Karkaroff did indeed love Victor Krum, and after Krum threw his name into the Goblet of Fire and made sure there were no accidents, he put his arm around Krum's shoulders and left, completely ignoring the disappointed expressions of the students he had brought to him, and Amosta believed that if the rules of the tournament required that each school must provide a certain number of candidates, Karkaroff might have brought only Krum to the tournament.

In this monitoring, Amosta added a function to the terminal's panoramic telescope, which can not only see the picture, but also hear the sound.

However, in the office, Amosta and Dumbledore, who were scolded by Karkaroff, did not have a look of displeasure on their faces, and both of them looked calm, watching Durmstrang and the others completely disappear into the surveillance screen.

"I didn't expect it--"

Amosta slowly got up, walked to the fireplace, removed the brass kettle from the shelf and refilled the cup, he held the cup, and peered through the gap in the curtain at the kind of Durmstrang teacher and student walking in the darkness towards the ghost boat on the lakeside,

"I thought Voldemort would contact his old servant and let him do it on his behalf, after all, Karkaroff was more convenient than the difficulty of infiltrating Hogwarts-"

"You don't know Tom well enough, Amosta--"

Dumbledore said calmly,

"I don't think he would risk revealing his identity in front of his former followers until he had to regain his mana, especially since some of Professor Karkaroff's actions might not be considered loyal in Tom's eyes after he was defeated by Harry."

Amosta bowed slightly, and he watched Durmstrang return to the ship before retracting his gaze.

The moon's cloudy light behind the clouds did not brighten the earth, but contributed to the darkness and coldness that raged.

Amosta set his sights on the grounds of the campus, where Beauxbatons' carriage was pitch black and all the lights had been extinguished.

At this moment, there was a sudden staggering movement in the foyer, and there was no one around, but the staircase on the side of the foyer sounded a distinct footstep, which had been descending from the stairs to the foyer, and finally, staying in front of Dumbledore's age line.

The person who was secretly hiding seemed to be entangled and hesitant, but she did not act rashly, and for a moment, the only sound in the foyer was the crackling of torches and the sharp, terrifying howl of the wind.

The silence lasted for about ten minutes, and finally, the Hidden One made up her mind, and she stepped over the age line that Dumbledore had drawn, sending a few wisps of silvery mist out of the floating silver coils.

One second, two seconds, three seconds --

Nothing happened, and the Hidden let out a suppressed cheer.

The Hidden Man stood contentedly under the Goblet of Fire, clutching the parchment in his hand, grinning at the corners of his mouth, already fantasizing about fame and wealth.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came, and invisibly, it was as if a pair of big hands held her body, picked her up like a lead ball, and threw out the coil fiercely!

"Oh!"

The Ravenclaw girl, who wanted to take a special path, lay in agony on the cold ground ten feet away from the coil, wailing in pain, perhaps the reflection of the clean marble floor that made her realize that she might have been exposed, and when the pain was bearable, she struggled to get up from the ground, instinctively stroked her face, and then touched a shaggy beard.

"Oh!"

The Ravenclaw girl called a second time, and this time, with even more shame in her voice, she covered her face, sobbed, and ran upstairs, quickly disappearing from the frame.

"Speaking from the heart, Miss Fawcett's illusion spell still has a certain amount of heat—"

Amosta chuckled.

"I agree with you, Amosta--"

Dumbledore said in a amused tone,

"At Hogwarts, Ravenclaw students are the most focused on their studies, so their grades are generally better than the other three houses, and they have always been. To be honest, I didn't expect anyone to be able to prescribe an age-enhancing potion so quickly, and Miss Fawcett might have been prepared early in the morning--"

Da, da, da-

Just then, the rhythmic sound of tapping on the floor interrupted Amosta and Dumbledore's conversation, drawing their attention back to the movement in the foyer.

"Professor Moody?"

Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked at the people who came out of the darkness, and raised his voice slightly, "What did he come down at this time?" ”

"I guess Alastor is on patrol--"

Dumbledore also moved his silver eyebrows, and said in a calm tone,

"Alastor has struggled with sin all his life, his experience and sense of smell are no weaker than you and mine, and it is clear that he is equally aware that if anyone wants to do anything, then tonight is undoubtedly the most opportune time--"

Things seemed to be just as Dumbledore had said.

Professor Moody stayed outside the age line on crutches, his blue magic eye spinning wildly in his sockets, as if to watch for unscrupulous people lurking around him, and after a minute, after confirming that his surroundings were safe, he began to circle around the Goblet of Fire, his eyes fixed on the rough walls of the Goblet of Fire, as if Karkaroff had been manipulated.

In the middle of the moment, Professor Moody paused, looked at the sleeping portrait on the wall for a moment, then turned to leave the foyer and walked out of the castle.

"Going to patrol the grounds?"

Amosta took a sip of hot tea and shook her head slightly,

"He should have put some clothes on himself, it's not that warm outside now, and if he's sick, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will have to rely on me to keep up—"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

I have to say that there are times when the Slytherin imprint on Amosta is very obvious, and you don't expect him to be very lenient with people he doesn't like.

Dumbledore was about to make some excuses for Alastor's reckless behavior in the foyer at the beginning of the school year, but suddenly, the sound of the very rhythmic crutches hitting the floor again interrupted Dumbledore's words.

Moody, who had just left the castle for only a few minutes, turned back, and instead of going upstairs directly, he once again stayed outside the age line, and after the magic eye in his eye socket flickered from side to side a few times, his gaze locked on the broken face that appeared in the center of the ring and appeared in the center of the panoramic telescope's capture image, with a deep expression.

Sincere--

Amosta slowly placed the teacup on the mantelpiece, staring directly into the light and shadow, his brow slightly raised, and his purple eyes were as deep as an abyss.

And Dumbledore on the couch - his back quietly left the soft back of the couch, his face expressionless, the blue pupils behind the half-moon frame reflected a slight chill in the pupils, and under the breeze formed by the heat radiating from the fireplace and the chill of the door squeezing into the room, Dumbledore's silvery hair swayed slightly.

Standing silent for a long time, Moody crossed the age line with a calm expression, and was under the Goblet of Fire, his hand in his pocket, and when he took it out again, a folded note appeared in his palm.

A pale spell flashed, and the blue-and-white flames from the Goblet of Fire shook violently, and even the crudely carved cup itself shook violently, as if it was resisting something. Eventually, however, the rebellion was suppressed, and all was calm, and the parchment in Professor Moody's hand disappeared into the flames of the strange ground it had just begun.

Grunt, grunt, grunt--

Moody was even a little impatient to uncork the wine bottle he was carrying, and he took a few sips of his wine, his ragged breathing and the sudden pouring of liquid into his throat made him cough violently.

As if aware of the commotion, Professor Moody limped away on crutches, and instead of going upstairs, he walked briskly to the side of the foyer, his figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the underground passage to Slytheliclands.

"It's funny—"

The sky, the clouds open and the moon shines.

Amosta picked up the teacup again, calmly looked at Dumbledore, who had also reciprocated with calm, and repeated again,

"It's funny—"

(End of chapter)