The pungent smell of blood was mixed with a rancid stench, and even without lifting Barty's sleeve, Amosta could guess the state of the burns on Barty's arm caused by the Hungarian tree peaks. He looked at Barty, his eyes full of concern like an old friend.

"I'm not going to St. Mungo, Amosta—"

Barty looked really weak, and even speaking was a struggle for him, but he still maintained a cold tone that rejected people thousands of miles away,

"Those healers at St. Mungo's are only exaggerating, and if I live in, it's a problem for me, you know?"

Amosta pursed her lips, briefly falling into silence.

For a politician who might become Minister of Magic, his physical condition is crucial, and if there are rumors that Barty has serious physical problems, it will most likely affect the confidence of his supporters in him.

"I've prepared myself some medicine, it's enough to deal with the trouble that beast is causing me, and of course, as you can see, Amosta, I need to rest--"

Barty glanced at Amosta, and there was a slight dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he blamed Amosta for insisting on coming to the door and disturbing his recuperation.

"Anyway, Barty—"

Amosta looked at him worriedly,

"You need someone to take care of your life. Look at the mess in this house, there is not a single firewood in the fireplace, the water in the teapot is cold, the kitchen is full of muggle junk food, and I guess you have a lot of dirty laundry in the laundry room, which will not help you recover quickly. Seriously, you should at least find someone to take care of your life. Oh--"

Amosta suddenly raised his brow, as if remembering something, and his appearance made Barty, who was sitting across from him, have a subtle wariness in his eyes.

"I do remember something—"

Amosta said thoughtfully,

"The house-elf you fired is currently working in the Hogwarts kitchen"

Even Barty was caught off guard by Amosta's words, and he subconsciously asked,

"You mean Twilight?"

"It's Twinkle, Barty—" Amosta narrowed his eyes,

"This elf has lived a long time since you left, and then by chance, it entered the Hogwarts kitchen, oh, but to be honest, it wasn't happy there, and it still misses serving the Crouch family and working for you. Seriously, don't you think about re-accepting it for you, I'm sure it should have taken good care of your life before that happened-"

"It's amazing, Amosta--"

Amosta's proposal did make Barty moved, but instead of accepting Amosta's proposal, he looked at Amosta vigilantly,

"I'm amazed that a wizard like you cares about the happiness of a pikemon who has been swept away, Amosta. If it were Dumbledore, I wouldn't be so weird! ”

"It's a coincidence--"

In a flash of thought, Amosta smiled happily,

"Gryffindor has a couple of young wizards who don't sleep in the middle of the night and sneak into the school kitchen in search of excitement, only to be caught by me with a little elf named Dobby, who used to serve the Malfoy family, but like Twilight, made a mistake and was kicked out of the house.

This elf named Dobby knows Harry Potter. He and his friends slipped into the kitchen, and Dobby and Twinkle were friends, and they joined Hogwarts together, so--"

Amosta shrugged,

"I was listening to Harry Potter and his friends confess the 'facts of the crime' when I learned about it by accident."

Let the sparkle come back --

I have to say that Amosta Bryan did inadvertently make a tempting proposal for him, it should be unintentional Amosta Bryan's expression did not look like he was lying, he should have accidentally known that Flash, how could a wizard like him deliberately pay attention to a humble house-elf?

Let the glitter come back. Twinkle was probably the only thing in the house that didn't make him sick.

"Alright, Amosta, let's do it--"

After a long hesitation, Barty said in a low voice, "I am indeed struggling to cope with the current situation alone, if Twilight is really still loyal to the Crouch family, and deeply aware of its own mistakes, I can give it a chance. Of course! ”

Barty glared at Amosta with sharp eyes, as if to penetrate Amosta's heart,

"I accept your offer, Amosta, and I want you to keep this matter a secret, understand, if it is known that I have re-accepted Twinkle with your wisdom, it will surely understand how much it hurts me!"

"We're friends, Barty--"

Amosta smiled sincerely, "We've worked together and made the Triwizard Tournament together, and I'm not going to do anything bad for you. Oh, your elves will be cheering, but you'll have to wait two days, Barty, and only Dumbledore has the right to release the elves, and he's been out for the past two days."

Amosta's joy at Barty's acceptance of his offer seemed to be genuine, but his heart sank suddenly, and his suspicions at the first sight of Barty had been confirmed.

At this moment, the water in the teapot on the mantelpiece made a gurgling sound, and Amosta walked over, took the kettle down, and rummaged through the shelves above the fireplace, and Amosta found only a few tea bags of black tea in a jar.

"With the care of the elves, I'm sure you'll be healed soon, and Batty Percy will be happy about it, so that the International Department of Magical Cooperation doesn't become a mess after you leave, he's taken on a lot of pressure these days--"

After smacking his lips in dissatisfaction, Amosta tossed the tea bags into each of the two cups and brought them to Barty.

"Percy?"

Old Barty looked a little stunned, and after a pause for a few seconds, he reacted,

"You mean Weatherby. Oh, this young man is very passionate--" Barty said with some displeasure in his tone, "very passionate, but inexperienced in dealing with many problems!" ”

Amosta smiled, he straightened up and looked left and right,

"Can I use your bathroom, Barty?"

"Oh, go down the hallway, turn left and the second door is—"

Looking at the back of Amosta, who strolled past and disappeared around the corner, Barty's cheeks twitched covertly, and the depths of his eyes revealed a trace of imperceptible madness.

Click-

As the bathroom door closed, Amosta's lilting smile vanished, and his grim, penetrating gaze roamed the room in all directions, and he 'saw' Barty sitting on the couch with a teacup, quietly waiting for him.

Amosta withdrew his gaze toward the living room, his gaze at his feet, squinting and staring deeply. After a few moments, his body suddenly became fluttering, and when he turned around, he turned into a ghost, silently seeping into the ground.

The anti-intrusion magic, speculum and other props arranged in the room in the underground secret room immediately reacted to the intruder, but before these magic actions, the reappeared form of Amosta's eyes flashed with a sharp flash, and he waved his wand violently, instantly freezing all the magic flow in this secret room, paralyzing all the anti-invasion facilities in the room.

This is Barty's treasure room, a room the size of a classroom neatly displayed with more than a dozen bookshelves-style shelves, each shelf, filled with priceless treasures, and Amosta even saw a golden gem the size of a baby's head on a nanmu base.

Most of the shelves are filled with antiques from various magical civilizations with a long history and high research value, and on one of the walls of the secret room, there are many cold weapons that glow with cold light, and the shape is both elegant and beautiful, which looks like they come from the hands of goblins who are good at crafting.

Amosta paused for only two seconds in front of a shield glowing with silver, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, if he remembered correctly, the thing had flowed out of his hand, he ignored a room full of collectibles that could make most of the people crazy, and walked quickly to a dusty wooden box resting on the ground leaning against the corner, and after a brief squint, Amosta raised his hand and slowly touched the lock of the box

(End of chapter)