Amosta didn't stay at the Malfoys' elaborate dinner, not in the first place, knowing he wasn't a welcome guest, but it was Narcissa's 'delicate' spoonkey that made him laugh.

Fearfully, Malfoy was frightened by his surprise visit.

Amosta has always been very optimistic about Lucius Malfoy, although this person's past is bad, and many thoughts in his head are also contrary to him, but it is undeniable that Lucius Malfoy is a smart man with a clear head.

Although he worked for Voldemort when he was young, and was once trusted by Voldemort, he was not the same thing as the famous and crazy Death Eaters imprisoned by Azkaban. Amosta could see that in Lucius Malfoy's heart, family and family were far more important than loyalty to Voldemort, but he was a bit difficult to ride a tiger now.

It's a lot easier to communicate with smart people, so Amosta isn't worried about Malfoy playing right and wrong with Remus.

Bang!

The brilliant fire dissipated, and the quiet alleyway was once again covered in darkness.

"I'm sorry, Fawkes, you're not fit in a crowded place—" Fawkes fluttered to land on Amosta's shoulder, but was blocked by Amosta, Fawkes' ruby eyes showing obvious displeasure.

"You can have some fun on your own, and you don't have to rush back to Hogwarts."

After Fawkes left, Amosta looked left and right, and after confirming his bearings, he walked briskly down the narrow alleyway, and in a few moments, he broke away from the alley and came to the spacious street of Diagon Alley. On the other side of the street is the Cauldron Bar, famous in the wizarding world.

Fortunately, the attention of the wizards in the area was on the bustle of Diagon Alley, and no one noticed that the famous Amosta Bryne was around them, but the silence ended until they entered the filthy hall of the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom, the barkeeper with his hair almost all gone, looking like a shriveled walnut, was chatting with a little old man in a bowler hat, a couple of undecent-looking old wizards sitting in the corner of the room with small glasses of sherry, and one of the guys with a long cigarette pouch made the hall smoky.

"Oh, oh my God!"

The bar owner casually glanced at the guests who came in through the back door, leaving the little old man behind the bar in a hurry, he rushed to Amosta, and was so excited that he almost cried.

"Mr. Boo, Mr. Bryan, what can I serve you?"

The whole Leaky Cauldron was silent, and the old wizards in the corner of the room with burns on their faces bowed their heads one by one when they saw Amosta's gentle gaze sweeping over, and the guy with the cigarette stick simply pestled his long cigarette stick into his wide sleeve.

"Long time no see, Tom—"

Amosta said kindly,

"I'd like to have a private room because I'm going to meet someone to talk about something important, and of course, I might need to eat something before then--"

During Sirius's summer escape from prison in Azkaban, he was commissioned by Fudge to take care of Harry, who had run away from home, and Amosta lived in the Leaky Cauldron for a while, so he was still familiar with his boss. However, the owner of the bar was not so enthusiastic about him.

Everyone greeted Amosta Bryan with their eyes and followed the boss Tom into the box area, and many people were obviously moved to come up and make friends, but Amosta Bryan seemed to have an 'aura of resistance' on his body, and until Mr. Bryan's figure disappeared, no one dared to take action.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Tom, the boss, knocked on the door of the box with a tray, and to Amosta's surprise, the tray was full of all kinds of drinks, but there was not much to eat.

"Oh, it's all ordered for you by the guests at the bar, Mr. Brian—"

The shriveled boss bent over, his eyes shining with joy

"They all want to have a drink!"

"Thank you to them for me, but--"

It was not the first time that Amosta had experienced a similar situation, he skillfully reached into his arms, grabbed a handful of golden galleons and put them on Tom's tray, and smiled gently,

"I can't take advantage of people for nothing, Tom, this gold should be enough for each of the guests in the hall to have a glass of the strongest flame whiskey."

"What a generous gentleman you are, Mr. Brian!"

Tom, the owner of the bar, said with a respectful look on his face, and he cautiously exited the box and closed the door, and in a few moments, the cheers that resounded through the hall reached Amosta's ears, and the corners of Amosta's mouth were filled with a sincere smile.

When the clock hanging from the mottled and gray wall of the box indicated the time between a minute and seven o'clock, there was a sudden sound of high heels tapping on the wooden floor in the corridor outside the box, and Amosta took a napkin and wiped his mouth, and when he had just made the mess on the table disappear, there was a knock on the door of the box.

"Oh, Amosta Blaine!"

The woman who walked into the box was as bright as ever, she was wearing a banana yellow robe today, her long nails were painted dazzling pink, her eyeshadow was colorful, her hair was still delicately curled, and of course, the crocodile leather handbag that never left her was also with her today.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have completely forgotten what had happened before and after the events of Greyback, and as soon as she entered the room, she couldn't wait to slam the door behind her, facing Amosta with a beaming expression.

"Good evening, Rita--"

Amosta smiled inexplicably, and he gestured to Rita and invited her to sit down,

"Let's sit down first, and we can taste the drinks prepared for us by the warm, well-meaning people in the hall. Don't take it out, your quill won't be of much use tonight. ”

There was a hint of annoyance in Rita's green eyes, but she did a good job of hiding it. She tucked her handbag under the table, and then held her large, manly hand across the table to Amosta.

"I didn't expect to hear from you, Brian, how are you doing, oh, have you read my speculation about Quidditch Final Night and the truth about the attack in the Daily Prophet last month?"

"It's amazing—"

Amosta held up a glass of sherry and raised it at Rita,

"I mean, you think I'm Cornelius Fudge's new thug, and I'm very objective with the Ministry of Magic and stuff like that--"

Rita Skeeter didn't show the slightest crampedness, she even said with interest,

"I just think a wizard like you should be a little rebellious."

"Thank you very much for your frank advice, Rita, may you please keep your quill from dangling in your handbag, I'm afraid something will happen to it later."

Amosta said with a smile.

"Oh, this quill is a bit old, and sometimes it doesn't listen to me."

Rita threw a smile on her heavily powdered face, and she kicked the handbag as if angry, and then, taking a deep breath, staring at Amosta Bryne with burning eyes, she couldn't wait to ask,

"So, Brian, would you like to talk to our readers about the mysterious witch of Vitia Cleona, oh, the people still heard the name from your mouth, I said before, she is just as powerful as you, and she is not fame-conscious, you belong to an unknown organization, you have a holiday, right, I mean, the people are very interested in your relationship, you are. Oh, couples? ”

Before summoning the woman Rita Skeeter, Amosta had anticipated this scene, smiling unmoved and snapping his fingers.

Bang!

Rita Skeeter was startled by a sudden crisp explosion in the small box, and she almost thought that Brian was angry, but nothing happened, just neat stacks of parchment slowly floating down from the air and landing on the table in front of Rita.

"What is this?"

As if remembering that the person in front of her was a powerful wizard of the current generation, Rita's eyes were full of horror.

"Let's see."

Amosta rested his glass on the table, his back pressed against the back of his chair, and smiled with his fingers intertwined.

(End of chapter)