In the office with closed doors and windows, the pine wood thrown into the fireplace is burning vigorously, and the surging heat is scorching the air inside, and after a while, the cold office is as warm as a hot spring pool.

Fleur played with her silver hair, fanned herself with a pair of fair, slender squirts, and then, with great interest, asked, "Who is that witch, she looks special, I mean, she's beautiful, when did you meet?" ”

"Pretty?" Amosta smirked, "Isn't it dangerous? ”

"Oh, that's two different things, you know--"

Fleur's eyes were full of temptation, and she said to Amosta in a tone of shared gossip,

"It's a hot topic in Beauxbatons, there's an opinion that you're a couple, but that lady was abandoned by you, so she attacked the Quidditch World Cup in a fit of rage, ah, of course, I know she's in that horrible prison now, but this. Oh, no offense, but that's in keeping with Hogwarts tradition, isn't it? ”

"Hogwarts traditions?"

Now, Amosta was really confused.

"It's just rumor--"

Fleur flashed her sexy eyelashes, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire,

"Gatler Grindelwald was sent to Newmondard by Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, and it is rumored that they--"

Ahem!

Amosta coughed heavily, interrupting what Fleur was about to say, otherwise, he might not be able to hold it down if the old man outside the door came in and went into a rage.

"Alright, Miss Delacour—"

A few black lines floated on Amosta's forehead,

"When I go back, please tell your classmates that the person who attacked the World Cup is just the dark wizard I have been arresting, she is very cunning, and you know, she is very skilled, she once escaped from me."

"That's it?"

Fleur was visibly unhappy with the answer provided by Amosta.

"Miss Delacour, you left your principal and classmates to come to my office just to inquire about this?"

Amosta said with a slight displeasure,

"According to me, after a long journey, you should go back to your lodgings and rest well, and when you have regained your energy, then go and sign up with the Goblet of Fire, I remember telling me that you are confident in becoming a champion of Beauxbatons, and I hope it won't be a joke in the end."

"Oh, no one is better than me, in Beauxbatons!"

Fleur shook her high ponytail and said confidently, she obviously felt Amosta's unpleasantness, so she restrained her flamboyance a little and shrugged her shoulders

"I'm here to see you because we're guests, aren't we, Mr. Blaine, I think Hogwarts should be hospitable, you have to find someone to show us around Hogwarts, and you're the only person I know at Hogwarts."

Amosta pursed her lips, Fleur really made a good excuse.

"I think that's a very reasonable request, Amosta—"

Just as Fleur was glaring at Amosta with an eager face, suddenly, an old voice came from outside the door with a slight smile.

Glancing at Fleur, who suddenly became panicked, Amosta smiled playfully,

"Please come in, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

A smiling Dumbledore pushed the door open, and he looked at Fleur, who was a little helpless when she stood up, and his eyes widened slightly, feigning surprise

"Ah, if I'm not mistaken, you must be Miss Fleur Delacour—"

Dumbledore said with a smile,

"Madame Maxime mentioned you to me, and she thinks highly of you, thinking that you are the most likely student to represent Beauxbatons."

"Oh, thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Fleur's cheeks flushed, and she said solemnly.

Madame Maxim has always told them that even if Amosta Blaine is in the limelight, the greatest wizard in European wizarding is still Albus Dumbledore, in the past, she disdained this kind of argument, but when she really faced Dumbledore, faced with those blue eyes with great penetration and wisdom, she felt that the old man in front of her who had lived for more than a century was unusual.

"Ah, am I not here at the wrong time, Amosta-"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta and said apologetically,

"I just sent Ludo away, and my stomach is about to go on strike because I drank too much mead at the dinner party, so I wanted to come here and take a walk with you—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll leave."

Before Amosta could speak, Fleur took a step forward, she walked around behind the sofa and walked towards the door with her head down, but after only two steps, she suddenly stopped and plucked up the courage to look at Dumbledore,

"Headmaster Dumbledore, when were you--"

"While you've just been discussing some interesting Hogwarts tradition with me, Headmaster Dumbledore has been standing outside the door for two minutes--"

Amosta said jokingly.

"Ah, I didn't hear anything--"

Dumbledore folded his hands under his belly, he tilted his head and stared with interest at the rough lines on the stone tiles on the ceiling, as if it were a beautiful picture, but he immediately said,

"However, I think Miss Delacour's proposal is very reasonable, we should show our guests the long and rich history of Hogwarts, and I think you are the right person, Amosta, no one knows Hogwarts better than you--"

Generous and capable, Fleur was sandwiched between two treacherous and cunning people, like a little white rabbit trembling, and she had no idea how to deal with the current embarrassing situation.

"Understood—"

Looking at Fleur, who was eager to blow up the floor and jump directly to the next floor, Amosta sighed slightly,

"I'll arrange a visit to the Hogwarts campus, Miss Delacour, and if there's nothing else, I'd suggest you get back to the carriage and rest as soon as possible, so that you can have enough energy to join tomorrow's Hogwarts campus tour--"

Fleur clenched her fists all at once, glared at Amosta with 'hatred', and then took a step to leave, but then she stopped a second time and turned and ran to Amosta's desk, where she tore off a blank piece of parchment from the desk and hurriedly wrote her name and Beauxbatons on it under the curious gaze of Dumbledore and Amosta.

"Good night, Mr. Blaine, Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Fleur clutched the parchment in her palm and fled from Amosta's office.

"Ah, what a funny little girl—"

Dumbledore laughed merryly, his silver beard being blown by the cool breeze that rushed into the office through the open and closed doors, and he looked at Amosta, as if expecting some kind of response.

"I think you really should go for a walk in the playground to digest the excess food you ate at the dinner party, Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Amosta said in a deliberately polite tone.

Hula-

The wand fell, the curtains were drawn one after the other, the flames in the fireplace were suppressed to a dull point, and Dumbledore himself walked over to the couch and sat down, facing the blackened wall on that side. The curtain opened, and a chaotic light and shadow appeared on the walls, and Amosta stepped forward, the silver light of his wand floating into the walls.

When Fleur was there, the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in the office was gone, replaced by a dignified and solemn depression.

Looking at the huge, increasingly organized light and shadow on the wall, Dumbledore asked calmly,

"You're sure you won't be discovered, are you, Amosta?"

"I've attached a powerful concealment spell to the panoramic telescope that captures the images, and I can basically eliminate the possibility of detection from all levels--"

Amosta's voice fell, and the last of the shining silver light left the tip of his wand and sank into the flickering wall, and the whole picture shook for a moment before becoming incomparably clearer.

And the image shown above is that in the dimly lit foyer, Fleur Delacour stepped over the previous meeting, and Dumbledore personally arranged the silver-white age line, and threw the parchment with his name written on it into the wooden cup with blue and white flames!

(End of chapter)