The palatial halls of the Ministry of Magic used to be bustling with people, and even on normal days, it was crowded with wizards who came to deal with all sorts of affairs, but now it was late at night, and this kind of thing happened again, and there was no one in the hall, so the guards and alarmists were also urgently transferred to the Quidditch arena to calm the frightened crowd.

Dumbledore was standing at the Fountain of the Magical Brothers, counting with interest the glittering silver and bronze at the bottom of the pool, and he had sensed it before Amosta's real form arrived, and he was the first to turn his head to look at the slightly rippling air.

"It's so fast, Amosta, I thought you would take the time to change your clothes before you came--"

Looking at Amosta, who had emerged from the air, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Thanks for reminding me, Headmaster, I really didn't notice that."

Amosta glanced down at his outfit and snapped his fingers, and then, the dusty robes immediately turned new, and his gaze swept across the empty hall as he strode towards Dumbledore, frowning slightly

"What the hell did Fudge think when something so big happened, and everyone from the Ministry of Magic was pacifying the people at the Quidditch Arena, and Fudge, as Minister of Magic, ran back to his office?"

"Sometimes, some of Connelly's practices and views do cause some controversy and confusion—"

Dumbledore's blue gaze was fixed on Amosta, who came to his side, and his tone was calm, as if he was not at all surprised by Fudge's stupidity,

"For example, before I left his office, he asked me if there was a way I could keep you at Hogwarts."

"Ho--"

Amosta straightened his messy hair at the waterhole, and when he heard Dumbledore say this, he burst out laughing,

"He is afraid that I will take advantage of this opportunity and demand that he step down?"

"At least he didn't ask me if there was a way to put you in Azkaban-"

Dumbledore's silver beard trembled, but there was not much smile in his eyes,

"Your ability to show the wizarding world tonight has exceeded the limits of what Connelly can accept, and if you show a certain desire to become the Minister of Magic, I am sure that many people will support you, and Cornelius simply cannot stop it, especially since people will definitely blame the Ministry of Magic for tonight's disaster.

So, it's not hard to understand why Connelly made such a humorous request, but, Amosta, I'm sure you'll understand that from now on, Connelly probably won't be as kind to you as he used to be--"

Facing the pair of penetrating blue eyes, Amosta pursed her lips,

"You can tell us, Dear Minister, that if he can convince the Board of Trustees to double my salary, maybe I'll be happy to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of my life."

"Oh, if that's the case, I'm sure Connelly will try to grant your wishes, Amosta--"

Hearing Amosta say this, Dumbledore's smile was much more genuine.

The person who is afraid of his ambition is not only Cornelius Fudge, but also Albus Dumbledore in front of him, and even more worried than Connelius Fudge, Amosta knows this very well.

At the fountain, Dumbledore and Amosta fell into a brief silence, looking at the clear fountain, at the pure gold sculptures of witches and wizards above the fountain, and at the centaurs, elves, and house-elves who surrounded them with infinite adoration, and after a long time, Amosta whispered,

"Do you have anything you need me to answer, Headmaster, and I'm willing to do my best to help you out without touching some of my secrets--"

Hearing Amosta's words, Dumbledore's old face stretched slightly, the light in his eyes swayed, and his voice was very soft,

"I want to thank you, Amosta, if it weren't for your timely appearance, I can't imagine how many people would have lost their lives tonight."

Amosta shook his head slightly, Dumbledore was still as clever as ever.

"The witch I fought tonight was here to take Harry--"

The eyes of the two men met again, and Amosta said calmly,

"Maybe you've heard of the dream Harry had during the summer that caused his scars to react, and the woman in Harry's dream was she-"

"Tom did find a good helper for himself--"

Dumbledore said calmly,

"You can't imagine how surprised I was when I heard that there was a wizard of your age and mana who wasn't much different from you, Amosta, so, you mean, this young lady wanted to take Harry at the World Cup, and it was Tom's order?"

"Probably not--"

Amosta shook his head,

"Voldemort expressed his anger at Vitya Cleona's appearance in the Quidditch arena tonight, he was indeed plotting to get Harry, but his plan was certainly not to publicly kidnap Harry in front of 100,000 wizards, he had other plans, and I speculate that his plan should not have been approved by his companions, and this irrational move should be Vitia Cleona's own actions."

"Cleona--"

Dumbledore was not surprised by what Amosta said about Voldemort wanting Harry, in fact, both of them had already expected this, and the name of the witch that Amosta said made Dumbledore extremely concerned,

"If I'm not mistaken, this particular surname, it should come from--"

"You're right, Headmaster, from the Druids, the surname of the sect's leaders for generations, and Vitia Cleona is a contemporary Druidic priest—"

"It's amazing,"

Dumbledore blinked,

"I didn't deal with them, but I did know them, and I thought they were a bunch of peace-loving people, oh, it looks like I'm going to impress Tom, how the hell did he convince them to work for him?"

"That's what I'm curious about."

Amosta's eyes flashed, there were some things he was still pursuing, and there was no need to give out all the information he had.

Looking at the right amount of confusion on Amosta's face, Dumbledore's beard moved, and in the end, he still didn't choose to ask any further.

The two of them took the elevator to the basement level, which was the location of Fudge's office, and for a while after the Greyback incident, Amosta was a frequent visitor to magic, so he was no stranger to it.

Pushing open the door, Fudge was not alone in the bright and luxurious office, there was also the head of the Auror office, Rufus Scrimgeur, who was reporting something to Fudge, and when he saw Amosta who was the first to enter the office, Rufus suddenly closed his mouth, and his eyes that were as sharp as lions were now dodging under Amosta's gaze.

Rufus didn't like Amosta, he always believed that Amosta was not a decent wizard, and that he was undoubtedly fooling the public by coming up with a new name for Grim at the press conference to kill Greyback.

"Ah, it's Amosta, you're here!"

Fudge had also suffered a bit of injury when he had been in the box, his arm had been smashed by the falling ceiling, and now his right hand was being bandaged. Before Amosta and Dumbledore entered, he was sitting in his seat listening to Rufus's report, which should have embarrassed him, and there was a slight reluctance on his fat face.

When he saw Amosta, Fudge subconsciously stood up to greet him, and his ass was halfway up, but he fell back in his inexplicable heart, and after writhing a few times uneasily, he showed a slightly embarrassed smile to Amosta.

Amosta took in Fudge's small gestures, smiling, and his tone remained humble.

"Headmaster Dumbledore said you want to see me, and I really should have an account of what happened tonight, so I'm here but you seem to be dealing with other important things, you see, do I need to avoid it?"

"Oh, no—"

Fudge hurriedly waved his hand,

"You, you stay, I need your help with this, ahem, I mean, well, Rufus, look, can you go about your own business first?"

(End of chapter)