On a new day, when the sun rises, the cool sunlight dispels the joy of the night, and the city of London is rejuvenated.

Today's temperature has risen, but it is still cold, forcing the soft snow to turn to ice, and the streets are punctuated by pedestrians who are in a hurry to slip on.

"Oh, oops!"

At the intersection of the subway, a young lady wearing a goose yellow coat and stepping on high-heeled black leather shoes finally 'killed' out of the crowd, but unintentionally stepped on the ice flowers on the blind sidewalk, and her body suddenly lost her balance, and the whole person leaned back, and the steaming black coffee paper cup dragged in her hand for refreshment also flew backwards.

Just when the lady thought she was doomed, a strong hand suddenly supported her back and helped her stabilize her body.

"Thanks--"

The lady who stood firm patted her chest and gasped for a few breaths, then turned to look, and her cheeks with beautiful facial features suddenly stiffened.

It was a young man who had just helped her avoid embarrassment and might even have to go to the hospital. This well-mannered gentleman has soft, shiny gray hair in the light of the rising sun, handsome facial features and a dignified posture that does not show any stretch even if he wants to be a movie star, and the most fascinating thing about this man is his eyes.

Mysteriously, in the depths of the lilac eyes, there seems to be a starry sky hidden, and this flowing starry sky seems to have a terrible gravitational pull, and gazing at it deeply, it seems that even the soul will be deprived.

"You're welcome--"

Amosta smiled, and he handed the somewhat hot paper cup to the Muggle girl.

"Oh, thank you--"

The Muggle girl with red cheeks hurriedly repeated her thanks, and when she found that the coffee in the paper cup she had just thrown out had not been spilled at all, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned and asked,

"How did you do that?"

"Oh, it's just a quick reaction, it's not a big deal--"

Amosta smiled,

"Well, then, I wish you a good mood today, beautiful lady-"

Amosta nodded to the Muggle girl, and stepped away, walking away from her.

On the crowded street, the girl watched the gray-haired man walk away from his back, biting his lower lip and looking obsessed, and she woke up when she saw the man turn and walk into a small alley that she had never noticed.

Without thinking about how ugly her supervisor's face would be if she was late, the young lady threw her coffee into the trash can on the side and picked up her steps to chase after her.

"Hey, please wait!"

Chasing to the entrance of the alley, Louise picked up a few strands of pale blonde hair scattered in front of her, and shouted at the back of the gray-haired man,

"I'm Louise—"

Facing the calm gaze of the gray-haired man who was stationing, Louise's heart pounded, and she held back her panic,

"Louise Adele, that's my name, I'm a reporter for the London Daily News--"

"Hello, Ms. Adele, I'm Amosta Blaine--"

Amosta pursed her lips,

"Is there anything else I can do to help you?"

Amosta Blaine.

"Oh, no--"

Louise clenched her fist hidden in her cuffs, keeping the name in her heart. She was ashamed of her behavior, and to be honest, it was the first time she had accosted a man she had just met on the street!

"I was just thinking—"

Louise gasped slightly,

"Wondering--Mr. Blaine, where should I go if I want to see you again?"

Amosta blinked, neither stunned nor surprised, just nodded slightly in apology,

"I'm sorry, Ms. Adele, I don't show up in this country very often, and if you want to treat me to a cup of coffee, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time-"

The rejection in her words couldn't have been more obvious, and Louise nodded in despair and exited the alley.

Bang! A sudden soft noise in the alley surprised Louise - she could at least have a phone number, wouldn't she?

And when Louise rushed into the alley again, the man who had just called himself Amosta Blaine was no longer where he was, and there was no one in the straight alley as far as the eye could see, and the shops on either side were closed, and it was impossible for him to break into the shop

"Damn, do you know magic, walking so fast?"

The cold wind whipped up a few old newspapers on the ground, and in the deserted alley, there was only a Muggle girl stomping her feet in chagrin.

"I'm Arnold Pisgood, Mr. Blaine, I'm a registered deregisterer of the Reversal of Accidental Magical Events team, Professor Blaine, it's been a pleasure to meet you, can I shake your hand?"

"Oh, Mr. Blaine, I'm Raimondo White, working at the Phantom Shifting Testing Center, is there anything I can do for you?"

"You must have come to talk to the Minister about something important, Mr. Blaine, and I can report to you if you need it!"

A short, square-faced, middle-aged wizard excitedly squeezed in front of Amosta,

"By the way, I'm Eugene Jenkens, working in the centaur office, ho-ho, I'm very idle, and I have time to walk around for you!"

It wasn't until the elevator went up that those enthusiastic smiling faces disappeared in front of his eyes, and Amosta, who had always maintained a friendly smile, withdrew his smile and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the night of the Quidditch Finals, Amosta helped the Ministry of Magic search for some notorious Dark Wizards, and he was in and out of the Ministry of Magic frequently during that time, and every time he appeared, he basically caused a lot of commotion. He thought that after a few months, his heat should dissipate somewhat, but he didn't expect that the situation had not changed at all.

Barty's office location is also familiar to Amosta, after all, the two of them have worked together to qualify for the Triwizard Tournament. He took the elevator up to the fifth floor of the International Magical Cooperation Division, and after causing a burst of exclamations in the solemn corridor, he finally arrived at the door of Old Barty's office.

"Please come in--"

The crisp voice of the young man from behind the door revealed a deliberately pretended calmness, and the corners of Amosta's mouth moved, and he pushed the door in.

Whoosh, whoosh –

There are many pale purple paper airplanes flying around in the huge office space, and the chaos is almost like a plane crash scene, while the fireplace in the room is still bubbling with paper airplanes stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Magic.

Amosta's eyes pointed to the innermost part of the office, old Barty was not behind his desk, which was not surprising, and under the bookshelf on the side of his original desk, there was a new assistant desk, the third son of the Weasley family, Percy Weasley, after seeing Amosta walk into the room, immediately jumped up from his seat, he panicked out from behind the desk, and the dozen planes hovering above his head seemed to be dissatisfied with Percy's desertion, and swooped down from mid-air, pecking at Percy's head,

Bang!

"Oh, damn it, you guys—"

Paper airplanes obscured Percy's vision, and by accident, Percy fell out from behind the desk, and he staggered up, but those paper airplanes still refused to let it go, and the paper airplanes that were originally circling around the room seemed to be fed up with waiting, and attacked Percy one after another, and for a while, Percy's whole person was wrapped in countless paper airplanes.

Seeing this, Amosta's lips moved, he shook out his wand and swung it cleanly, accompanied by a tangible wave that swept through the office, as if time stood still, and the paper planes that were swept by the waves hovered in mid-air one by one, and Percy himself took advantage of this opportunity to crash out of the encirclement of the paper planes.

His hair was messy, and he had lost one of his shoes during the fight with the paper airplane.

Percy looked down at the foot on the woollen floor, blushing, and rushed into the pile of paper to find it.

"Bryan taught. Ahem! ”

When Amosta asked those paper airplanes to line up in an orderly manner, Perciton, who finally found his shoes, blushed and straightened his body, faced Amosta, clenched his fist under his lips and coughed twice, and said in a deep voice,

"--I mean--Welcome, Mr. Blaine, is the road going well?"

"Ho-ho, I'm going well, Mr. Assistant-"

With a lilting smile on his face, Amosta put his wand back in his pocket, and as he walked towards Percy, he scooped up a paper airplane and glanced at it.

"I'm sorry if I knew about you. Oh, it says that the toilet in the bathroom over there in the office of the International Federation of Wizards Chapter has exploded, I hope you can deal with it in the past, do I wait for you a while? ”

(End of chapter)