Amosta used a little trick when he left the hotel where he was staying, and he changed his appearance, and the reason for doing so was to cause unnecessary trouble.

Although he hadn't left his room these days, he knew how much of a repercussion he was making in the wizarding world right now, judging by the letters and the newspapers that arrived on time every morning.

Truth be told, Amosta didn't expect to be a celebrity, he preferred to live in the shadows, but since that night at the beach, destroying the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes, he knew one thing.

One day in the future, Voldemort really returns to the wizarding world, and when the thief tries to stir up a storm again, Voldemort will not find him in time, and it is only a good vision to stay out of the matter.

In fact, he couldn't do it to watch so many innocent wizards and Muggles die tragically, just like those corpses in the lake.

Was Voldemort scary?

For the general public, this is a question that can be answered without thinking, and for Amosta or Dumbledore, the answer is not terrible, but it is very difficult.

Once the conflict resumes, it is very likely to turn into a protracted war, and the outcome of the war is not determined by a duel, but between two or more huge groups.

Led by Lord Voldemort, some radical families of pure-blood wizarding families and groups of dark creatures who have long been dissatisfied with the wizard-dominated wizarding order. and, I hope that the magical world will subtly complete the transformation in peace, and the forces represented by Dumbledore will be transformed. Add to that the fact that Cornelius Fudge, now Minister of Magic, is the spokesperson, who wants to stick to the old ways and reject both change and the 'conservatives' who return to the Middle Ages.

As the three forces clash with each other, Amosta must make sure that his independent voice is heard, otherwise he will be reduced to a 'super-thug', Dumbledore's or the Ministry of Magic.

To do this, he had to make some 'sacrifices'.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Injuries and Injuries is not far from the Ministry of Magic, however, it is not built underground like the Ministry of Magic, as it is not particularly hygienic, and many patients need to enjoy full sunlight, and you can't fool the patients just by reflecting a little bit of sunshine through the windows.

But in terms of the style of the entrance, St. Mungo's is similar to the Ministry of Magic.

St Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry was built on a Muggle shopping street in downtown London. The wide road is lined with a number of Muggle clothing stores and boutiques, so the street is not a small one.

"It's weird, the rent here isn't cheap, but it's never opened—"

A Muggle woman carrying a large bag passed behind Amosta, and although her appearance had changed, Amosta exuded a unique temperament that made the Muggle woman look twice, which caused her to complain about the shop that Amosta was watching.

In front of him was an old-fashioned red-brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd., which looked as dilapidated and deserted as the telephone booth at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different postures, dressed in clothes from at least ten years ago. The dusty deadbolt was hung with a large sign that read 'Closed for Renovation'.

Although Amosta knew the location of St. Mungo, he had never 'consumed' this before, and his potion level was also at an outstanding level, and he took care of some of the mana backlash suffered by the failure to experiment with new spells, or the damage he suffered carelessly when he was on a mission in the underworld.

After a moment of silence, Amosta pressed his face closer to the ugliest dummy,

"Well, I'm Amosta Blaine from Hogwarts, visiting my students and colleagues."

The dummy in the window nodded slightly, beckoning his fingers to Amosta, and then Amosta noticed a change in the space in front of him, and an invisible door opened in his vision.

Outside, there was a bustling street, and the hustle and bustle of the waiting room of St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Injured was no less noisy outside, and there were many patients in line who made very strange noises, and Amosta saw that among the people in the queue, there was a sweaty witch who seemed to have used the human transfiguration technique by mistake, her face became square, and her mouth was full of steam and shrill horns.

And the front page of the Daily Prophet, which the witch was holding to cool herself, was printed with a photo of herself attending a press conference a few days ago.

The people who appeared here were either enduring pain or too busy kicking their back feet, and no one cared about the curious gaze of an ordinary-looking wizard.

At the front of the queue of patients was a desk at the inquiry desk, behind which sat a chubby blonde witch, but she was rarely interested in answering patient questions, and only pointed impatiently to a large signboard standing beside her, and clutched a copy of the latest issue of Wizarding Weekly in her thick hand.

When she was free, the chubby blonde witch would smile insidiously at a soft-featured, erect young wizard on the cover of the magazine.

Amosta shuddered, and quickly looked away.

He didn't ask which ward Draco Malfoy was in, he just glanced over the sign, and knew he should go to the Spell Damage Section on the fifth floor.

Following the stumbling patient, Amosta walked out of the waiting room and through a narrow corridor lined with portraits of famous therapists, in which Amosta also saw a portrait of Aderi Foley.

Under the ceiling of the hallway floats a series of crystal bubbles that look like soap bubbles and contain illuminated candles. The therapists' offices on either side were filled with hapless wizards, a door that suddenly wafted out of a yellow stench as Amosta passed, and a faint wail could be heard behind the closed door.

Speaking of which, except for when he lived in an orphanage when he was a child, he has not stepped into the door of the hospital in the past ten years. Of course, the school hospital is counted separately.

By the time he reached the fifth floor, Amosta had already captured Draco's magic in the chaotic magical environment, in a hospital room at the innermost end of the long corridor, separated from the mess outside by a large golden wooden door, and a pot-bellied middle-aged wizard was also looking through a copy of the Daily Prophet of the Day.

Among the pure-blood wizard families, the Malfoy family theory is also second to none.

Lucius Malfoy was certainly not willing to let Draco squeeze in with a group of 'inferior people', and it was to be expected that Draco would be served by the best team of therapists in St. Mungo.

"Sorry to interrupt--"

Amosta bent his fingers and knocked on the wooden table in front of the middle-aged wizard, and said politely to the pair of eyes that were slightly empty and confused after putting down the newspaper,

"I'm here to visit Draco Malfoy, can I bother to open the door?"

"Oh!"

The middle-aged wizard hurriedly got up to open the door, but when his hand fell on the door lock, he suddenly came back to his senses, turned and stared vigilantly at Amosta, who had changed his face.

"Did you make an appointment in advance and get permission, sir, if not, according to the rules, I can't let you in!"

"Ah, it's a pity, I just made a temporary suggestion and didn't say hello in advance--"

Amosta smiled and said, "Well, can I tell you that I'm a professor at that kid's school, and I taught him the Levitation Charm. I'm sure he'll let me in. ”

The levitation spell is still taught by hand?

The middle-aged security wizard stared at Amosta suspiciously, slandering in his heart, but then his eyes widened and he shook the newspaper in his hand excitedly at Amosta.

"The professor at the school - you mean, Hogwarts, then - you must know Mr. Amosta Blaine, he's famous, isn't he, I mean, maybe a little presumptuous, but can you help me ask him for an autograph, I wrote to him, but for three whole days I didn't get any response!

Oh. I really miss the time when Lockhart didn't have an accident, he never made me wait more than a day! ”

(End of chapter)