"Where is this?"

A second ago, they were still in a resort hotel on the outskirts of Berlin, and with a strong feeling of suffocation and body oppression, Louise, who fell to the ground and was dizzy, found that they had appeared in a field of rape flowers and winter wheat.

After gasping for a few breaths, the world in front of her was not a ghost, looking at Amosta and Kingsley who were firmly on the ground beside her, Louise grunted (a perverted wizard), and then, holding the hand handed by Amosta, she staggered to her feet.

As the breeze swept through and a pleasant smell of freshness swept across her face, Louise spun in circles, surveying her surroundings.

The gloomy canopy of Berlin was gone, and now the sky above them was a jewel blue, and not far away, a clear river through the wilderness reflected the color of the sky, accompanied by the crisp, melodious sound of water like wind chimes, as if flowing out of a fairy tale.

Standing on the top of the ridge, Louise stood on tiptoe and looked at the river that seemed to flow in the river like countless jewels, and suddenly lost her mind for a while, and then saw the golden farmland that spread from her side to the sky, and her mood suddenly became extremely comfortable.

"We're on the outskirts of Bonn now—"

The pleasing natural scenery always makes the mood pleasant, and even the smile on Amosta's lips became lighter, and he roamed around like Louise, and soon saw a faintly swirling black shadow behind the swaying straw, which must have been the blades of the mill.

"Let's go--"

Determining the direction, Amosta took the lead and walked in that direction,

"I did some research before going to you guys. Some old friends helped me find this place to be secluded and a good place to retire - "

Amosta said something strange.

Kingsley, who walked at the rear, looked over Louise's head and stared at Amosta's back, and once again sighed in his heart that Amosta was so powerful.

However, it is indeed a strange thing that Mr. Bryan did not know where that Jasna Vogel was, but found his home?

However, Kingsley quickly threw the thought out of his mind, and he walked cautiously on the weedy and somewhat slippery ridges,

"As for what we were investigating, Mr. Blaine, the dark wizards who can make spell separations, just last night, there was new news from the Ministry-"

Amosta tilted his head slightly, signaling that he was listening.

"Based on the information you provided earlier, we first found the guy who was temporarily living in the UK, but after investigation, we ruled out his suspicions-"

Kingsley sorted out his thoughts a little, and then, he said,

"But our investigations in other countries have not gone well except for him, and in the Far East, our men did find the man on the list, but he refused to communicate with us, and wounded those we sent and fled, and the riot attracted the attention of the local Ministry of Magic, and in order to avoid a dispute, our men retreated; The guy who lives in France had already moved to the United States two years ago, and it stands to reason that he didn't have the time or motive to commit the crime, so we didn't pursue it further--"

Amosta pursed his lips slightly, his face darkened a little, and the Willorence guy still tricked him.

"What about the rest, Kingsley?"

"According to our investigation, the two in Albania should be no longer there, maybe you have heard about this, last August, there was a dark wizard infighting incident on the Albanian side, one of the two on the list died in that fight, and the other. There are a lot of wizards who have fled Albania because of this incident, and their whereabouts are unknown--"

Ahem –

Amosta scratched his cheek and said nothing.

"--Two Germans,"

Kingsley went on to report,

"It is understood that Friedrich Karen and his disciples went to Greece last month and seemed to be exploring an ancient ruin, and August Laman was a traveler, and our people followed the address to the door, and his Muggle neighbors told us that he traveled a lot to other countries and rarely stayed in the country, and we searched his house and found no clues about his whereabouts--"

Amosta nodded thoughtfully, not saying anything.

Following the winding path, they approached the windmill by the river. The mill is in a fenced farm covering an area of more than a dozen acres, half of the farm is planted with various vegetables, and the pigs and chickens in the fence seem to be well cared for.

Next to the mill is a two-story wooden house, which, judging by the gray and dark tones of the wooden panels, may have been built here for a long time.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

Louise's gaze lingered on the room only for a few moments, and then, drawing her attention to the stone mill in front of the room, which had no livestock or machinery, but was spinning on its own, she didn't notice Amosta's sudden stop.

"What's wrong?"

There was still some distance from the fence of the farm, and looking at Amosta, who suddenly stopped and looked calmly ahead, Kingsley immediately became alert, and his wand had fallen into his palm.

"There's some vigilance magic up there, I guess it's used to alert the host that there's an unreserved guest coming to visit--"

Amosta said lightly,

"For the sake of a pleasant meeting, I think we'd better knock on the door first--"

As he spoke, Amosta raised his wand, and a blazing flame left the tip of his wand, and after breaking into the guarded area in front of him, it exploded like fireworks, and the sudden explosion reverberated far away through the wilderness.

Bang--

The reaction came quickly, and the wandering breeze suddenly confused the traces, and after a crisp pop, a small thing suddenly squeezed out of the void and landed in front of Amosta.

"Oh my!"

This sudden scene frightened Louise into a wit, and almost slipped into the fields on either side, and when she saw what suddenly appeared, her eyes widened unconsciously.

"It's . Dwarfs? ”

"In fact, this group is called by wizards - house-elves --"

Amosta smiled, looking down at the little elf—judging by its loose skin and vigorous white cilia, the house-elf was as old as Sirius's Kreacher.

Amosta just looked down at the elf and smiled in a friendly manner, and the old elf looked at him with wary and unfriendly eyes when it landed, but when it really saw who the wizard who had disturbed its master's rest by making a noise was clear, the vigilance in its big tennis eyes vanished, and a kind of fear and confusion oozed instead.

"Amosta Blaine?"

The elf cried out in a shrill voice different from that of the old man, and it took a few steps back in fear, its eyes fixed on Amosta, completely ignoring Louise and Kingsley behind him.

"Hello--" Amosta nodded, "what shall I call you?" ”

"Hayne--"

The elf hesitated, but still bent down respectfully,

"I'm Hayne, respectfully Mr. Blaine—"

"Well, Hain, I'm sorry to disturb you and your master's peaceful life, I don't think I'm looking for the wrong place, this is supposed to be President Anton Vogel's home, right?"

President Anton Vogel?

Kingsley was stunned at first, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes widened like Louise, and his face was incredulous, and he was simply taken aback.

"Unbelievable, Anton Vogel remembered, he is still alive?!"

The shock made Kingsley forget that he should be silent, and Xiang Lai, who was steady, actually exclaimed directly.

The elf named Hain glanced at Kingsley with displeasure, but he didn't dare to reprimand, just nodded imperceptibly.

"It seems that we are lucky not to be in the wrong place--"

Amosta smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, he looked at the wooden house that seemed to have been forgotten by time, and unconsciously, his tone was mixed with a little solemnity and majesty,

"Can you please pass it on, Hain, and tell President Vogel that Amosta Blaine is visiting, and I hope to have a face-to-face conversation with him--"

(End of chapter)