After Lupin left, Amosta did not leave the Leaky Cauldron after him, and after many days of work, he asked Tom, the owner of the bar, to open him a room, where he would have a good night's rest and return to the Muggle world tomorrow.

There was a hint of languidness in the early July sun in London, and Amosta stayed in his room for the whole afternoon without going out, until the sun sank into the horizon and the moon hung on the branches, and he rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up slowly.

Once the human spirit relaxes, the body will soon fall into a state of looseness, and Amosta rubbed his stomach, which was already protesting, got up and dressed, and staggered out of the room.

Because Hogwarts has been on summer vacation, there are obviously a lot more wizards in the bar, but most of them just travel through the wizarding world and the Muggle world here, and there are not too many wizards who actually stay.

Amosta also saw a few little wizards from the school, but because the seat he chose was behind a pillar and relatively remote, the children who were excited about the start of the beautiful summer vacation did not notice him, and Amosta was also happy to be idle and did not choose to take the initiative to say hello.

Slowly munching on a steak and taking two sips of mellow red wine, Amosta quietly enjoyed the moment when he was alone in the moment.

The news that Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office, led his elite to hunt down the smugglers, but that they were all sent to St. Mungo by a dark wizard did not appear in the Daily Prophet, so the focus of the conversation was still Gilderoy Lockhart, who had just stepped down from his position as a professor at Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in an undignified manner.

After his despicable crimes in the past were reported, Lockhart, who had once written a popular book in the wizarding world of Europe, immediately became a rat that everyone shouted at, and overnight, all his former book fans disappeared.

Each of the wizards around him who was talking about this topic sneered and claimed that they had seen through him for what he really was, as if he would be ridiculed if he didn't say so.

"--Fifteen years in prison, Wizengamot is not light this time,"

Amosta shook his head slightly and sighed, he didn't know what happened to this guy in the original book, and it would definitely not be worse than now.

Just as Amosta was 'praying' for Lockhart, who was going through prison life, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ear, and his brow furrowed.

"Just sit over there, Draco... Also, didn't you notice that your mother was carrying something in her hands, and how did I teach you? ”

The corners of Amosta's mouth moved, and he smiled inexplicably.

Although Draco, who was flying around the school and was typical of the rich second generation, was not very well-behaved at home, he did never dare to disobey his father's orders, and after taking what was in his mother's hand in a half-taken manner, he rolled his eyelids with his back to Lucius and muttered to Amosta.

..........

"Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff won, and then, Ravenclaw also lost to Hufflepuff, you beat Hufflepuff, you lost to Gryffindor in the final... But the total score is higher than that of Gryffindor, and you won the championship? ”

Amosta raised an eyebrow, looking at Draco, who had become excited and a little restrained because he had met him, and smiled with a wink,

"Wood didn't kill Potter?"

"I suspect he wants to kill everyone on the Gryffindor team!"

Draco bared his teeth in delight, his father's expulsion from the Hogwarts Council had made him depressed for a while, but in the end, the victory in Quidditch had taken back all the face he had lost!

Draco couldn't contain a smile when he thought of the Gryffindor and Slytherin's final score of 170-130 in that game, the moment Lady Hodge announced that Slytherin had won by the big score, and the Gryffindor team who were frozen on broomsticks like petrified.

Lucius remained eerily silent as Draco took the trouble to tell the smiling Amosta the details of the final match, neither looking at his son nor at Amosta, his pale gray eyes just staring at the passers-by in the bar, exuding coldness.

"Draco."

Narcissa Malfoy, who was also silent, suddenly interrupted her son's show-off, she looked at her husband quietly, stood up, and said in a much more solemn tone than she usually communicated with Draco,

"It occurred to me that the few dresses I had ordered at the Offfan Ready-to-Wear store seemed to be finished, and I needed you to accompany me."

"It's just a few clothes, Mom, there's no need to--"

"How dare you disobey your mother's orders, Draco?"

Lucius recovered from his woody state, glared at Malfoy, and said sternly.

Seeing Draco, who reluctantly followed his mother, out of the Leaky Cauldron, Amosta withdrew his gaze, shook out his wand and chanted, 'Shut your ears and listen,' before smiling at Lucius Malfoy,

"Your lady is very beautiful, Lucius, and, very smart."

Lucius didn't speak, he was looking at the inscrutable young wizard in front of him, and before he knew it, his breath was a little shorter.

"--I've heard that you've been in trouble for some time since you lost your position as Hogwarts Regent?

Arthur Weasley, the father of several of the Weasleys' children, seems to have made many rounds to your manor in order to avenge his young daughter, and found a lot of interesting gadgets? ”

Thinking of the scum of the pure-blood wizard, Lucius's gray eyes almost burst into flames, Amosta was right, Arthur Weasley had almost made him a laughing stock among pure-blood families for this period of time, and what gave him a headache was that although Arthur had a low position, he had deep seniority in the Ministry of Magic and had good friendships with many people, and the effect of putting pressure on him through the top was not satisfactory.

"It's thanks to your brother, isn't it?"

Pushing the figure of the self-depraved fool who loved Muggles out of his mind, Lucius took a deep breath and looked at Amosta, although there was a slight smile on his face, but there was no smile in his gray eyes.

"There's one thing that has made me wonder for a long time, Mr. Blaine, you broke into the Slytherin chamber and subdued the brute, saved a few students, and in order to compliment, Fudge even went through a special procedure to award you a useless medal, but why didn't the Daily Prophet report on it at all, as if everything was done by Harry Potter and those reckless friends..."

"What do you think could be the reason, Mr. Malfoy?"

Amosta took a sip of red wine from his goblet and smiled slightly.











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