Two hours later, Amosta was back in her broken room in the hotel. Amosta slowly returned to the recliner, staring straight into the deeper stars of the second half of the night, his mind spinning silently.

Some of what happened tonight was a bit unexpected, but in terms of results, it wasn't too bad.

In particular, the last request made by the old goblin named Gelson Barna was the biggest takeaway for Amosta's trip to Paris.

In the past few years, Amosta has been active in the underworld, and the contacts he has built are those who walk in the shadows, and when he is invited back to Hogwarts, he gradually pushes him into the public eye as one thing happens after another.

And he has gradually established another set of relationships in 'high society'.

It's actually a matter of time. Between a population, the weak individuals will instinctively want the strong to seek refuge, and as Amosta's power is gradually exposed in the eyes of the people, more and more people will seek his friendship, like Gelson Barna today.

Gelson Barna's 'refuge' was valuable to Amosta, meaning that he had created some influence within another species of creatures with great potential outside of wizards.

Power brings influence, and influence in some cases also means power.

In the second half of this year, Harry would be in his fourth year, and Amosta couldn't remember when Tom Riddle would return to the wizarding world to start a new round of war, but it was conceivable that it would be within two or three years at the latest.

At that time, how will he deal with himself?

What will Albus Dumbledore do, how will the Ministry of Magic respond, and how will Voldemort regain his former power?

He has a deduction in his mind about the reactions of all parties.

For Amosta, the biggest problem is not Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore.

The two men share the same goal, but the surprise of their personalities and ideas is destined to lead to disagreements between them, and if war is imminent, there is a conflict within them, which is undoubtedly fatal.

One side has to back down.

In Amosta's view, Dumbledore's biggest problem is that he is soft-hearted, he always wants to minimize the damage and try to prevent more people from being implicated and harmed.

Amosta, on the other hand, believes that there are no innocent people under the butcher's knife of war.

The so-called mercy is not in charge of the army, and the war is together, he will not allow anyone to be at both ends of the head, whether it is an enemy or a friend, it needs to be clear, and then, gather all the forces to press forward, step by step, step by step to compress the enemy's living space, by the way, to pull out some of the cancers in the magic world.

But to do that, he must first have a stronger influence.

The purple eyes reflected the tail light of a meteor in the night, and Amosta's fist on the armrest clenched, and then released.

He also had to choose the moment to make a good appearance in front of everyone.

On the part of the Ministry of Magic, he also had to maintain considerable influence, which is why Amosta didn't immediately pull out Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mokridge and throw them in front of Barty Crouch.

The Ministry of Magic, led by Fudge, could not face the flood of the situation after Voldemort's return.

Cornelius Fudge's resignation is almost a foregone conclusion, and Amosta's current plan is to push Amelia Bones to the position of Minister of Magic after Connelly Fudge's resignation.

This woman has a certain decisiveness and courage. And he has a certain amount of dissatisfaction with the stale situation in the wizarding world, and wants to seek change, rather than caring about power itself, as Barty Crouch did.

Ludo Bagman is not a wizard worthy of the task, he can become one of the top officials of the Ministry of Magic, and become the director of the Department of Magical Sports, more because for more than ten years, Voldemort has created a power vacuum in the impact on the wizarding world, so that this Quidditch player turned guy has picked up the leak.

But it is undeniable that he is indeed popular with the general public, that is, Ludo has a certain influence in the British wizarding community, so . There is value in use.

As for Cuthbert Mokrich, Amosta doesn't know this guy very well, but judging from his age, it has been a matter of nearly a year or two since he stepped down from his current position, and his reputation is not obvious. But now that he has the power in his hands, and now Amosta is desperate to increase his influence on the Ministry of Magic in the near future.

A strange light crossed Amosta's eyes, and he had already made up his mind about Cuthbert Mokridge.

Early in the morning, on the outskirts of Paris.

Above a meandering tributary of the Seine, a cold mist changes shape with the breeze.

A large area to the north of the river is a paddy field, where several magically driven machines are working in the vast fields. Half a mile away from the south bank of the tributary is a sparse birch forest, and at the edge of the forest sits a five-story wooden house with a red roof and white walls, and at this moment, the chimney of the wooden house is curling with smoke, and the air is full of smoke.

A large clearing in front of the hut was covered with fallen leaves, and a few little ones who looked to be seven or eight years old were playing on the cobblestone path leading to the river.

A playful red-haired boy broke away from his siblings, and he chased a small goblin to the river, and a small fish that jumped into the air from the clear trickle attracted the boy's attention, and he let go of the goblin that had burrowed into the mud, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully stepped on the goose warm stones by the riverbank and went into the water.

The cold water of the morning stream made the little boy grin, but the little fish swaying in the clear water immediately diverted his attention.

He bent down, clasped his hands together, and followed the little fish with great interest, laughing cheerfully from time to time.

Danger always comes inadvertently, and the little boy frolicking in the water does not realize that he is walking step by step towards the center of the stream.

At this moment, the children frolicking in the clearing finally noticed that they were missing a companion, and in the middle of their eyes, a sharp-eyed little girl spotted the little boy in the stream who was walking towards danger.

"What are you doing, Alger!"

The little girl exclaimed, and the remaining two smaller boys were immediately attracted to attention, and the three little ones ran all the way to the river.

"Come on, Alger!" The little girl who stopped by the river cried out breathlessly, "The water in the middle of the river is deep, you will die!" ”

Span!

A few crystal splashes of water splashed in the air, feeling the life jumping in the palms of the closed palms, Alger laughed happily,

"It's no big deal, Kamiya, look what I've caught, oh, why don't you come down together, we can get ourselves a pot of mixed fish soup!"

Alger grinned, he straightened up, and was about to turn around and beckon Kamia and them to come down, but an irresistible feeling of vertigo suddenly hit him, blurring his vision, and in a panic scream that pierced his eardrums, Alger suddenly realized that the world in front of him was tilting in his eyes!

Hula!

A sudden gust of wind suddenly rose on the trickling stream, and on the riverbank, several children screaming in horror suddenly felt a shadow flash in front of them, and then, a young man with gray hair and purple eyes appeared beside them, and under the armpit of this man, he was holding Alger who had fallen into the water.

"Don't worry, little ones, it's all right--"

The gray-haired young man smiled in a friendly way as if it had the power to soothe people, and Camia looked at Alger, who still seemed to be dazed, and swallowed and foamed, feeling no longer so alarmed,

"Who are you, sir, how did you get here—"

The little girl said in a childish voice,

"I mean, this is the Dregon family's private domain, protected by magic, and no one can enter it without an invitation, unless—"

Kamiya flickered her eyes and asked curiously,

"Are you grandpa's guest?"

The gray-haired man smiled slightly, and he was about to put the naughty little guy under his armpit down, but this was, a sudden explosion came from behind the children, and a slightly flustered old figure appeared in the air.

"What's going on, Kamiya, I heard your--"

Halfway through his words, he stopped suddenly, and Vep Dregern, who was dressed in civilian clothes, restrained his stiff expression, he looked at his grandson who was caught under his armpit, and his hoarse voice exuded a strong killing intent,

"What do you want to do, Amosta Blaine!"

(End of chapter)