Hula-

The breeze, which had just been warm, suddenly became fierce, and Amosta squinted at the wind, and at the end of the sky, where the wind blew, a darkness had eroded the dark sky, and spread in all directions at a great speed.

The veins on Lucius's head jumped hard, and he tried to squeeze out a reluctant smile,

"It's a joke, isn't it, Professor Blaine?" He swallowed a breath of wind as he wanted to cough, "As we all know, the Dark Lord has been defeated by Harry Potter, and he will never be able to return to us, and the Malfoy family—"

Lucius took a deep breath, his face flushed,

"We have been confirmed, there is no connection with that Dark Lord, the Ministry of Magic has confirmed that those rumors are false, even if that person does come back one day, the Malfoy family will not have anything to do with him, he can't use Malfoy Manor as a base camp!"

Amosta narrowed his gaze from the sky, glanced at Lucius Malfoy with a raised eyebrow, then shook his head with a smirk, and continued to walk forward.

What the hell does Amosta Bryan know!

Did he realize that the unformed shadow he had defeated in the stadium on the night of the Quidditch final was probably the Dark Lord?

Normally, Amosta Bryan would not have known this, he didn't have the Dark Mark, he didn't have the unbreakable hidden connection with the Dark Lord, but. Now that he can figure out that it was the person he found who attacked the arena—

The first person that came to Lucius' mind was Severus Snape.

From Draco's mouth, Lucius knew that Severus and Amosta Blaine had a close relationship, and it just so happened that Severus and he were the same as the speculation seemed very likely, the only problem was that Severus did not show up in Quidditch that night, and even if he felt the change, he would not necessarily realize that the Dark Mark had changed because of something.

Near the largest fountain on the estate, there was a sudden cry of fright, and Amostaton stopped and turned his head to see that it was Fawkes. Thinking that the peacocks were playing with itself, it spewed out a small stream of flames that burned the showy tail feathers on the buttocks of several peacocks.

With the help of the strong wind, the flames spread quickly to the whole body of the unlucky peacocks, and for a while, the lawn was full of fleeing 'turkeys'.

Lucius's face was so black that even the corners of Amosta's mouth twitched, and he quickly pulled his wand out of his sleeve and slashed down a small half-mile distance, and the pool of water in the fountain pool suddenly surged, and many columns of water rose from the ground, pounced on the 'turkeys' with precision.

"Don't be naughty—"

Amosta's penetrating voice broke through the wind whistle barrier and was picked up by Fox Aggrieved.

After a little farce, Amosta was not in the mood to move forward, he looked up at the already faint half of the sky, and stopped.

"Have you heard about some pure-blood families' properties being invaded by unknown people recently?"

Amosta asked faintly.

Malfoy's mind was full of things that would topple the family and bring Narcissa and Draco to death, perhaps tomorrow, and it took Malfoy a few seconds to come to his senses when Amosta brought it up coldly.

For a businessman like Lucius Malfoy, who receives a sea of information every day, Amosta Blaine mentions it, while surprising, is not a big deal.

"I've heard some wind--"

In a few seconds of stunnedness, Lucius seemed to have seen through something, and he stared at Amosta with surprise in his eyes, but said quietly,

"But that didn't happen to the Malfoy family's property in the UK, so I didn't care--"

It's not that there are no encounters, it's just that they haven't been discovered.

Remus's ability to do things is not so bad, but he is unlucky so he has a problem, these days, Remus has roughly mastered the unknown industry of the pure-blood wizarding family in the British wizarding world through various channels, only some are particularly cautious, and even hide the secret in the treasury of Gringotts, Remus has not found a way.

Before the sky lost its brilliance completely, an owl rode the rolling dark crest towards Malfoy Manor, hovering a few times in the air, and then, with a sharp swoop, swooped down towards Amosta in the garden.

Lucius took a few steps back, he didn't want Amosta Bryan to think he was peeking into his secret, but curiosity rolled over him when he noticed that Amosta had unfolded the letter that was clearly beyond the normal length of the letter, and a smile of pleasure appeared on his lips.

"Tonight, you find someone to go to the Malfoy family's workshop to cause some chaos, and tomorrow, you escort this troublesome wizard to the Ministry of Magic-"

Amosta asked lightly,

"Is there a problem?"

Lucius's fist hidden in his sleeve clenched suddenly, and he could see that Amosta Bryan came to the door this time to protect the guy who was secretly making trouble, and that guy was acting on Amosta Bryan's orders.

Since Bryan came to the door and asked the Malfoy family to cover for him, that means that the identity of that person has been exposed, and even, it is likely that he has been controlled by the Ministry of Magic, who will it be?

Lucius pursed his lips, guessing in his mind, but then he realized that he didn't need to guess at all, it was a very good thing to inquire about, if that person had already been captured by the Ministry of Magic.

Also, what makes people even more curious is, why did Brian do this?

Is he investigating something, or is he looking for something?

Lucius's eyebrows contracted, racking his brains to think, but when his gaze inadvertently touched Amosta Blaine's deep purple eyes, Lucius's body trembled, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

To refuse or to agree is a question that does not need to be thought about at all.

Lucius Malfoy had no right to refuse, not to mention the deadly tricks that Amosta Blaine knew. If Amosta Bryan were to take his life, he would have no room to resist, and Lucius knew very well that if Bryan had made up his mind to do so, he would do so quietly and without leaving any clues.

"So--"

Receiving the expected reply, Amosta nodded contentedly, he softly called Fawkes in the distance, and when Fawkes suddenly appeared on his shoulder, Amosta faced Lucius, smiled and nodded,

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Malfoy, I'm leaving--"

"Leave?" Lucius' expression froze, "But. . . Dinner—"

"I'm well aware that I'm not a likable guest, Mr. Malfoy—" Amosta chuckled, "I'm leaving, and you don't have to risk breaking the law by letting your lady use an undocumented portkey." ”

"Wait!"

Lucius had heard of Dumbledore's phoenix ability, and he subconsciously called out to Amosta Blaine, but when the trembling heavy eyes pressed on him again, Lucius found that he was completely instinctive in calling for Blaine, but there was no clear purpose.

Looking at the apprehensive Lucius Malfoy, Amosta showed great patience, and he waited quietly for Lucius Malfoy to organize the language.

"If--"

Draco's father, the ruler of the Malfoy family, and a prominent figure in the European wizarding world, Lucius Malfoy's face was pale, and his eyes shook like a young wizard who was about to graduate and was worried about his future.

"What if. If that man does come back one day, Mr. Blaine, will you be willing to shelter the Malfoy family? ”

At night, the wind in the suburbs roared wildly.

"I only shelter those who deserve it, Malfoy—"

With a chuckle, Amosta Bryne's figure and voice dissipated into the wind.

(End of chapter)