Chapter 103
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 103
After Lupine left, Amosta didn't leave the Leaky Cauldron right after him. He was exhausted from the multi-day mission. He asked the owner of the bar, Tom, to open a room for him, and planned to rest here for a night. , and return to the Muggle world tomorrow.
The sunshine in London at the beginning of July was bright with a hint of laziness. Amosta stayed in the room for the whole afternoon and did not go out until the sun was below the horizon and the moon was hanging on the branches. Then he rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly Tun sat up from the bed.
Once a person's spirit is relaxed, the body will soon fall into a loose state. Amosta rubbed his stomach that was already protesting, got up and dressed, and staggered out of the room.
Because Hogwarts is already on summer vacation, there are obviously a lot more wizards in the bar, but most of them just use it to walk through the world of wizards and Muggles, and there are not too many wizards who really stay.
Amosta also saw a few little wizards from the school, but because the seat he chose was behind a pillar, which was relatively remote, the children who were excited about the start of the beautiful summer vacation did not find him, and Amosta was also happy to relax , did not choose to take the initiative to say hello.
Chewing a piece of steak slowly, and taking two sips of mellow red wine, Amosta quietly enjoyed the leisurely time that only belonged to him.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, led his elites to hunt down the smugglers, but the news that they were all sent to St. Mungo's by a black wizard did not appear in the Daily Prophet, so the focus of the surrounding guests' discussion , it was still Gilderoy Lockhart who had just stepped down from the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in an unseemly way.
No matter which world you are in, it is a wise saying. After his despicable crimes in the past were reported, Lockhart, who once swept the European wizarding world with his books, immediately became a mouse that everyone screamed. Overnight, All his former fans had disappeared.
All the wizards who were talking about this topic sneered and claimed that they had seen through his true colors a long time ago, as if they would be laughed at if they didn't say so.
"--15 years in prison, the Wizengamot did not take lightly this time,"
Amosta shook his head slightly and sighed, he didn't know what happened to this guy in the original book, and he thought it would definitely not be worse than it is now.
Just as Amostar was 'praying' for Lockhart who was going through prison life, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, making him frown.
"Just sit there, Draco and, don't you notice that your mother is carrying something in her hand, how did I teach you?"
The corner of Amosta's mouth twitched, with an inexplicable smile.
Although Draco, who is domineering and domineering at school, is not a typical rich second generation at home, he never dared to disobey his father's orders, and almost took away his mother in a half way. After seeing the things in Narcissa's hand, he turned his back to Lucius and rolled his eyes, muttering and walking towards Amosta.
"Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff won, then Ravenclaw also lost to Hufflepuff, you beat Hufflepuff, in the final Lost to Gryffindor but the total score is higher than Gryffindor, and you won the championship?"
Amosta raised his eyebrows, looked at Draco who was excited because he met him, but at the same time a little reserved, blinked and smiled,
"Wood didn't kill Potter?"
"I suspect he wants to kill everyone on the Gryffindor team!"
Draco bared his teeth with a happy expression. His father's expulsion from the Hogwarts school board did make him unhappy for a while, but in the end the victory in the Quidditch match took back all the face he had lost!
Thinking of the final score of Gryffindor and Slytherin in that game, which was fixed at 170-130, the moment Mrs. Hooch announced that Slytherin had won by a large score, they froze on the broomsticks like they were petrified. Draco couldn't hold back the grin on his face as they were on the Gryffindor team.
While Draco was tirelessly telling the smiling Amos the details of the final match, Lucius kept an eerie silence, neither looking at his son nor sizing up Amos Ta, with light gray eyes just staring at the passersby going back and forth in the bar, exudes a coldness on his body.
"Draco."
Narcissa Malfoy, who also remained silent, suddenly interrupted her son's showing off. She glanced at her husband calmly, stood up, and said in a more solemn tone than usual when communicating with Draco,
"I suddenly remembered that the few dresses I ordered from the Tuofan clothing store seem to have been completed, and I need you to accompany me."
"It's just a few clothes, Mom, there's no need to—"
"How dare you disobey your mother's orders, Draco?"
Lucius recovered from his wooden state, glared at Malfoy, and said sternly.
Watching Draco reluctantly follow his mother out of the Leaky Cauldron, Amosta looked away, shook out his wand and said 'shut your ears and listen', then smiled at Lucius Malfoy laugh,
"Your wife is very beautiful, Lucius, and very smart, too."
Lucius didn't speak. He looked at the elusive young wizard in front of him, and unconsciously, his breathing became a little short.
"- I hear you have been in trouble for some time since you lost your position as trustee at Hogwarts?
The father of several children in the Weasley family, Arthur Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Substances Department, seems to have gone to your manor many times in order to avenge his youngest daughter, and found a lot of interesting things. Gadgets? "
Thinking of that scum of a pure-blood wizard, Lucius's gray eyes almost burst into flames. Amosta was right, and the trouble Arthur Weasley had caused himself during this time almost made him a The laughing stock among pure-blood families, and what troubled him was that although Arthur was not a high-ranking officer, he had deep experience in the Ministry of Magic and had good friendships with many people. Satisfactory.
"This is also thanks to your brother, isn't it?"
Chasing the self-willed and depraved idiot who liked Muggles out of his mind, Lucius took a deep breath and looked at Amosta. Although there was a bit of a cold smile on his face, it was the gray eyes that had no smile at all,
"Speaking of one thing, I wondered for a long time, Mr. Blaine, you broke into Slytherin's secret room to subdue the beast, and saved several students. In order to praise, Fudge even went through special procedures to award you A useless medal, but why doesn't the Daily Prophet report on it at all, as if everything is done by Harry Potter and a few reckless friends."
"What do you think is the reason, Mr. Malfoy?"
Amosta picked up the goblet and sipped the red wine, and smiled slightly.
(End of this chapter)
After Lupine left, Amosta didn't leave the Leaky Cauldron right after him. He was exhausted from the multi-day mission. He asked the owner of the bar, Tom, to open a room for him, and planned to rest here for a night. , and return to the Muggle world tomorrow.
The sunshine in London at the beginning of July was bright with a hint of laziness. Amosta stayed in the room for the whole afternoon and did not go out until the sun was below the horizon and the moon was hanging on the branches. Then he rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly Tun sat up from the bed.
Once a person's spirit is relaxed, the body will soon fall into a loose state. Amosta rubbed his stomach that was already protesting, got up and dressed, and staggered out of the room.
Because Hogwarts is already on summer vacation, there are obviously a lot more wizards in the bar, but most of them just use it to walk through the world of wizards and Muggles, and there are not too many wizards who really stay.
Amosta also saw a few little wizards from the school, but because the seat he chose was behind a pillar, which was relatively remote, the children who were excited about the start of the beautiful summer vacation did not find him, and Amosta was also happy to relax , did not choose to take the initiative to say hello.
Chewing a piece of steak slowly, and taking two sips of mellow red wine, Amosta quietly enjoyed the leisurely time that only belonged to him.
Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, led his elites to hunt down the smugglers, but the news that they were all sent to St. Mungo's by a black wizard did not appear in the Daily Prophet, so the focus of the surrounding guests' discussion , it was still Gilderoy Lockhart who had just stepped down from the professorship of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in an unseemly way.
No matter which world you are in, it is a wise saying. After his despicable crimes in the past were reported, Lockhart, who once swept the European wizarding world with his books, immediately became a mouse that everyone screamed. Overnight, All his former fans had disappeared.
All the wizards who were talking about this topic sneered and claimed that they had seen through his true colors a long time ago, as if they would be laughed at if they didn't say so.
"--15 years in prison, the Wizengamot did not take lightly this time,"
Amosta shook his head slightly and sighed, he didn't know what happened to this guy in the original book, and he thought it would definitely not be worse than it is now.
Just as Amostar was 'praying' for Lockhart who was going through prison life, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, making him frown.
"Just sit there, Draco and, don't you notice that your mother is carrying something in her hand, how did I teach you?"
The corner of Amosta's mouth twitched, with an inexplicable smile.
Although Draco, who is domineering and domineering at school, is not a typical rich second generation at home, he never dared to disobey his father's orders, and almost took away his mother in a half way. After seeing the things in Narcissa's hand, he turned his back to Lucius and rolled his eyes, muttering and walking towards Amosta.
"Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff won, then Ravenclaw also lost to Hufflepuff, you beat Hufflepuff, in the final Lost to Gryffindor but the total score is higher than Gryffindor, and you won the championship?"
Amosta raised his eyebrows, looked at Draco who was excited because he met him, but at the same time a little reserved, blinked and smiled,
"Wood didn't kill Potter?"
"I suspect he wants to kill everyone on the Gryffindor team!"
Draco bared his teeth with a happy expression. His father's expulsion from the Hogwarts school board did make him unhappy for a while, but in the end the victory in the Quidditch match took back all the face he had lost!
Thinking of the final score of Gryffindor and Slytherin in that game, which was fixed at 170-130, the moment Mrs. Hooch announced that Slytherin had won by a large score, they froze on the broomsticks like they were petrified. Draco couldn't hold back the grin on his face as they were on the Gryffindor team.
While Draco was tirelessly telling the smiling Amos the details of the final match, Lucius kept an eerie silence, neither looking at his son nor sizing up Amos Ta, with light gray eyes just staring at the passersby going back and forth in the bar, exudes a coldness on his body.
"Draco."
Narcissa Malfoy, who also remained silent, suddenly interrupted her son's showing off. She glanced at her husband calmly, stood up, and said in a more solemn tone than usual when communicating with Draco,
"I suddenly remembered that the few dresses I ordered from the Tuofan clothing store seem to have been completed, and I need you to accompany me."
"It's just a few clothes, Mom, there's no need to—"
"How dare you disobey your mother's orders, Draco?"
Lucius recovered from his wooden state, glared at Malfoy, and said sternly.
Watching Draco reluctantly follow his mother out of the Leaky Cauldron, Amosta looked away, shook out his wand and said 'shut your ears and listen', then smiled at Lucius Malfoy laugh,
"Your wife is very beautiful, Lucius, and very smart, too."
Lucius didn't speak. He looked at the elusive young wizard in front of him, and unconsciously, his breathing became a little short.
"- I hear you have been in trouble for some time since you lost your position as trustee at Hogwarts?
The father of several children in the Weasley family, Arthur Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Substances Department, seems to have gone to your manor many times in order to avenge his youngest daughter, and found a lot of interesting things. Gadgets? "
Thinking of that scum of a pure-blood wizard, Lucius's gray eyes almost burst into flames. Amosta was right, and the trouble Arthur Weasley had caused himself during this time almost made him a The laughing stock among pure-blood families, and what troubled him was that although Arthur was not a high-ranking officer, he had deep experience in the Ministry of Magic and had good friendships with many people. Satisfactory.
"This is also thanks to your brother, isn't it?"
Chasing the self-willed and depraved idiot who liked Muggles out of his mind, Lucius took a deep breath and looked at Amosta. Although there was a bit of a cold smile on his face, it was the gray eyes that had no smile at all,
"Speaking of one thing, I wondered for a long time, Mr. Blaine, you broke into Slytherin's secret room to subdue the beast, and saved several students. In order to praise, Fudge even went through special procedures to award you A useless medal, but why doesn't the Daily Prophet report on it at all, as if everything is done by Harry Potter and a few reckless friends."
"What do you think is the reason, Mr. Malfoy?"
Amosta picked up the goblet and sipped the red wine, and smiled slightly.
(End of this chapter)
