"Well, Mr. Crouch does think that the 'security plan' submitted by Hogwarts is not perfect."

Not accustomed to being too close to people, Amosta put his hands behind his back and pretended to admire the artifacts in the niche of the stone wall, naturally freeing himself from the arm that Diludo Bagman had placed on his shoulder.

"Ahh

Ludo seemed happy to hear that Barty was not satisfied with Hogwarts' plan, and he jumped up behind Amosta, ignoring Amosta's helpless expression and once again put his hand on his shoulder, and he didn't look at it at all as if he were in charge of a large department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Barty is like that, everything demands perfection, even if you use a wrong punctuation!"

Ludo said cheerfully,

"But dare I say you didn't have a problem with your plan. Speaking of which, Amosta, are you coming to Paris for the first time, Paris is such a good place, these French people really have a hand in enjoying life, if I were you, I wouldn't care about those boring reports. ”

It's a weekday, and it's time to go to work, but not far away, along the sparkling Seine River, many Muggle men and women are strolling leisurely and comfortably with coffee in hand, and many people are swimming in the Seine.

The pace of life here is indeed much more relaxed than in the UK.

Amosta looked at the young men laughing and laughing, and a little bitter smile hung on the corners of his mouth. He has long since been a human being in two lives, and now he does not have this kind of leisurely attitude to enjoy life.

Ludo Bagman chatters in Amosta's ear about the beautiful encounters he had when he was young and came to the city of Paris to compete, but Crouch interrupted his memories after completing the registration process.

"We live on the seventh floor, I have lunch delivered to the room, and for the rest of the day, we have to use the correction 'plan'."

Barty Crouch kept an eye on Amosta, as if he was afraid that he would be seduced by Ludo and put his business aside.

As the official hotel of the International Confederation of Wizards and the French Ministry of Magic, this hotel is very good even on ordinary days. And Amosta, as well as Barty and Ludo, each of these three people is very conspicuous in the outside world, not to mention the appearance of the three people in a group.

Earlier, many people had already been eyeing Ludo and Amosta who were talking, and now that they were about to leave the hall, many wizards who recognized them rushed over to talk to them, hoping to get their autographs.

Two Quidditch-loving fanatics even caught up to the elevator, but Barty Crouch glared at him coldly and retreated.

"Don't be so cold, Barty-" Ludo smacked his lips dissatisfied, "We're here to promote friendship between different magical civilizations, and you should be kind to these international friends." ”

What Ludo said made some sense, but Barty Crouch just kept a calm face and didn't say a word, and Amosta had a feeling that Barty didn't seem to be happy to talk too much to Ludo, especially in front of him.

The layout of the entire hotel is cylindrical, all the rooms are built around the huge pillar in the middle, and on the opposite side of the elevator door, the frescoes engraved on the stone pillars are the last of the fairy jihad, which is based on the pig's head bar and is trying to resist the onslaught of the wizarding army.

Standing on the seventh floor, the highest floor of the hotel, Amosta noticed something carved into the ceiling, and when he looked closely, he found that it was a map showing the general location of all Gringotts in the world, and the center of the map was the Gringotts headquarters in Paris, not far from the Louvre.

Barty led Amosta and Ludo some distance to the right of the elevator hall, then stopped at the door of a room.

Amosta also spent some time at the hotel where the British Ministry of Magic entertained guests, but it was Muggle-run and didn't have much to say about it other than luxury and comfort.

But the French will enjoy it a lot.

The moment he pushed the door open, even the well-informed Amosta couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

He thought he would see a large room full of gilt and diamond decorations, and the decoration style was luxurious to the point of luxury, but the reality was much more exaggerated than he imagined.

In the center of the courtyard, a lawn with many elegant peacocks stands an artistic fountain sculpture, and two rows of luxuriant plane trees are planted on both sides of the clean stone path, guiding guests to a three-storey, snow-white villa nestled in the middle of a secluded forest.

Amosta looked up at the sky, where a ball of light glowing softly was hanging where the sun was supposed to be. A few flawless white clouds will make the vast sky even bluer.

"These French people will enjoy it--"

Amosta couldn't help but sigh.

"It's not cheap to want to stay here for one night --"

Ludo said to Amosta with great interest,

"If it weren't for the invited guests, you would have to pay two hundred gold gallons a day if you wanted to live here, oh - if it weren't for the ministry's honor for the organizers, Barty wouldn't have agreed to pay this money, would he?"

"It doesn't matter, Ludo--"

Barty Crouch said impatiently,

"I want you to realize that Albus didn't defeat those two schools easily, which is enough to show that the situation is serious, and if we can't make sure that the plan submitted is reliable enough, then we are completely dead!"

"I'm not quite sure what we've done before--"

Amosta said suddenly,

"But. Have you tried another option, I mean, trying to deal with the members of the committee in private? ”

"Oh, slippery guy—"

Ludo immediately giggled,

"Isn't it possible to bribe the judging committee, and the minister has also given Barty this hint, but this can't be done, right?"

"Why?"

Amostach said.

"The members of the judging committee have signed a magic contract and cannot accept any benefits from the three parties involved in the event."

Paris said coldly,

"Thankfully, otherwise, Beauxbatons would have been able to prepare for the tournament."

Amosta smiled undeniably, having signed so many contracts, he knew that such a thing as a magic contract only seemed fair, in fact, most magic contracts had a lot of loopholes to exploit.

As Amosta had predicted, he and Barty Crouch would probably come to revise the plan, and Ludo couldn't help, in fact, Ludo made an excuse to run out after putting his luggage in the room, and Amosta and Barty even liked it, and he didn't want to work when someone was nagging around him.

Neither Amosta nor Barty Crouch left their hotel room for the rest of the day, except for a French lunch, which took half an hour to wander around the courtyard of the room.

Working with Barty Crouch was an absolute ordeal for Amosta.

The only thing that the two sides can agree on is to keep their distance from each other, so there is basically no unnecessary communication between the two sides except for topics related to the plan.

It was half past five in the afternoon, and there was still half an hour before the dinner began, Amosta put away the preliminary plan, dug out the gown from his suitcase that he hadn't used for many years, and began to pluck himself, after all, he was not only representing himself now, but Hogwarts would inevitably suffer from jokes if he ran to the reception in an old wizard's robe.

"The reception was held on the second floor, and we couldn't be late."

Dressed in a black evening dress that had been ironed without a trace of wrinkles, Barty walked hurriedly through the courtyard towards the door, and Amosta, who was arranging her bow tie behind him, asked casually,

"So, what about Ludo, doesn't he have to participate?"

"Oh, I think he's already there."

Barty Crouch said in a slightly sarcastic tone, and as he walked to the entrance of the room that stood abruptly on the stone path, he pulled the door open, and at that moment a man happened to pass by them, and when he heard the movement, the man glanced nonchalantly at the corner of his eye, and then stopped.

"Ahh

The tall, thin, goatee-bearded man in front of the door had an unnatural expression, but then he bared his yellowed Yang teeth at Barty and smiled greasy with his arms outstretched.

"I didn't expect to meet you here, Barty."

"Hello--"

Barty Crouch nodded stiffly,

"Karkarov--"

(End of chapter)