Unfortunately, Amosta, Kingsley, and Louise did not have time to have dinner in Bologna, the capital of Italy's Emilia Romagna region, because there was a Muggle mixed in among the three, which directly led to the limited effectiveness of Amosta and Kingsley's operations.

Originally, Amosta's plan was to rush to Italy with the illegal portkeys in the hands of the brokers who had arranged for Kingsley to smuggle out.

The apparition of distortion at this distance will become very staggering, if Goa Mosta is alone, it is better to say, if you bring the Kingsley, it will be very difficult, and without preparing the coordinates in advance, you can only use the fireplace of the regular channel, the Floo network is always monitored by the country's Ministry of Magic, and it will be more troublesome to be caught by the Italian Ministry of Magic entering the country illegally.

They could only travel on Muggle planes.

Despite the incredible efficiency of the Aurors, Kingsley's men were able to quickly purchase them three same-day tickets (three Muggles were refunded in a daze), but they were not able to cover the terrible weather in London that day, and the planes were delayed for nearly four hours.

By the time they arrived at Guglielmo Marconi International Airport and checked into the Arcadimia hotel they had booked by phone, it was already 11 p.m.

In this more historic city, there were only a few fast food restaurants open at this time.

Moreover, compared to the energetic wizard, Louise, who had experienced the grief of the death of a loved one, embarked on a bumpy road non-stop, and when she arrived at the hotel, she was so tired that she needed to rely on Amosta's support to barely walk.

Late at night, Amosta's room was the only room in the hotel with the lights on.

Bologna's winter weather is even worse than London's, and although the snow in the city has melted, the streets and alleys steeped in vicissitudes and antiquity are filled with a thick and cold mist, and the clammy wind howling over the city is like the howl of a female ghost.

"--This is the list I just received, Mr. Bryan—"

Amosta sat on the single couch near the window, took the parchment from Kingsley's hand, and read it carefully.

"The list we got from Frydel, Bagdal and Nila, the list of all the wizards who have left England by smuggling since Fraser sent that package up to this day is here--"

In the dim light, Amosta, who looked at this parchment, showed a little helplessness.

The parchment was about twenty inches wide unfolded, and from top to bottom it was densely covered with sorcerers and the countries they were going to. If there are no accidents, the protagonist behind this matter. No, you can't say that, at least, the person who controls Fraser to send the package and make him into a corpse is hiding in it.

Amosta looked at the list carefully, and in terms of his memory and mental strength, he could basically memorize everything he had read carefully.

"Mr. Blaine"

After a moment's hesitation, Kingsley shouted softly, and Amosta didn't speak, only responded in a nasal voice,

"Do you really think this list makes sense?"

When Amosta raised her head to look at herself, Kingsley continued in a hoarse voice,

"With all due respect, Mr. Blaine, I've been dealing with wizards who live in the shadows for many years, and I know them, these people make caution their creed to live, and from what I know of them, most of these smugglers don't use their real names--"

Amosta smiled, lowered his head and continued to recite the list on the parchment.

"Do you think, Kingsley, that I mean by doing all this, knowing that Hogwarts has me and Dumbledore, and that Hermione is the hottest Triwizard Tournament warrior in European wizarding at the moment, and daring to persecute her, and taking advantage of the time difference to send packages to Tom Sr., and making Frazier, who once served them, into a corpse, and using Frazier's body as a trap. Oh, and what Louise told us, they experimented with Muggle babies and pregnant women to study the mysteries of magic, and what kind of people would be who would do these things? ”

"Bold, cautious, wise. Evil, cruel—"

Kingsley frowned, his eyes flashing brightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, he gave his answer.

"And pride, that's the most important point -- "

Amosta didn't look up, smiling, and didn't seem at all angry that these people didn't take themselves seriously,

"I think there are two possibilities for those who dare to do these things, Kingsley, one is that the real instigator behind this series of events is fearless, whether it is the fame of me and Dumbledore, or the power of the British Ministry of Magic, or even the International Federation of Wizards, he doesn't care—"

After a moment's thought, Kingsley nodded heavily.

"--Second, he's so confident in his own intellect that our investigation will only reach Fraserna, and thinks we'll never find out what they see, Kingsley?"

"You mean to say--"

Kingsley's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of anger in his tone,

"Because of pride, these people are likely to disdain to hide their real names, not because they are not cautious, but because they are disdainful?"

With a slight bow, Amosta folded the parchment and placed it on the coffee table beside him, then sunk his back into the sofa and stared at the delicate electric light under the ceiling.

"I think these guys don't bother to hide their names. The problem is, there are so many people on the list that we don't have the time or the manpower to investigate this—"

"We can pull --!"

Tuk, tuk, tuk –

Kingsley was about to say something, but when a sudden knock on the door interrupted him, he looked at the door in astonishment, and instead subconsciously looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, with a teak clock face and brass hands.

10 a.m.!

Kingsley's brow furrowed even higher, and he didn't make a sound, but his hand touched his wand.

"Please come in--"

Amosta glanced at the door, was slightly silent, and then spoke in a deep voice.

Click-

After the crisp sound of the spring machine was amplified, the door was pushed open, and Louise walked in with trepidation and uneasiness.

She seemed to have just gotten out of bed, and she was wearing a pale blue silk nightgown with cutouts on her chest and cuffs, the dress had just touched her knees, and her rounded and straight calves were exposed to the air.

Louise's long curly blonde hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her coat was draped, but it still couldn't completely resist the slightest chill in the late night air, her two slender legs together, her knees unconsciously rubbing against each other, and under the touch of the gentle warm light, the pale cyan meridians were faintly visible on the white skin on her chest.

Kingsley's brow furrowed, and he stared at Louise with a confused look in his eyes, but as the embarrassing silence continued, his brow gradually relaxed, as if he realized or misunderstood something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just. Well, if you're talking about something important! ”

Louise didn't expect Kingsley to be in Amosta's room, she just couldn't sleep and then, when she stood alone in front of the windowsill, she saw that Amosta's room was still lit. But apparently realizing that it would be misleading for her late night presence in a man's room, she panicked to exit the room, but--

"Please don't go, Miss Adele!"

The unsmiling Kingsley shook his wit, and he quickly packed up the information he had brought, leaving only the list, and before leaving, he actually looked at Amosta with a playful look. As far as he knew, Amosta Blaine, who had achieved so many incredible things at such a young age, was still single

"I've finished my debriefing, Miss Adele, if you have any questions about the merits of the case that you need to consult Mr. Brian—"

As he passed by Louise, who was cowering in fright, Kingsley smiled for the first time in days,

"Feel free to-"

(End of chapter)