"Ho, Dumbledore?"

Anton Vogel, who seemed to be drawn into some emotion by Amosta's words, coughed violently as he was barely able to take a breath from the ground, causing a tremor in his body that could break the ribs of his rotten body.

Elf Hain hurriedly came to Vogel's side, patted Vogel's back gently, and handed the herbal tea on the three-legged stool to Vogel's mouth.

"Sorry--"

Finally stopping his chaotic breath, Vogel raised his eyes and saw that Amosta and his two subordinates were still standing in the courtyard,

"I haven't had a guest here in a long time. Neglecting etiquette, look at Hain, can you go to the house and get a few stools and make a pot of tea for the guests."

"Ah, don't bother—"

Amosta said mildly.

He drew his wand and shook it slightly, and three soft polished chintz armchairs appeared in front of Vogel out of thin air, and Amosa beckoned to a somewhat reserved Kingsley and Louise, and he sat down first, his slender fingers butt together with a polite expression.

And Hain still phantomed away, preparing tea for the 'evil guest' who came to the door.

"Since Dumbledore is mentioned—" Vogel whispered hoarsely, "how is he doing?" ”

Since the old man who was already half buried in front of him would call him 'President Bryan', it means that he is not ignorant of what is happening in the outside world, and Dumbledore's words and deeds are the focus of people's attention, and it doesn't take much effort to find out.

Amosta smiled politely, not pointing it out, staring directly into the eyes of the pair of life flames that were weakening by second, but like a master of brain occlusion,

"Dumbledore. Well, he's still doing what he's done with his life—"

Vogel smiled, and it was hard to say what that smile meant.

"Dedicate your life. You're right, a wizard like him has spent most of his life at Hogwarts—"

"Oh, that's not what I mean, Mr. Vogel--"

Unexpectedly, Amosta shook his head slightly,

"I mean, he's still worried about the peace and quiet of the European wizarding world—"

Tranquility and peace in the wizarding world?

"He could have done a lot more—"

Vogel's gray eyebrows moved, and there seemed to be some emotion that seemed to break through the blockade of the frozen ice in his eyes, but in the end, he just shook his head slightly and said softly,

"The power of the International Confederation of Wizards came to an end with Dumbledore's acquiescence—"

"Admittedly, that's true—"

Amosta bowed slightly,

"But that's not a bad thing, is it, too much concentration of power can easily breed dictatorship and dictatorship, which makes it easier to push the entire European magical world into deep trouble--"

Vogel's eyelids moved, and he didn't seem to agree with Amosta's point of view, but he didn't refute it directly, but smiled hoarsely,

"No wonder people call you Dumbledore's successor, President Brian—"

Staring at Amosta Brynn, who was young and in a high position, but not slick, Vogel whispered.

In the current poor educational environment of the wizarding world as a whole, it seems that there is no ambition to change the pattern to be able to have such profound magical attainments at such a young age.

Vogel's eyes seemed to be covered in ashes and his eyes were fixed behind Amosta, and Kingsley didn't deserve his attention, but stayed on Louise's body for a few seconds.

Although the old eyes were dizzy, Vogel could tell at a glance that the young girl brought by Amosta was a Muggle. The current vice-president of the International Federation of Wizards and the retired former president of the International Council of Wizards were gossiping about the wizarding world in front of a Muggle, in violation of the Wizarding Secrecy Act, and it was interesting to think about it.

Hain emerged from the air, holding a tray with a whirring white steaming teapot and three plain teacups, and carefully prepared refreshments for them.

"Oh, thank you--"

Louise took the teacup that Hain bowed over, stood up a little flustered and flattered, and bent over Hain, and when she straightened up, she found that everyone in the yard, including Hain, who brought her tea, was watching her,

"What's wrong?"

Louise's face flushed all of a sudden, and she looked at Amosta helplessly,

"I- I did something wrong, oh. Sorry, I don't know your rules too well! ”

Louise said apologetically to Hayne again.

Hayne didn't reply, but looked at his master, and after receiving the prompt, he rested the teapot on the triangular stool, ignored Louise's apology, and instead ghosted out of the backyard.

"You don't have any rudeness. Sit down, Louise—"

Amosta said mildly.

There was silence for a moment, and no one spoke first, and Amosta looked at the endless and refreshing fields of rape flowers for a while, and looked back at the old wooden house that was quiet without a sound, and then said in a casual tone,

"You've been living here alone since you retired?"

"President Brian—"

Vogel looked at Amosta calmly, "I'm sure you didn't come here to care about the living conditions of an old man who was struggling to survive, right?" ”

"What's wrong with that?"

Amosta smiled slightly, and there was no color on his face,

"I have always believed that we should pay more attention to the retirement life of wizards who have made outstanding contributions to the wizarding world, organize regular condolences, and perhaps, invite them to give lessons to the new generation of young wizards, so that they can realize that today's peace is not easy to come by--"

Amosta said meaningfully.

It can't be said that Vogel's face was very good when he heard this, after all, during his years in office, the European magical world has been in turmoil, and he has not done anything, and even, because of his well-known decisions, it has helped the war spread to the land.

"Okay--"

Vogel's eyelids were twitched, and he didn't speak, as if he had fallen asleep, but from his pursed dull lips, it was clear that the long-retired elder was not so calm.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, Amosta also restrained his smile,

"Jasina Vogel. Mr. Vogel, does she belong to the Vogel family? ”

Vogel seemed to be really asleep, his eyelids closed, and after hearing the name, he didn't react at all, but this did not displease Amosta, but turned slightly sideways, so that Louise was better exposed to Vogel,

"This is Miss Louise Andère, as you can see, Mr. Vogel--"

Amosta said,

"She's a Muggle, and something has happened to Miss Adele right now—her brother, also a Muggle, was killed by a gang of evil wizards—"

Amosta paused in his tone and said calmly,

"Yin corpse."

Yin corpse?

Louise, who was in a heavy mood, blinked, what does this mean, the magic spell that killed Frazier?

Anton Vogel's eyelids twitched slightly, but they still didn't open.

"According to some clues provided by Miss Adele, we found that the murder of her brother was not accidental, the murderer was a group of fanatics who wanted to understand how magic was born, of course, many wizarding scholars in the wizarding world are also studying this subject, but there is clear evidence on the surface, this group of maniacs on Muggles - babies, pregnant women do experiments, they will also induce talented Muggles to serve them, if these Muggles lose their value, they will kill them directly, Miss Adele's brother is exactly like this, And according to our investigation—"

Amosta said calmly,

"Jasna Vogel is one of the core members of this organization—"

The breeze swept away the warmth of the courtyard, and the temperature dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Vogel suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp gaze on his old face broke through the gloom above his eyes and fell on Amosta Blaine's face,

"Are you getting justice for these Muggles?"

"No—"

Amosta said in a cold tone,

"I'm just justifying justice—"

(End of chapter)