Walking out of the majestic gate of the ice castle, the two of them stood in front of the gate for a while, quietly watching the little sorcerers in the square.

Fred and George, tired of fireworks, took the business to the hands of the 'foreigners', and they came up with the canary biscuits, which were recently hot, and Grand Duke Lee Jordan selflessly stood up to demonstrate the results of the joke products for the little wizards of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

After a rapid tremor of his body, Li Jordan slammed into a beautiful canary under the gaze of many interested eyes, and then, strutting up and down in front of the crowd of onlookers, his strange appearance caused Gabrielle to giggle non-stop, and even Fleur's eyes lit up, and she took out a large handful of Galleons from her pearl bag without hesitation.

Amosta secretly warned himself that if he received a snack gift box from the little wizard in the school recently, he must remember to check it before eating.

After looking at it for a moment, Amosta took the lead and followed silently after Professor Moody turned and glanced back at the castle that seemed to be made of the purest crystals.

To the right of the square, there is a flower bed of vines and beautiful flowers on the ice, the handiwork of Professor Sprout.

And this undoubtedly provided a good place for those students who couldn't restrain their love, and Amosta and Moody, who walked past the flower garden to the shore of the lake, noticed that in the shadows that the light of the ice castle could not reach, at least seven or eight couples kissed fiercely, and even, those who were deliberately confused, even the dance skirts 'accidentally' fell off.

Amosta walked softly through the flowerbeds, his face as usual, not making a single movement, but because Moody's lips moved as the MAGIC Eye observed more details, his expression was slightly unnatural, and he deliberately toned down the sound of his prosthetic legs and crutches hitting the ice.

When the two of them were about to walk out of the range of the light emitted by the ice castle, they were caught off guard, and Amosta's footsteps stopped at the junction of light and darkness, and Moody's reaction was slower, and his magic eye only noticed the movement ahead later.

It was Harry and Hermione, who ran to the shore at some point, and they didn't know what had happened, panting and running towards the Ice Castle.

They had no idea that they would suddenly run into Professor Blaine and Professor Moody, and they couldn't brake the two of them, and resisted the urge to exclaim, one crashing into Professor Moody's arms and the other into Amosta's arms.

"The socks are beautiful, Potter--"

Professor Moody grinned and said gruffly, his magic eye piercing through Harry's robes.

"Oh-yes, Dobby, the house-elf knitted me, well, Christmas presents."

Harry gasped as he seemed to be in a hurry to leave, giving Hermione a look that seemed to be stunned.

"Be careful, Miss Granger--"

Amosta smiled as Hermione, whose nose hit her chest and tears of pain, said,

"I think Madam Pomfrey drank a little too much tonight, and if you have a nose problem, you're going to have to put up with it yourself—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor—"

Hermione rubbed her sour nose, too weak to look at the expressions of the two professors, she racked her brains to think of a reasonable explanation for her and Harry's flustered behavior, however, Professor Bryan was very kind to get out of the way, as if he didn't intend to pursue it.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances secretly, both noticing the surprise in each other's eyes, but they didn't have time to delay, and after hastily apologizing, they helped each other to run towards the ice castle, and soon blended into the joyous crowd in the square.

Amosta and Moody watched as the two men melted into the crowd, and then, turning, before they could take a step, there was another hurried footstep in the darkness.

"Amosta still has. Moody? ”

Professor Snape ran over with his robe wrapped in a pale face, he frowned, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Did you see anyone passing, Amosta?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, Professor Snape--"

Amosta said with a smile,

"What about Professor Karkaroff, I saw you going out with him?"

"Back on the ship--" Snape said in a low tone, "he probably doesn't like the trick you and Dumbledore have come up with, what are you going to do?" ”

"Professor Moody and I are going to patrol the grounds in case something goes wrong."

Amosa was still smiling,

"Would you like to go for a walk together, Professor Snape?"

Snape didn't look at Moody, but just looked deeply at Amosta, and then, after coldly throwing out a 'no interest', he quickly walked away from the two men.

Potter and Granger most likely went to follow Snape and Karkaroff, and were caught eavesdropping on their conversation.

A faint sense of crisis rose in Moody's heart, and a few wisps of absurdity unconsciously appeared.

The last time Karkaroff and Snape had a secret meeting with Potter and Granger, and this time it was the same situation, and for a while, Moody didn't know whether to lament Snape and Karkaroff's bad luck, or laugh at Potter and Granger's unbridled courage and curiosity.

But what exactly were Snape and Karkaroff talking about?

Last time, he tricked key information from Potter and Granger, who overheard the conversation between the two men. She hadn't been to Snape's pantry since.

The blue magic eye in Moody's eye socket moved, and he looked at Amosta Blaine, who didn't seem to have any interest in the matter, and doubts appeared in his heart. It's not Brian's style.

"I'm amazed—"

After stepping out of the range shrouded in magic, the roar of the wind and snow suddenly became deafening, and in the blinding wind and snow, Moody raised his voice,

"Eavesdropping on the professor's conversation is no small problem, Brian, when did you become so magnanimous?"

"Maybe it's not what you think, Professor Moody—"

In the howling wind, Amosta's voice fell smoothly into Moody's ears,

"Maybe it's just that Potter and Granger have strayed into the place where Professors Snape and Karkaroff are whispering, and they hide them to avoid embarrassment. It's just that the two little ones probably heard something interesting by accident, and made some noise and came out to be noticed."

Amosta looked at Moody and smiled meaningfully,

"If that's the case, it can't be a problem with Potter and Granger, they don't have a problem."

The words seemed to have some effect on Moody, and he stood motionless on the shore until Amosta, who had jumped ashore, turned around and held out a hand to him, and he stepped forward.

The sparse footprints left on the grass by the little wizards who had come from the castle had been smoothed out by the blizzard, and the two men standing on the shore looked at the way they came, momentarily distracted.

"What do you think of this banquet?"

Amosta asked in a brisk tone as he looked at the ice castle he had built.

"Very amazing, impressive-"

Moody said in a hoarse voice, staring at the fairytale castle in the warm light and shadow,

"I'm willing to bet, Amosta, that this will be a new Hogwarts saga, that people will sing about what we saw tonight for many years to come, and that those who attended the ball will never forget this night for the rest of their lives."

"Oh, thank you--"

Amosta smiled with satisfaction,

"Sometimes, I'm amazed at the genius little ideas in my head—"

Amosta has always been a low-key and humble style in front of people, he, like Dumbledore, has never been arrogant because of his extraordinary strength, and rarely sees him show off himself, so when he heard Amosta say this, Moody was slightly surprised, but after seeing the smug smile on the corner of Amosta's mouth, and because of this light smile, his face finally revealed a little bit of the flying look that a young man of this age should have, somehow, Moody felt that his tense emotions relaxed a little.

"Oh, seriously, why are we standing here stupidly?"

As if he had just realized that he was standing in the snow, Amosta muttered, and he deftly stirred the wand that had slid into his palm, and the light screen of the same color as the snow appeared to block a calm space for the two of them.

Rubbing his stomach, Amosta realized that he hadn't eaten anything after only pouring some wine, and a glint flashed in his lilac eyes, Amosta turned his face to look at Moody,

"Would you like something to eat, Professor Moody?"

(End of chapter)