stupid decision.
However, when he thought of the insult he had suffered, the annoyance in his heart was submerged in the anger towards Amosta Brain. His fists hidden under the table were clenched tightly.
"Before the review meeting is held, Brian, I should not have any private contact with representatives of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools, as well as officials from the Ministry of Magic of the Three Kingdoms, so-- "
Vip's breathing relaxed for a moment, and his uncontrollable anger immediately burst out, and he shouted harshly,
"After eating, please leave my house immediately, Brian. I will not report anyone to the Ministry of Magic for breaking into the house, just pretend that we have never met today!"
"It seems--"
Facing the cold-eyed Vip Dregern, Amosta picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth leisurely. Then, he leaned back on the chair and smiled slightly,
"You made the rules of the selection very clear, didn't you, Mr. Dregern?"
Vip Dreggen narrowed his eyes, wondering what trick Amosta was playing.
Before the cocktail party, the two of them didn't know each other at all, and there was no friendship to reminisce about the past. Amosta also knew that he was an unwelcome guest, so he didn't hide it. Under Vip's wary gaze, he took something out of his arms. A space bag came out and was thrown onto the dining table with a clatter.
The moment the bag touched the table, it made a series of pleasant tinkling sounds. No need to explain, Vip also knew what was in the bag.
"What's the meaning?"
The wary gaze just now turned into a contemptuous stare, and the old man sneered again and again,
"Are you confused, Brian, and want to bribe me with gold? You should know that as a member of the review committee, we are strictly bound by a magical contract. We cannot accept any benefits from the three parties. Take your gold and leave me. room, otherwise, I will expose what happened today and let you taste the loss of your reputation!"
"Perhaps you misunderstood, Mr. Dregern——"
The corners of Amosta's mouth moved slightly.
"Bribery, how could I do such a stupid thing?"
Before Vip could ask, Amosta continued,
"This is not a bribe, Mr. Dregern. The purpose of my trip is to return the property that belongs to you. Eight thousand gold coins. This is your wife. Please ask Ms. Xia Bell to go to Gringotts headquarters to handle it. I accidentally left it there while doing business.
Because of an unexpected coincidence, I learned about this matter. Considering that at the cocktail party the night before yesterday, some of my actions caused you to suffer some criticism. Therefore, I came here to apologize. I brought this bag of gold coins and returned it to you. you--"
When Amosta said these words, Vip Delegon's expression changed again and again. He stared at the bag of gold coins on the table, and his dry lips wriggled a few times, but he couldn't say anything. When he looked at the young wizard across the table, there was already some fear in his eyes.
"this is not me."
Vip blurted out, but in the middle of the sentence, he shut his mouth again.
Amosta Brain has a close relationship with the goblin. This is a sure thing, otherwise, he would not be able to get back these eight thousand gold galleons from the money-hungry goblin.
Judging from the look on Amosta's face, he probably thought he was trying to make a profit by taking advantage of his status, but that was not the case.
After the federation decided to select some members to form an event committee to review the safety plans submitted by the three schools and select the best ones to decide on the organizer, Durmstrang's principal, Igor Karkarov, thought that he When the opportunity arose, he approached Joshua Bell.
This cunning guy didn't make any request to Joshua Bell. He just recalled the time in school with Joshua Bell, and pretended to accidentally reveal that the goblins had opened a gambling game, and Durmstrang currently had the highest odds. thing.
As a partner of decades, Vip knew that Joshua Bell would be touched. The temptations of gold and contribution to his alma mater were both irresistible to Joshua Bell.
Vip knew the risks involved in this matter, but since he could not trigger the restrictions of the contract and hit Dumbledore by the way, Vip was happy to see success. Therefore, now that Amosta threatened him with this matter, he also There's nothing to explain.
Both parties are smart people and know the consequences of this matter being exposed.
"What the hell do you want, Blaine--"
Vip's voice was hoarse, and the ruthlessness in his voice had been lost.
Only one day has passed, and almost everyone knows about the scandal he made at the reception. If this matter is exposed again, let alone fighting for the position of chairman after Dumbledore steps down, even his current status may be lost. Can't keep it!
Whether it was his own status or Joshua Bell, he could not give up either.
"I want nothing more, Mr. Dregern -"
Amosta smiled slightly and stood up.
"I just hope that you can make a fair and just judgment on the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament."
Vip Dregern is different from the goblin in Gringotts. Amosta doesn't expect to be friends with him. Once his goal is achieved, he doesn't want to stay any longer. Barty can't tell when he will come back. , before that, he had to rush back to the hotel.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Dregern—"
When his palm touched the cold door handle, Amos, who suddenly thought of something, stopped and turned his head and said. He saw Vip Dreggen sitting motionless on the chair, looking directly at him with cold eyes, Amos. Ta blinked his eyes, thought for a moment and smiled slightly,
"There is no need to be so hostile to me, Mr. Dregern. There is an old proverb in the mysterious Eastern world, which is 'No fight, no acquaintance'. Maybe one day in the future, we can become friends!"
(End of chapter)
