Not many wizards know about the fact that Amosta maintains friendly ties with the highest levels of elves, but it is no secret among elves.

Unfortunately, when Amosta arrived in Paris, Barna Sr. was not at the headquarters, and he was usually much busier than Amosta, who was in charge of the financial business of the elves in many countries, and it was normal for him to visit Gringotts in other countries, but fortunately, he had a great reputation among the elves, and it didn't take much effort for him to meet the Enge who maintained a 'friendly' relationship with Ludo.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Brian—"

Just like the goblins in charge of Gringotts' business in various countries, Enge, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, fits the appearance of a shrewd business elite, and after listening to Amosta's appeal, Enge does not show unnecessary consternation.

Bang Bang –

The upright man snapped his fingers, and with the flickering sparks, a bookshelf in the office slowly rotated, revealing the thick circular metal door embedded in the wall behind it, which was covered with intricate and intricate mechanisms, and the poisonous potions and defensive magic attached to the glowing metal door made Amosta raise an eyebrow.

With a crisp clang, the door screwed open halfway, and glancing through the cracks, Amosta saw a stack of stomping magic contracts stretching from the floor to the ceiling in the expanded room, like pillars supporting the building.

A wad of magical contracts several inches thick floated out from behind the metal door and landed in Enge's hands.

"That's the pact that the Germans made with you?"

Amosta took the contract handed over by Enge, swept his eyes over the bets on the contract, carefully looked at each magical signature, and asked casually.

"That's not accurate, Mr. Blaine--"

Enge said in a thick and meticulous voice,

"They did say they were from Germany, but when I talked to them, it turned out that not everyone spoke German, they were more used to English, but with different accents, and I thought they should be from many different countries."

Amosta nodded thoughtfully,

"And how did the gang introduce themselves?"

"They claim to be a team of hobbies, very interested in the direction of the Triwizard Tournament, and they are very divided about the results, but they all agree that Miss Hermione Granger is inferior to the other three Warriors because she has been educated in magic for less time, so it is believed that she will most likely be in mortal danger in the next two rounds and withdraw from the competition--"

Still looking at the names on the contract, Amosta asked in a casual tone,

"When I talked to Ludo about whether there was a trap behind this, he told me that you have a lot of confidence in me and Dumbledore, and that these men won't have the guts to anger us--"

Amosta paused to read, picked up the teacup on the wooden table and took a sip of hot green tea, in the sound of comfort, Amosta looked at Enge with a slight smile,

"I have to thank you for believing in me, but with all due respect, that's not the way elves have always behaved.

Enge, although this is a gamble by the goblin organization, you don't do a loss-making business, do you, in my opinion, you must be able to detect the risks involved, right? ”

"Actually, we'd love to see this guy do something stupid to win the game, Mr. Blaine—"

Ever since they met, Enge, who had not been smiling, curled the corners of his mouth, revealing the kind of shrewd smile that wizards were familiar with, and there was still a bit of smugness hidden in the smile.

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood what Enge's smile meant, he lowered his head to look at the contract in his hand, his eyes swept over the light-colored but good-textured parchment, and re-read the agreement made on the bet, and suddenly, his expression moved slightly, and his eyes fixed on the intricate patterns on the four sides of the decorative paper that he had ignored.

"These patterns?"

"Your wisdom is admirable, Mr. Blaine?"

Enge smiled happily,

"This is a kind of script that has been used by one of our elven tribes, it is very old and has been in circulation for a short time, so even a knowledgeable wizard will not be able to recognize it, and the lines on this contract mean that if Miss Hermione Granger is outside the tournament before the end of the tournament, if Miss Hermione Granger is outside the tournament and is attacked by any malicious attack by both parties and the relevant forces of both parties, then the full amount of the bet involved in the bet will go to the elves--"

The corners of Enge's mouth couldn't hide the smugness, but when he noticed the displeased glint that flashed in Bryan's eyes, his heart jumped, and he quickly explained,

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Mr. Blaine, the elves are more honest than wizards, and we don't usually use this little trick, but this gang is clearly not good. I'm just in case, ah, of course we can't attack Miss Hermione Granger, your friendship with Mr. Barna is what matters! ”

"I hope so--"

Amosta smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He believed that Enge was telling the truth, not because he believed in the character of the goblins, or because he believed in his own vision.

Putting aside the teacup, Amosta flipped through the magical autograph again, and after a few pieces of paper, a name jumped into his sight, causing his eyes to narrow slightly, and his heart jumped.

Jasna Vogel

In the list of people smuggled by Kingsley, in addition to Angus Aeschylus, there were a total of forty-seven people who had been smuggled from England to Germany these days, all of whom had left the country alone at different times, and one of them. Jasna Rozier.

Vogel and Rozier?

Amosta's eyebrows unconsciously furrowed, these two surnames, no matter which one is very simple.

Whoop -

Amosta moved his fingers, and the contract flew out of a pile of paper and floated in front of Enge.

"Would you like me to see what this woman looks like, Enge?" Amosta said.

There is only one way to check the appearance, Enge hesitated for a moment, and said with some reluctance,

"Well, Mr. Blaine, if you insist--"

"Thank you for your cooperation, Enge—"

Amosta smiled gently,

"I can make sure your safety doesn't hurt—"

With that, Amosta got up from the couch and walked over to the elf, and with Engel's patient expression, he drew his wand and pressed it to the center of its eyebrows.

The way to extract the elf's memories was somewhat different from that of wizards, Amosta carefully pulled out a few light green silver threads from the center of Enge's eyebrows, and then, the wand disturbed, and the silver filaments burst in the rapid rotation, and a picture was displayed in front of Amosta.

It shows a yellowish tavern, where many people sign their names on the parchment they are holding on to the tables and benches around it.

Amosta fiddled with the picture with his wand, and under Enge's guidance, his eyes quickly locked on a woman who had signed her name and was handing Enge the bet, a gray trench coat, slim blue jeans and a high-necked black sweater, with an impeccable appearance, but her expression was slightly cold and sharp.

After his gaze rested on the woman for a moment, Amosta continued to control the three-dimensional picture turn, he carefully observed the appearance and demeanor of the rest of the people in this bar, and it was not difficult to find that these people who were writing their names, and part of everyone's attention was on this Jasna, and it was obvious that she had a special position among this group.

"If I want to find this Vogel," Amosta squinted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine, there's nothing we can do about this-"

Eng seemed to have anticipated this question, and he replied calmly,

"This Miss Vogel is not a client of our Gringotts, not only her, but these wizards who bet, each of them has their own wealth in their custody, so we don't know their whereabouts now."

(End of chapter)

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