Unbeknownst to Amosta, a silent conspiracy hatched by Greyback was looming over him, and if he did, he might have liked it.

Because of the trip to Avalon, his strength has improved a lot, in order to make the sudden increase in magic better fit with himself, he found a quiet hotel in the suburbs of London and rested for a few days, and only when his body got used to all this, then packed up and returned to the wizarding world.

The moment he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron Bar, his gaze swept over the slightly gloomy hall, and Amosta, who had returned to the wizard's costume, narrowed his eyebrows slightly.

As a gateway through the Muggle and wizarding worlds, the Leaky Cauldron is supposed to be bustling with people during the summer holidays, and the air should be filled with the aroma of food and drink, but it is not.

At a glance, there were not many people in the dirty and dim bar, only in the inconspicuous seats near the wall, a few guys who had covered themselves tightly in the bar, smoking long cigarette pouches, Amosta glanced at the people casually, silently, but doubts rose in his heart.

Amosta, who was already considered an 'old man' in the underworld, easily noticed that this group of people had the 'smell' of that place.

Amosta didn't think there was anything wrong with the group in the Leaky Cauldron, and to his bewilderment, they were also looking at them with a seemingly unintentional afterglow, and that they were looking at him with a naked, undisguised gaze.

And that's a little bit wrong.

Wizards operating in the underworld know a 'basic common sense', that is, don't be too curious, if you don't have a mind about who to deal with, then you better not stare at someone, otherwise, you are very likely to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.

Since these people are from there, it is impossible for them not to know this common sense.

"Vitia Cleona--"

The first thought that came to Amosta's mind was whether the woman who ran away from him had revealed her true identity, which attracted a group of people who had conflicts with the 'Golden Viper' in the past to ambush, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely.

It's not that she doesn't think Vetia would do that, but if she did, she wouldn't be so unaware.

Including Foley, Jin Viper still has some well-informed friends in the underground world, and if his identity is revealed, he will not be reminded.

Just as Amosta was puzzled, the sneaky fellows by the wall withdrew their gazes, they looked at each other, shook their heads covertly, and lowered their heads to deal with the cigarette pouch in their hands and the rum on the wooden table.

"These guys are looking for someone, but not themselves--"

Amosta narrowed his eyes, a realization in his heart, and his pace returned to normal.

At this moment, a large group of people suddenly poured out from the other side of the bar, they were in a hurry, carrying large bags and small bags, and a little boy of six or seven years old was firmly protected in the middle.

"Mom, why are we going to Paris all of a sudden?"

The little boy who was almost dragged forward was full of resistance, and asked with a muttered mouth.

"Oh, I've told you several times, my dear, it's because your grandmother isn't in good health, and we need to visit her--"

A middle-aged witch with messy hair who didn't look like she had time to clean up before going out replied in a hurried voice.

"You're lying, Mom, I know why..."The little boy's immature face showed dissatisfaction with the perfunctory, "It's all because of that little--"

"Shut up, Baker!"

As he passed by Amosta, the boy's father glanced at him warily and rebuked him in the harshest of tones, "This is not a matter to be discussed in public, we don't know who is reliable!" ”

Amosta turned his head and watched as the family walked out of the door of the Leaky Cauldron, the figure quickly disappearing from his vision, and when he turned his head, he saw that the group by the wall also withdrew their gaze, and their eyes moved in mid-air, each glancing elsewhere.

Something happened, and it didn't seem to be a trivial matter.

Sniffing the tension in the air, Amosta easily came to this conclusion.

"Wait a minute... Let me think, oh, there it is, Mr. Minister, room 11 is still empty, you can put him there! ”

A voice came from the passage next to the bar, and Amosta could tell, it was Tom, the hunchbacked owner of the Leaky Cauldron, talking.

"Minister—" Amosta's eyes moved,

"At dinner time, the Minister of Magic, who is supposed to be present at the drinking party held by those noble pure-blood families, came to the Cauldron Bar to arrange a room for whom?"

The question crossed Amosta's mind, and in less than a second, he had made the decision not to meet with Cornelius Fudge for the time being.

From the two meetings before and after the settlement of the secret room incident last semester, Amosta can see that Fudge is a typical politician.

The 'friendliness' criterion for a good politician is whether the person is useful, or whether he can bring enough benefits to himself.

Amosta doesn't want to have too much to do with politicians, especially big ones like the Minister of Magic, and it's true that connections are a very valuable resource, but the price you have to pay to get them, or the troubles that come with it, are enormous.

"--Well, it doesn't matter, as long as it's comfortable..., by the way, Potter's luggage..."

"I'll deliver Mr. Potter's luggage to his room, don't worry, Mr. Minister!" Tom, the owner of the bar, said politely.

Porter?!

Amosta, who was about to leave quickly, suddenly stopped, and looked at the corridor with a stunned expression.

How many people in the wizarding world can have the noble Minister of Magic personally care about the luggage called Potter?

But... Shouldn't Potter be spending the summer at his aunt's house, how could he suddenly show up at the Leaky Cauldron?

It's only been a week since the two last met, and Amosta is sure she's not misremembering.

The sound of footsteps in the walk became faint, Amosta's eyes narrowed, and then, changing his friendly expression, he quickly pulled open the block next to the bar and walked in, his eyes jumped over Tom who came from outside, looked at the short and fat wizard in the striped cloak inside, waved his hand and shouted,

"Please stay, Minister Fudge!"

Fudge, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze, he turned to look at the young man who was greeting him at the bar, his eyes showing a little confusion, but it only took a short time for the confusion to turn into an accident mixed with a bit of surprise, and this also diluted the depth of the wrinkles on his forehead soaked with exhaustion,

"Oh, look who this is!"

Fudge smiled and walked outside, opening his arms to Amosta

"Medal of Merlin 2nd Degree, Amosta Blaine, an outstanding young wizard who solved the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and donated an incomparably precious basilisk to the Ministry of Magic!"















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