The sealing magic on the lock is a bit special, not a wizard's style, it looks like the magic of goblins and elves, but it still can't stop Amosta from snooping, to put it mildly, the rejection magic on the lock is frozen, and after closing the surrounding sounds, Amosta slowly opened the box.

Looking down at the space inside the box, Amosta's complexion changed subtly, and he fell into silence for a while.

As Amosta sensed, the space inside the chest was not normal, it had been widened by magic, and it was not filled with any treasures, but a room.

The wooden staircase leads to the bottom of the chest, the room is oppressive light gray on all sides, and the interior of the room, which is less than twenty square meters, is very simple - a simple oil lamp on a desk, a hanger with a few shirts and jeans, a bed and a toilet, and all the furniture in this room that looks like a confinement room.

But—

The post of the camp bed below was fastened with a blood-stained chain, presumably to ensure that the imprisoned could reach anywhere inside the room, and this chain was long.

The clothes hanging on the hanger looked like young people, and they weren't the size Barty could wear, especially the ironed little wizard's school uniform without a single wrinkle.

Amosta blinked, and suddenly remembered the half-torn family photo he saw when he entered the door.

Five minutes later, Amosta was back in the living room, and when he looked at Barty Crouch on the couch again, his heart had become heavy.

"Long enough, Amosta, stomach trouble?"

Barty's face was still bloodless, and he stared at Amosta, who was sitting back next to him, a suspicious light in his cold eyes.

"Ahh

Amosta leaned back on the couch and pouted,

"It's a bit uncomfortable, Muggle breakfast isn't much of my appetite anymore."

"Speaking of which, Amosta, why did you ask Weatherby to write to me and insist on visiting?"

Barty was obviously a little impatient, and he looked at Amosta with a gloomy face,

"I suppose you must have gone to great lengths not just to help a swept elf get back to its master, right?"

"What do you mean, Barty, we're friends, aren't we?"

Amosta smiled kindly, seemingly completely unaware of the indifference and vigilance in Barty's tone,

"Knowing that my old friend had a health problem, and even so serious that he gave up his job and needed to rest at home, I should have come to visit, didn't I? Oh, of course—"

Before Barty could get angry, Amosta's words changed, and at the same time, the smile on his face dissipated, his scattered eyes condensed, and the heavy aura he deliberately exuded also made Barty startled, and for a moment, he almost wanted to touch his wand and jump away from Amosta's side.

"I'm coming to you, and it's actually related to the secrecy of the tournament's project, Barty-"

Amosta said in a deep voice,

"Just the other day, while I was chatting with a colleague, I accidentally learned that he already knew about the second event of the tournament, and he told me that it was an employee of the Ministry of Magic who took the initiative to talk to him about it-"

Amosta was written all over his face with displeasure,

"We said we'd keep it a secret, didn't we, Barty, and we couldn't let some of the bad habits from the Triwizard Tournament show up this time.

How much effort we put into the tournament project, but you can see that the second event of the tournament is still nearly three months away, and the leaks are already flying all over the place, and I have reason to suspect that some employees of the Ministry of Magic have even used their access to inside information to make a lot of money in the gambling market where the goblins are located! ”

Amosta's questioning made Barty stunned, he really didn't expect that Amosta's trip was actually for the leak of the championship.

"It's not a problem with the International Department of Magical Cooperation, Amosta!"

Old Barty subconsciously retorted,

"I have given orders to all the officials involved in the planning of the competition, they are not allowed to leak the content of the competition, and the problem is not mine!"

"Oh?" Amosta asked, "Can I understand that, Barty, do you think the problem is on Ludo's side?" ”

"We all know Ludo's style, Amosta!"

Barty said toughly.

"I'm not an Auror for the Ministry of Magic or a striker for the Law Enforcement Team, Barty, it's not my responsibility to investigate the truth-"

Amosta stood up, waving his arms and walking impatiently in front of Barty,

"The reality is that the Ministry of Magic is revealing key information like a sieve! I don't know if Beauxbatons and Durmstrang have managed to get their hands on the specifics of the second match and brainstorm a solution, and Dumbledore and I foolishly expect the Hogwarts warriors to take on the challenge with their own ingenuity.

If you follow my idea, you should have all the employees involved in the planning sign a confidentiality agreement, of course, it may be too late by now, so let's see if we can change the content of the second competition to ensure the fairness of the competition! ”

Barty had been listening impatiently to Amosta's nagging, but when he heard Amosta Bryan want to change the content of the match, his eyebrows jumped and he subconsciously stood up.

"The content of the game can't be changed, Amosta!"

"Why, Barty?" Amosta narrowed his eyes.

"We've broken too many rules this time!"

In just a few seconds, Barty had already thought of the saying,

"We've limited the age of Champions to participate in the tournament, we've given Hogwarts two Champions, and we've made a huge deal of criticism for every change in broadcasting the tournament here across the European wizarding community, Amosta, what would people say if we were to change what we had done in the game. And, I think you haven't forgotten, we've already given the four Warriors tips for the second contest. ”

Barty's statement seemed to really convince Amosta, and he hung his head, as if hesitating, contemplating.

"Well, about the game leaks, Amosta-"

Bhatty struck while the iron was hot and said,

"I'll write a letter to young Weatherby and tell him to sign a magic contract with all the employees in the division who are involved in planning the tournament to ensure that the content of the tournament is not further leaked, and I will ask him to do the same!"

"But what's the use of that, Barty?"

Amosta sighed heavily,

"The news has leaked out a long time ago, and I'm sure many people have already inquired about it."

"At least the third event can be safeguarded, isn't it, Amosta?"

After hesitating for a moment, Barty lowered his voice,

"If you think the leak is unfair to the Hogwarts Champions, Amosta, then it's up to you to personally guide the two Hogwarts Champions, especially the little girl, I think she has a good chance of winning the tournament."

(End of chapter)