Click-

Kingsley nudged Louise and closed the door for the two people in the room before leaving.

Silence was always circling around the room, the atmosphere was slightly awkward, the soft light sprinkled on Louise's slightly powdered cheeks, she bit her lip lightly, and began to regret that her brain was hot, so she ran over to talk to someone.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, Louise?"

Amosta's voice was still very gentle, and he didn't seem to realize that it was a very beautiful thing for two single men and women to be in the same room late at night.

Perhaps it was Amosta's soft tone as usual, Louise's heartbeat gradually found its rhythm, she took a few deep breaths, pursed her lips, and her voice was slightly hoarse,

"I'm sorry. Amosta, I'm just- well, I can't sleep, and then- saw the lights in your room and wanted someone to talk to--"

It was normal for Louise to not be able to sleep, and if Louise could sleep peacefully, Amos would be surprised.

"Oh, if you don't mind, maybe we can have a drink--"

Amosta stood up from the couch and said with a smile,

"A little alcohol helps relax the nerves--"

In the middle of the night, the feeling of two people drinking in the room was even stranger.

Louise's heartbeat quickened again, but she noticed Amosta's calm expression, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded slowly.

Amosta walked over to the wine rack in the room, his eyes wandered between the upper and lower levels, and quickly picked out a bottle of semi-dry sherry.

Gracefully folding her sleeves, Amosta expertly opened the bottle of sherry with a corkscrew, and turned her head to see Louise standing ten feet behind him, looking at the couch he had just sat on, with a hesitant look in her eyes.

Subconsciously, Amosta almost pulled out his wand to conjure up a chair for Louise, but fortunately he restrained his instinct in time.

Although from the moment he decided to bring Louise to Italy, Amosta knew very well that this Muggle girl would have to see real magic sooner or later, and he was not afraid of this, he would take away her memories sooner or later, but after all, "Wizarding Secrecy" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Amosta was also instinctively delaying the time for magic to be exposed.

"Just sit there--"

The wine rolled into the crystal glass, and as Amosta handed it to Louise, he pointed to the sofa he had just made, and he had made it to the edge of the bed.

With a subtle aroma of hazelnuts and a very light tobacco aroma into her throat, Louise exhaled heavily, as if to drive all the sorrows and troubles out of her mind, and instead of saying anything at once, she silently, sipping the wine one after another, her eyes fell on the brass wall clock on the wall, and her eyes were dazed.

Amosta knew Louise's mood very well, her brother had lost his life to the terrorists, and her parents had not yet known about it

Although her brother's relationship with the family and her had become bad for a short period of time, in the eyes of the family, Frazier was probably just carried away for a while, so he became deviant, and they probably thought that Fraser would sooner or later recognize the reality and return to normal life, but--

Now that everything is in vain, Fraser will never have a chance to change his mind againNo, he has already changed his mind, and he is only reluctant to contact them in order to protect them.

And even so, he was killed by that group.

"You say--"

After a long silence, the blankness in Louise's eyes still did not dissipate, she stared at the brass seconds that ticked one frame after another, and her voice fluttered,

"Is there really magic in this world?"

Amosta, who was shaking and dispersing the sediment in the wine, paused, and for a short time, he resumed his movements again, and did not give any answer, he knew very well that Louise needed someone to talk to now, and she did not need to answer anything herself.

"Fraser has had excellent grades since he was a child, he is very intelligent, and few people can fool him-"

Louise was confused,

"If there is no magic in this world, then the people who killed him must be the best liars in the world. Only the most exquisite deception would make Fraser so obsessed with studying magic"

"What if magic exists in this world?"

Amosta's eyes drooped, watching the light swaying through the clear liquor on the velvet carpet, and he asked softly.

Louise looked at Amosta with a slight startup, she originally thought that Amosta would not easily intervene in her nonsense, after all, Amosta was a government agent, and she could see that this was a man who was very good at hiding his thoughts.

"If it really exists--"

Louise smiled palely,

"Then the world is really very unfair."

"Fairness has never been a relative thing, magic is not a gift from God, human beings can also do many incredible things through technology, at least-"

Amosta shrugged,

"Magic won't help you get to the moon, but technology has done that--"

Louise pursed her lips, and she glanced at Amosta with some surprise. The man's attitude towards her dreams whispering questions seemed too deliberate, as if there was real magic?

After shaking her head slightly, Louise pushed this ridiculous thought out of her mind, as a journalist, she knew that the media was developed now, if there was magic in this world, how could it not be exposed?

Maybe Amosta is a man who likes to be more serious?

Louise thought, she lowered her head, took a sip of wine, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the parchment on the coffee table next to her,

"What is this?"

"We took into account that it was possible for the terrorists who committed the crime to abscond out of the UK, and not necessarily through normal channels, so I arranged for Kingsley and his subordinates to obtain a list of people who had left the UK by smuggling in the period after the parcel was sent."

"You're so responsive!"

Louise said in surprise slightly, thinking that they deserve to be agents, normal police officers are not as efficient as them, subconsciously, her hand touched the list, but when she touched it, she shrank back as if she was burned,

"I'm sorry, I--"

"I can't find anyone more qualified to see this list than you, Louise--"

Amosta smiled and made an inviting gesture with his hand holding the glass.

Parchment--

Louise's fingers rubbed the paper, and her heart was filled with surprise, there were not many people who could use this old material paper now.

The list was long, and Louise was dazzled by the name of a person and country written in black ink, and she looked aimlessly, neither Amosta nor Louise herself expected to find any clues on the list of absconders.

As her gaze moved down, Louise's brows furrowed slightly as a person appeared in sight, she felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it, and in a slightly drunken mood, she quickly bypassed the name and looked down.

"How's it going, did you find anything?"

Seeing Louise silently fold the list back on the coffee table, Amosta asked casually.

"Hmm-"

Louise shrugged her shoulders again,

"Tom Riddle's name appears three times on the list, but I don't think that's the same name that my elementary, high school, and college classes called—"

"Ahh

A little banter let go of the dull atmosphere in the room, and the gloom in Louise's heart dissipated a little, and before Amosta could refill her glass, she walked over with a somewhat erratic step and poured herself a drink. It is indeed a very good way to deceive and paralyze oneself through wine—Louise thought, looking at Amosta, who was sitting in an upright position, and Louise picked her chin,

"Can you tell me about yourself, young and promising Mr. Amosta Blaine?"

The light taste of the wine is deceptive, and before she knows it, Louise, who has been paralyzed by her brain, curls up the corners of her mouth, and her chuckle is uncontrollably seductive

(End of chapter)