In order to get more gold in the fairies opened, he did not hesitate to poison Hermione?

If this is really the purpose, then this group of people can be described as extremely stupid, not to mention that after the incident, Hogwarts will definitely investigate to the end, Amosta believes that his reputation with Dumbledore is still somewhat useful, and the risk of catching such a cold is only gold, it can no longer be described as Lyrant's wisdom.

Considering the British wizarding community and the people in other European countries who support Hermione, the attack on Hermione has not been made public for the time being, but if this matter is not resolved, the news will definitely leak out.

The elves' intelligence system is not vegetarian, they have already infiltrated all aspects of wizarding society, once they receive the news, it is impossible for them not to react, directly freezing the funds of this bet is the minimum operation, the next step, the goblins will also look for these greedy wizards who break the rules, give them some color.

Amosta was silent, thoughts racing through her mind.

Logically, this simply doesn't make sense, and the organization that was carved out of the Fraser line clearly has considerable power in Muggle society.

Amosta would not believe that Mr. Pastore was desperate because of the disappearance of his daughter, and donated all his property, most likely, it was secretly transferred, but it can also be seen that this group does not lack the means to accumulate wealth.

Unless, it's just two groups of people.

Amosta was expressionless, and the light cast in his eyes was terrifying, even if he wasn't trying to scare anyone, but the unconscious coercion still made Louise feel strongly suffocated, and she retreated again and again, until she was more than thirty feet from the doorway.

Under the sun, clutching her chest, staring at the pair of purple eyes that shimmered in the gloom, Louise's face was pale and gasping, and only then, she finally realized the power of this special group of wizards.

Kingsley, on the other hand, couldn't stand the heat beside Amosta, and he stepped back against the wall, staring at Amosta Blaine, whose hair was swaying slightly, with a terrified look.

There is never a coincidence in the world for no reason, and there must be a deeper reason for what happened to Hermione.

"Kingsley, I'm afraid our plans are about to change—"

Amosta's powerful grip on power was revealed, and with the effort of turning, all the strangeness in the confinement chamber vanished, and there was still a strong oppressive force in his tone, which made Kingsley feel tightness in his chest as well.

"I need you to do something--"

Kingsley blinked, he restrained his panic and stepped forward to listen to the instructions.

"First of all, this Monsieur Onisto Pastorere—"

Amosta's gaze was directed back to the ground, still in a state of fainting, suffering a miserable Muggle,

"I am afraid that we have no reason to let this Mr. Pastore go unchecked, and I would like to ask you to personally escort him back to London and take him to the care of St. Mungo. He's not doing well and he has to be treated professionally--"

"I'll escort him safely back to London—"

Kingsley nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice.

"After that, you take Louise to Berlin and wait for me—"

Amosta solemnly instructed Kingsley,

"Don't resist the temptation to investigate something before I get there, if I'm right, there should be a base for this group, you've seen the magic that killed Fraser, and it's very dangerous to find out without the support of the Ministry--"

"What about you, Mr. Blaine?"

Kingsley asked as he glanced at Louise, who was approaching, and understood what Amosta meant.

"I have some new clues, and I'm not sure if it has anything to do with this incident, but I'll have to make sure--"

Amosta said in a low voice.

Is it to find Ludo Bagman or to Barna?

After thinking about it, Amosta decided to inquire with Ludo first, Ludo Bagman is still relatively easy to understand, he is greedy for money and gambling, but he is not a seedling of a dark wizard, and although he has a good personal relationship with the old goblin in Paris, the nature and style of the goblin still make Amosta have some scruples.

He couldn't guarantee that it wasn't a trick made by the goblins and the gang.

What information does Amosta have?

Louise looked at Amosta, who was talking to Kingsley, if before, she would definitely break the casserole and ask the end, but the seizure she just had made her embarrassed, especially, knowing the existence of the wizarding world, Amosta Bryan is the top big man in the wizarding world, she suddenly felt that Amosta was far away from the sky all of a sudden, and there was a sense of unreality.

"By the way, there's a third thing-"

Amosta, who had finished explaining the two o'clock, suddenly remembered, and motioned for Kingsley to stand back, waving his wand to the side of Pastore, his eyes falling to the floor.

It was certainly not the first time Pastore had smashed the floor, the concrete floor had been devastated by years and impacts, and there was not a single piece of dregs left behind, and even with the abnormal magical reaction, you could tell what was going on.

Instead of waving his wand again, Amosta slowly crouched down under the curious gaze of Kingsley and Louise, his fingertips brushing the slightly cold concrete floor, the trail chaotic and irregular, and every now and then, he stopped curling his fingers and tapped the floor a few times.

"What are you doing?"

Louise couldn't help but ask curiously, and then, under Kingsley's stern gaze, she retracted her neck and continued to look patiently and quietly.

"Not the way of a wizard"

After a few minutes, Amosta suddenly smiled,

"I'm afraid this monastery wasn't that simple until it closed down--"

After a few minutes, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief.

Amosta, who already possessed the highest magical attainments, quickly understood the seal at the entrance of the cave, and his fingertips shimmered, slid to the ground again along the strange pattern, and then—

Call--

A halo of white light from the ground illuminated the gloomy confinement chamber, and behind the light, a swarthy hole appeared in front of the three of them.

At the moment when the air circulated, a scorching and indissoluble smell of blood and rancid smell suddenly surged up, and Louise, who poked her head over and looked down in surprise, was swept by this fishy wind, and suddenly retched, and hurriedly retreated to the door to gasp for breath and breathe fresh air.

"This is where the magical society used to be used for research?"

As a seasoned Auror, Kingsley's resistance to this unpleasant smell was much stronger than Louise's, he just frowned, but he didn't retreat, his eyes showed expectation,

"Can you dig up more clues from below?"

"As evidence of a conviction, I think some can be found, but if you want to find the dark wizards through some clues, I'm afraid it's difficult--"

Amosta stared at the spiraling down staircase, his tone cold,

"It's been too long, and it's been cleared, I think this Mr. Pastorey has been brought in, and, the cruel memory of witnessing his daughter tortured below, is so painful that it's ingrained in his soul that he, having lost his mind, still instinctively wants to open this place"

Kingsley clenched his fist in his wide sleeve and looked at Pastore with compassion and anger in his eyes, he understood the mentality of the criminals, the reason why they were willing to keep Pastore alive was because the perverted abusers would think that this would put the survivors in even more severe pain, and they would take pleasure in the destruction and torture of people's hearts!

"These people should be in prison in Azkaban!"

Kingsley's rare mood swings were severe, he said hatefully.

"What they did to Fraser alone is enough to stay in Azkaban for a lifetime--"

Amosta's expression was cold,

"But that doesn't satisfy me. You can go down and have a look, Kingsley, and look for some evidence, I hope that when we get these people there, they'll get a taste of the Dementors' kisses, which is more appropriate for their crimes than for them to turn them to dust."

(End of chapter)

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