As Madame Maxim said, when Amosta approached the waiter of the hotel and asked for another room, he was told by the hotel staff that all the rooms had been booked by wizards from various countries on business, and even the rooms used by the employees were over-used, and during this time, the hotel service staff had to sleep in the laundry room.

Of course, Amosta would not choose to live in the same villa as Beauxbatons.

It's not a question of how many rooms there are, but it's terrifying.

If anyone accidentally knows that he walked into the room where the representative of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located and has not come out all night, I don't know what rumors will come out next! Eventually, he returned to his messy room, pitched his tent on an unspoiled lawn, and barely survived the night.

"Are you sure!"

Looking at the collapsed villa in front of him, Barty Crouch's terrifying expression reminded Amosta of what he had seen when he had fought for Peter's death sentence in the Wizengamot courtroom.

The director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the British Ministry of Magic turned blue at the moment, his eyes bulged out of anger, and the killing intent and hideous expression on his body were like those of a red-eyed gambler!

"Are you sure Beauxbatons isn't involved in this?"

Amosta could understand why Barty was so angry, firstly, sneaking into their room and destroying the residence and the security plan they had prepared, this act was like giving the British Ministry of Magic a slap in the face in front of everyone, and Barty Crouch, as the representative of the Ministry of Magic, felt especially painful.

Moreover, the Triwizard Tournament is his 'political project', and if this event is really implemented under his promotion, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry becomes the organizer of the event, then his reputation in the British wizarding world will immediately increase significantly.

If Hogwarts is lucky enough to win the Triwizard Tournament again, it will be a happy thing for Barty.

The son who brought him infinite humiliation, the son of evil who had made his lifelong dedication to the sand of the cause, could finally be swept away.

And now, someone is once again trying to stop him from getting back on the right path in life - Barty glares at the ruins with bloodshot eyes, and he swears in honor of the Crouch family that he will make that man pay!

Who is the murderer?

Barty is also thinking about it, and even his thinking is more complicated than Amosta's.

In the first echelon of the object of his suspicion, it is Vip Dregern, whose reputation was destroyed last night!

This guy himself is not dealing with Dumbledore, and it is very normal to be angry with Hogwarts because of this, plus the humiliation he received at yesterday's drinking party, several overlapping, he is the most reasonable, and has the connections and ability to do this kind of thing.

The second echelon is Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

As their current direct competitors, it is possible for them to do such a thing in order to undermine the success of the Hogwarts campaign.

Of course, anger is anger, and Barty has not lost his mind.

The reason why these two schools are placed in the second tier is that Maxim and Karkaroff should know that if they are caught, the consequences will be more than just disqualification.

The third echelon is complicated.

Will Connelly have a dark hand? It's certainly possible.

No matter how stupid Fudge is, the Minister of Magic after so many years should have a bit of a brain, and he should think clearly that if he pushes Hogwarts to the position of the tournament organizer, then he will become his biggest threat!

For these reasons, Amelia is also doubtful

Thinking of this, Barty was shocked!

If it was really Amelia's order. So, could it be a thief shouting to catch a thief?!

After all, it's a strange thing - a group of people broke into a heavily guarded hotel, destroyed their room without knowing it, and then quietly left, without missing a beat. How is this done, is the hotel's security measures all decorations, or is the hotel itself cooperating?

If it's a thief shouting to catch a thief. Barty's breath was stagnant, and he glanced at Amosta, who was holding his arms beside him, and at this glance, Barty immediately looked surprised, because he found that Amosta was also looking at him with the same eyes!

"You suspect it's me, Amosta!" Barty was taken aback, "This is ridiculous, what reason do I have to dismantle my own stage!" ”

"I did suspect before, Barty, after all, you left the party last night and walked into this house with a good name--"

Barty's face became more and more ugly, and before he broke out, Amosta, who seemed to have completely gotten rid of the negative emotions brought to him by this incident, smiled slightly,

"But just now, I've ruled it out."

Amosta's words didn't make Barty's ugly face much better, and he was about to say something, when the door isolated in the stone path suddenly creaked, and a sneaky head stuck in.

It's Ludo Bagman who came back after a night of fooling around!

"Aha, I'll just say you won't miss the business, Barty, you're up early!"

When he saw Barty Crouch standing outside a tent with a cannibalistic expression, Ludo's face froze, and he sneered, and then he turned his gaze to Amosta, who had a smiling expression on his face, and his heart skipped another beat.

"Amosta, you too, what's going on in this house!"

After Amosta said what was going on, Ludo's face was much better looking than Barty's, but it was also carried on his shoulder.

"What now?"

Ludo walked up and down in front of him, actively thinking about countermeasures,

"We. . We, of course, need to find out who did this, right, since Amosta said that he didn't have a clue, there must be nothing good in the ministry, oh Connelly must know that if this happened when I ran out, he would definitely kill me! ”

"It's not just him, Ludo—"

Barty gritted his teeth and said,

"I'm not going to let you go!"

"Let's not talk about anyone but Amosta, after all, oh"

Ludo came up with a set of excuses to shirk the blame, but, seeing Barty's expression on the face of how dare you say that I will take out my wand and kill you, he shrunk his neck and quickly pushed the topic elsewhere,

"I mean, plan!"

Ludo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly,

"The investigation can be backed, but the priority is the plan, Barty, that's all that matters!"

"Thanks for the reminder, Ludo, I almost didn't remember!"

Barty was almost mad, and he glared at Ludo with bulging eyes, causing Ludo to take two steps back.

"Don't worry too much about the safety plan--"

At this moment, Amosta suddenly spoke in surprise.

Don't worry too much? Obviously, this is the most important thing at the moment!

Counting today, they only have three days left, and they don't have the time to start from scratch!

Barty and Ludo were glaring at Amosta, trying to figure out what he was talking about, and as they watched, Amosta swiped his wand from his cuff.

Inside the tent with the door half-open, hundreds of blank parchments burst out of the air and made a sound like cold arrows, hundreds of parchments lined up in front of the three of them, forming a screen the size of a movie screen, and then a quill flew out of the tent and hovered in front of Amosta.

Bite--

In the pleasant crispness, the single quills shook out the afterimage, and in an instant, the afterimage turned into a real thing.

"In addition to being sharp-tongued, I also have a pretty good memory-"

Dozens of quill pens suddenly flew into the sky, and quickly filled the parchment paper on the parchment spread out in mid-air with the speed of drawing an afterimage.

"Everything I've read or written down by myself, I can basically forget every word--"

Looking at Barty and Ludo, whose expressions changed subtly, Amosta smiled slightly,

"So, the bad guy who did this is counting on this to stop me."

In the middle of speaking, Amosta suddenly stopped, he didn't pay attention to Barty Crouch, who was releasing a signal of happiness like 'the aftermath of the catastrophe', but looked at Ludo Bagman, whose lips were white, and his eyes narrowed slightly

(End of chapter)