Amosta Blaine, in the past two years in the European wizarding world, no one shines brighter than him, and it is undoubtedly very difficult for a house-elf to resist such a wizard's request, but Hain still bent down at the strong pressure, and said in an infinitely apologetic tone,

"I'm very sorry, respectfully Mr. Brian, the host does not want to be disturbed in his peaceful life, he has not received a guest for nearly twenty years, except for an old friend-"

"I'm sorry, Hayne, I'm afraid I'll have to meet with President Vogel today--"

Amosta was not angry, but calmly repeated his request, but his resolute gesture undoubtedly made Hayne understand his determination.

The old elf gasped a few times, and there was a flash of fear and faint despair in its cloudy eyes, and its fingers that hung at its side almost touched its knees trembled slightly, as if it was considering the possibility of banishing Amosta Bryne from the ground.

But in the end, Hayne made a sane judgment,

"Wait a minute, Mr. Blaine—" Hain bowed to Amosta, apparitioning away a little hastily.

"It's unbelievable that Anton Vogel is still alive, I thought he would have been a long time ago. How old is he? ”

After Hain left, Kingsley couldn't hold back, and he looked at Amosta in a rare disfigurement.

"Well, you're about 110 years old, right?"

Amosta glanced at Louise, who was surprised to hear the age, and the corners of her mouth twitched in surprise, and said with a smile,

"Since Dumbledore is still alive, it's not unsurprising that Vogel isn't dead, is it?"

That being said, Kingsley still couldn't digest the shock he had been shocked, and at the same time, he finally understood why he felt a wave of familiarity when he heard Jasna Vogel.

"Please don't forget, there's another . Muggles! ”

Louise looked at Amosta for a while, and Kingsley for a while, and said indignantly,

"Who can be kind enough to tell me who Anton Vogel really is?"

"Sixty years ago, he served as president of the International Confederation of Wizards--"

Amosta said succinctly.

"Wow, a retired big--" Louise smacked her tongue again, and then, she blinked, and asked a little confused,

"So, you think, hmm. Jasna Vogel is his junior, oh, how did you tell, Vogel is not a rare surname, one of my classmates in college called this--"

Kingsley also looked at Amosta, hoping for a convincing explanation, but Amosta only smiled faintly,

"It's just my feelings—"

"Feelings?"

Louise wrinkled her nose,

"Okay. But what if this Vogel President doesn't want to see us, you wizards probably won't allow trespassing, right? ”

Bang--

Before Amosta could say anything, Hayne reappeared in front of him, and from the surprise on the elf's face, Amosta knew that his group was not being kept out of the door.

"Please follow me, Mr. Breine--"

The house-elf didn't talk too much nonsense, it nodded at Amosta, turned around, and slowly raised its long arm, erasing something in the void.

Louise heard a snapping of chains in the void, and Amosta stepped forward, keeping up with the ugly and badly dressed dwarf named Hain. Oh, it's an elf!

"I've never been to a wizard's house—"

After crossing the fence, Louise was visibly nervous, she didn't dare to look around anymore, she felt a mystery in every inch of space around her, she swallowed nervously, turned her head, and whispered to Kingsley,

"Do you wizards have any strange habits, oh, if the old leader asks me to kneel, I won't agree--"

Hain, who was walking in the front, heard Louise's muttering, and it turned its head to glance at Louise, the crumpled ground on its face shook a few times, and there was a hint of disdain in its eyes--

Of course, it could see that this woman was not a wizard at all, and that a humble Muggle had stepped into his master's house, which was undoubtedly an insult to his master, and if it weren't for the fact that she had followed Amosta Blaine, old Hain would have thrown her straight into the river.

"Shut up, Louise--"

Kingsley's soft rebuke was also a little nervous, Anton Vogel, although he was not loved by wizards in office, and because of the reason known to the public, people would even cheer his downfall, but after all, this was a respected wizard who left a strong mark on the history of magic, and was the former president of the International Federation of Wizards, and the president of the Federation at that time was a powerful figure.

Kingsley doesn't have the strength and status of Amosta, and he will inevitably be a little nervous in the face of such a legendary wizard.

Where there are house-elves, hygiene can't be bad. The room was old, but it was clean, and the wooden floors were spotless, with signs of decay.

Although the sun was shining outside, the inside of the house with only candles was much darker.

Walking into the wizard's home for the first time, and it was the home of a former big man, Louise could no longer restrain her curiosity and peeked around, but after a few glances, she showed visible disappointment. There wasn't much magic in the room, everything in the room was primitive and backward, as if it were the home of a decaying old man who had been away from civilization for many years.

Hain led them through the living room to the courtyard at the back door.

The yard was planted with a banyan tree, which was probably planted when the house was first built, and the huge canopy of the tree almost shaded a quarter of the backyard, and countless aerial roots hung from the treetops, like a forest.

At the edge of the shadow formed by the canopy, a chaise longue is placed, on which an old man wrapped in a dressing gown is lying.

It was indeed a very old man, with the folds of his face like the bark of the banyan tree in the yard, and his chin had a short beard that was easy to manage, but like his hair, gray and colorless.

Life was slowly but surely passing through the old man's body, and the years left for him were numbered.

Even Louise, when she saw Anton Vogel, had an enlightenment in her heart.

Anton Vogel, once the most famous wizard in Europe, was now a frail old man lying on a chaise longue, watching as the group entered the backyard through the back door under the guidance of Hain, and walked towards him, and finally, Amosta was more than a dozen feet away.

The breeze swept through the wind as Amosta's soft, lustrous gray hair and Anton Vogel's gray hair fluttered in the wind at the same time.

The turbid but experienced vicissitudes of the world, like a stagnant water, without undulating gaze, and as sharp as a peak piercing the sky, but also like a reef in the angry sea, the unshakable eyes also met in mid-air.

Silence –

Looking at the two wizards who were calmly looking at each other, Kingsley's heart throbbed uncontrollably when he stopped in the distance, and in a trance, he seemed to see two eras facing each other, and a magnificent sound poured into his ears!

Louise seemed to want to greet the old man in accordance with the most basic Muggle etiquette, but the inexplicable atmosphere that permeated the place suffocated her slightly, and she remained quiet.

"Your look reminds me of an old man, President Brian—"

The silence was finally broken, and Vogel leaned back in his chaise longue, his voice echoing the echoes of history, with a faint sense of nostalgia.

President Bryan?

It's an interesting name, and it seems to be the first time anyone has called her since he was elected vice president of the International Confederation of Wizards after he banished Vitia on Quidditch final night last year.

"Hopefully it won't be Dumbledore, Mr. Vogel—"

Amosta said with a smile.

(End of chapter)