In the private dining room of the Bryne Manor, reserved for the owner, Amosta left the table and came to the entire glass curtain wall, with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing at the vibrant vegetation of the courtyard, his face expressionless.

Needless to say, Dlux and another Auror in the same direction, their actions must have come from instructions from higher.

Although it has not been investigated, it is not difficult to guess that the current female deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic must be involved.

On the day of Hermione's attack, in order to show Hogwarts' anger at the attack on the young wizard, she sang and reconciled with Dumbledore and Amelia in the Headmaster's office, directly stripping her of control over the Department of Magical Communications, and Fudge was also in urgent need of a 'substitute for the dead', and almost acquiesced in Amosta's punishment of Umbridge.

Dolores Umbridge has never been a selfless and open-minded person, and attempts to retaliate are expected, but she didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly, and Harry's kind behavior was caught by her.

Amosta could more or less guess what Umbridge was thinking.

More than ten days have passed since this incident, and the reason why Umbridge did not attack immediately was probably because he wanted to wait for a suitable time or wanted to use this as a hole card.

Dumbledore couldn't sit idly by while Harry was sent to Azkaban, and to make sure of that, he had to compromise when Umbridge threw the matter in front of Dumbledore. For example, using Dumbledore to kick himself out of Hogwarts.

The status of himself and Dumbledore in the European wizarding world is also a point that Umbridge has scruples.

She had to make sure that most of the Ministry of Magic was with her when she wanted to use this to take her and Dumbledore down, and now was not a good time for her to tear her face.

In silence, Amosta clenched his fist behind his back.

I have to say that Umbridge did give herself a good topic.

In the absence of external pressure, if you take the initiative to break this matter now, then it is also not a good choice.

A high-ranking Ministry of Magic official like Umbridge is never alone, she has her own powerful faction in the Ministry of Magic, not to mention Cornelius Fudge standing behind her, if he exposes this matter now, it will be tantamount to purging all the officials of the Ministry of Magic, including the Minister of Magic.

The turmoil caused by the Ministry of Magic and the British wizarding community should not be underestimated.

After all, behind every high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, there are basically one or more pure-blood families standing, and once these pure-blood families who have eroded the magical world reach an agreement, it will cause a large number of ordinary people in the magical world to lose their jobs.

In the face of such a wave, even if Dumbledore stands with him, it may not be able to subside, and it is debatable what Dumbledore will do after knowing this.

Want to reduce the impact unless, there is a more acute contradiction to divert attention.

"Amosta?"

Lawrence, who had been standing silently behind Amosta, couldn't help it, he looked at Amosta's stiff side face worriedly, and his voice was hoarse,

"Is this instructing those two men to kill the postman that the man behind them is targeting you?"

Lawrence is a shrewd Muggle, he can easily see through the two people who did it, there must be other instigators behind the two people who did it, and this murder happened at the door of Harry's orphanage, and it involved Vernon Dursley's nephew, the boy named Harry Potter who was also related to Amosta, and the point of the finger was self-evident.

Amosta turned his head, looked at Lawrence with a worried face, and smiled with relief, he didn't lie, but said frankly,

"It should be the case from the current situation, but I have to thank you, Lawrence, if you hadn't risked your life to see this, I would have been passive when things broke out."

The current situation. This seems to show that among these people with incredible abilities, there is a relatively complex organization and even society, and the young master lives in it, and his identity is definitely not ordinary.

Lawrence did not humble Amosta's thanks, his lips opened, and he whispered,

"Although the Bryan family is in decline now, when the lord was reincarnated, he had a favor to some people, and I can go if you need it"

Lawrence knows very well that although the lord helped some people who were in important positions and in leading positions in some industries, but now that the lord has passed away, and the Bryan family has been lonely to the point of nothing, even if he wants to repay his kindness, I am afraid that there will not be many people who are willing to deal with him.

"No need."

Looking at Lawrence, who was resolute in his gray pupils, as if he had made up his mind to spare his life, the corners of Amosta's mouth flashed with warmth,

"As you know, it's not in your familiar territory, but I do have something to tell you to do."

A calm and resolute tone

A sour feeling welled up in his nose, almost instinctive, and the old Lawrence took a deep breath, straightened his trouser legs, and bowed slightly,

"Please!"

"It's not a command, Lawrence,"

Amosta smiled,

"A suggestion, of course, I hope you will follow my advice and you should be aware that there is a complex conspiracy behind this assassination case, fortunately, you have not found out to anyone, but that does not mean that you are safe, and besides, I may need to invite you to attend the trial as a witness later.

I hope you will put aside the idea of transforming the estate into a welfare college for a while, and go to the Haas orphanage at once with your luggage, and I will give you a letter to Mrs. Reagan to get her to agree to keep you there. You'll need to stay there for a few months, and until I go to you again, stay in the orphanage and try not to go out. ”

Without any hesitation, Lawrence immediately agreed,

"What else do I need to be aware of, Amosta?"

"You see all this, don't mention it to the people in the orphanage, they still think I work for the rig company, if they ask me about my work. You look at the weaving. ”

Two days later, an ethereal moonlit night.

Rumble!

With a loud explosion, a muscular man with gray stiff hair flew upside down from the smoke and slammed into the pre-set magical barrier. The strong impact made the man dizzy, and his heart ached, and when he got up in embarrassment, he suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and a wisp of red blood hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you crazy, Brian, how dare you openly attack the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!"

But Delix couldn't care less about his injuries, he held on to the barrier, supported his body with difficulty, and roared towards the man whose silhouette was gradually clear and exuded a fierce aura in the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

"Blatantly?"

Amosta approached slowly, his back to the moonlight, his face was dark, only his eyes glowed with a cold purple glow, like a god of death coming out of hell,

"Oh, that's not the case, Delix, actually, I've done some processing."

Dlux was stunned, but when he noticed that on the second floor of the next room, his Muggle neighbor's family was sitting on the balcony laughing and admiring the moonlight, unaware of what was close at hand, his face turned ugly, and he finally understood what Brian meant.

"What the hell are you going to do, Brian!"

Delix let out a low, beastly roar, and pointed his wand tightly clenched in his hand at Brian, but he knew very well that the 'little stick' in his hand would be of no use against Amosta Brian.

"You're in luck, Delix, I've killed a lot of wizards lately, so, I'm not going to take your life tonight, I'm just going to--"

As his footsteps approached, Amosta saw that the raised arm of Delix, who was leaning on the barrier, gradually trembled, his rugged face showed a subtle weakness, and his breathing became out of rhythm, and finally, his body slowly slipped down.

Looking down condescendingly at Delix, who had lost the will to resist, Amosta smiled indifferently and slowly leaned down.

Looking at the purple glow of his eyes, Delis who was gradually losing his soul, Amosta whispered,

"Look at some of your cherished memories."

(End of chapter)