Boom –

On top of the ruins, a broken wooden pillar collapsed, and a large number of broken masonry kicked up billowing smoke and dust, filling the huge space.

"Oh, that's interesting--"

Amosta's slightly cold gaze wandered over this unique cave, and when he was sure that there was no one here, he sneered and muttered.

From the time the early warning magic was triggered, to the time he left the banquet hall and took the elevator up to the seventh floor, the whole process would not take more than two minutes, and after going upstairs, the magic of the nearby floors was all within his monitoring range, but the troublemakers who broke into the room were gone?

Like Hogwarts and many other magical places, this hotel is under the shadow of an anti-illusion and a lot of forbidden teleportation magic, and in theory, wizards wouldn't be able to teleport here, but that's exactly what happened.

Call!

Amosta's palm tensed, and a wand naturally hung down into the palm of his hand, he raised his wand and swept it through, a strong wind falling from the sky suppressed all the dust floating in the air back to the ground, and in an instant, the world in front of him returned to clarity again.

Amosta's body trembled slightly, and his body floated slightly under the breeze, and then, controlling himself, floated away like a collapsed villa.

Whose hand will it be?

The name of Vip Dregern was the first to jump into Amosta's mind. It is not surprising that there is such a speculation, and the resentful look on his face when he left the hotel dozens of minutes ago is still etched in Amosta's mind.

However, Amosta would not be so arbitrary to think that the perpetrator must be Vip Dregern, who has lost face because of himself. Don't. Durmstrang or Beauxbatons are not suspicious at all, for sure!

It stands to reason that the two houses would not do such an unwise thing, because the people who are secretly causing trouble must know that Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic will definitely investigate to the end, and if there are any clues that are caught, then, let alone the organizers of the Triwizard Tournament, this ancient event that represents exchange and friendship is very likely to be cancelled directly.

But. If some people want to gamble, it won't leave a flaw.

Looking down at a pile of broken bricks, Amosta's eyes were dark.

Igor Karkarov. This guy didn't seem to be a decent wizard, and he didn't seem to have a particularly bright brain, having left the banquet hall early after Vip Dregern

Click--

Amosta fell lightly back to the ground, his face indifferent.

It's interesting. Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, who lived with him, had left the banquet hall early, and if they had returned to the room, the intruder would have no chance of destroying the place, but coincidentally, one was going back to the Ministry of Magic to work overtime, while the other, running out to find excitement, was not in the room

Airplanes--

Under the influence of magic, broken wooden beams and broken marble bricks floated from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Amosta walked into the ruins with a milky wand like an eggshell. After a few glances, he located his room.

Everything in the room was so rotten that it was completely destroyed, and according to the traces of magic left in the air, there were many sources of magic that had once appeared here, and they destroyed the villa with a powerful explosion spell, and then, suddenly, disappeared.

There was not a single scrap of paper to be found in the dust on the floor, but Amosta found some black ashes.

His penetrating gaze scanned the surroundings again, and after a few minutes, Amosta was finally sure that the black ash was the one left behind after his security plan had been burned.

In this way, it is not a personal grudge. The other party's purpose is very clear, that is, they don't want Hogwarts to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament. Moreover, the hands-on people were very experienced, and their violent destruction of the villa was not intended to humiliate Amosta, but to cover up the traces that appeared here.

An irregular wall tile shifted its position under Amosta's control, and was buried underneath it, revealing the surveillance glass, an alchemy prop designed by Amosta.

Amosta stepped forward, and after crouching down, he poked his finger at the already unrecognizable surveillance mirror, his face calm.

In the habit of vigilance, although Amosta didn't think that anyone would raid when he was not in the room, he still placed a surveillance mirror with its own screen storage in the bedroom, but it was precisely because this surveillance mirror was in the location of his room, which was the center of the explosion, and only the surveillance mirror with concealment magic and simple defense spells attached to it was completely unrecognizable.

Amosta briefly examined the magic corridor inside the mirror, and dismissed any plans to repair it.

The illusion magic above the false sky was probably the only thing in the room that was still intact, and the sky had a similarity to the magic above the Hogwarts Great Hall, sensing that someone had walked into the villa-confined canopy reflecting the outside night sky in a burst of light and shadow.

Paris is an international city, with the glow of neon lights obscuring the splendor of nature, Muggles can't see a single star, and even wizards can only see the stars in this way.

Dressed in starlight, Amosta quietly stared at the completely scrapped surveillance mirror in his hand for a long time, and unconsciously, the corners of his mouth hung a hint of playfulness.

After putting away the wreckage of the surveillance mirrors, Amosta glanced at the ruins around him, but had no intention of repairing the villa.

"Let's do it first--" Amosta muttered under his breath, "I'd like to see what you have to say." ”

The room was definitely uninhabitable, and although Amosta had a travel tent in his luggage, he was not interested in sleeping with a pile of dusty ruins. He turned and walked towards the exit, intending to find another room with the hotel staff, the bill would be sent to the Ministry of Magic anyway.

"Mr. Bryan?"

The reception was over, and in the corridors on the seventh and sixth floors, there were some guests staying at the hotel.

Madame Maxim and Fleur were talking in a whisper, when they suddenly stepped out of the door beside them, and Amosta, whose trousers were stained with ashes, made both of them look stunned.

"You're in trouble?" Madame Maxim raised an eyebrow and asked in a quiet voice, "Need some help?" ”

"Oh, Madame Maxim, and Miss Delacour—"

At this moment of coincidental encounter, many thoughts crossed Amosta's mind, and he restrained the slight surprise on his countenance and showed a warm smile.

Amosta stared into Madame Maxim's eyes and said with a slightly wry smile,

"Well, yes, we've had some trouble, um. The house collapsed. ”

"The house collapsed?!"

Madame Maxime and Fleur looked at each other, not knowing how to understand Amosta's words.

Not Beauxbatons.

Amosta came to this conclusion almost immediately, and the bewilderment and bewilderment of the two Beauxbatons were not disguised, whether by experience or magic.

"yes--"

Amosta's smile was sincere, and he shrugged his shoulders in frustration.

"I was experimenting with magic in my room, and unfortunately, something went wrong and made a mess of the house inside, oh what a bad luck, I'm afraid we're going to lose a lot of money."

Experimenting with magic in a tuxedo?

Declined his invitation. This is still something that has never been done before, so, it was immediately unlucky?

Fleur moved her slender eyelashes, her lips pursed as if she couldn't help but smile, but she immediately thought of something, and after her blue pupils moved in her eyes, she said sympathetically,

"Oh, that's unfortunate, Mr. Blaine. So, where should you stay? ”

"I'm planning to find a hotel to reopen the house."

Amosta patted the dust on the hem of his trousers, "I hope Barty won't jump tomorrow morning when he knows all this." ”

"I'm afraid this plan won't work, Mr. Blaine--"

Madame Maxim said in a deep voice, "I don't know, this goblin hotel is doing a lot of business, and all the rooms need to be booked in advance, and they probably can't provide you with an extra room outside of the plan." ”

"Uh-"

Amosta really didn't expect this.

"Why don't you invite Mr. Bryan to stay with us?"

Under Madame Maxim's surprised and Amosta's somewhat frightened gaze, the corners of Fleur's mouth curled up, and her voice spoke briskly

"Anyway, the villa is big, and there are a lot of rooms in it, isn't it, ma'am?"

(End of chapter)