Chapter 1308: Burning Paris (2)

"Where are you taking us?"

Three people from the British Ministry of Magic followed the mysterious waiter and left the magnificent banquet hall and came to the corridor outside.

On the corridor surrounding the hotel's center supporting copper columns, there was a constant stream of waiters serving banquets.

Minister Bones is already one of the household names in the European wizarding world and often appears in wizarding newspapers published in various countries.

Many waiters in the corridor were curious about Minister Bones who left the banquet hall in a low-key manner with his guards in the middle of the banquet.

Along the way, they looked at the endless stream of service staff and guests staying in the hotel in the shade.

It was not until they entered the elevator car that Sirius raised his voice and asked sharply,
"Who exactly wants to see Minister Bones? What do you mean by it's related to Amosta?"

"I'm going to take you to a guest room on the seventh floor. Anyone who wants to see Minister Bones is there—"

The waiter said, ignoring the rest of Sirius' questions.

Amelia acted indifferent. Since she had decided to meet him, there was no need to hesitate.

What's more, he had two of the best Aurors in the British wizarding world by his side.

Seeing that the waiter was unwilling to answer, Sirius and Alastor both showed a hint of murderous intent between their brows.

Alastor's other good blue eye flashed with hesitation, and he was wondering whether to torture him using illegal means.

The elevator car reached the seventh floor after a period of smooth operation.

Before the elevator door opened, Alastor had already used his magic eyes to check outside. There was no ambush outside. In fact, there were not many guests in the intricate corridors.

As for whether there is any danger in the rooms on both sides of the corridor, it is hard to say.

As the top wizard business hotel in Paris, the area of ​​each room here has been expanded by the Traceless Expansion Spell, which also interferes with Alastor's magic eye.

Sirius and Alastor were guarding Amelia on both sides, always on guard. Suddenly, the door opened and a large group of desperadoes emerged from inside.

The waiter did not lead the group around in circles. After exiting the elevator hall, he led the three people to the corridor on the left. After walking straight through the corridor, they stopped in front of a door.

Du, du, du—
The waiter, ignoring Sirius's wand, which was almost pointed at his head, knocked on the door.

It wasn't until old Bana's face appeared in the crack of the door that Sirius and Alastor breathed a sigh of relief.

Amelia's tense shoulders relaxed.

"What's the matter, old Barna—"

As the direct sponsor of the British wizarding world's massive "Great Construction Movement", and with the relationship with Amosta, Amelia and Old Bana are already very familiar with each other. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyebrows were raised.

"Amosta. Is he here?"

"Come in, Minister Bones--"

The wrinkled old Bana just opened the door with a stern face.

But when Amelia saw the tall old man standing on the lawn behind the door of the manor-style room, she stopped in her tracks, and a trace of fear appeared on her stunned face!
Sirius and Alastor were both distraught!
"I expected that would be your reaction, Minister Bones—"

On the lawn, an old man with a short beard that was easy to maintain and showed a bit of toughness smiled slightly and said.

"Hope Dreggan!"

Alastor was the first to jump up. He pulled Amelia behind him and pointed his wand at Hope with a ferocious look on his face.
"It's the same old trick again!"

"Don't worry, Alastor--"

Old Bana's voice was hoarse.
"The one in front of you is the real Hope—"

"What about the one in the ballroom?"

Minister Bones asked in a deep voice, narrowing his eyes.

"He's Miguel Tooth, one of my subordinates--"

Hope, standing on the lawn, smiled.

The three people from the British Ministry of Magic all had solemn expressions on their faces. They stared at each other and pondered for a few breaths. Minister Bones glanced at the waiter standing aside.
"This gentleman just mentioned Amosta's plan?"

"This is not a lie Secretary Bones--"

Old Bana said, waving to the three people from the British Ministry of Magic and walking towards the manor behind the lawn, "We will explain everything, Minister Bones, but we must talk somewhere else now. We don't have a lot of time to waste-"

It's impossible not to have doubts, but old Bana and Hope in front of me do seem to be fine.

Amelia looked at Alastor, who, after staring deeply at the manor not far away for a few seconds, shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no ambush inside.

Sirius followed without waiting for Amelia to give instructions.
"I don't understand, if Amosta had any plans, why didn't he tell us in advance?"

"It has nothing to do with trust, Mr. Black—"

Hope explained as he strode towards the manor.

"Amosta formulated a plan to encircle and suppress the enemy after the fall of Eksta, during the period when the International Confederation of Wizards held a meeting to discuss countermeasures.
It is necessary to rely on the elite forces of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, so the possibility of leakage is very high. Therefore, Amosta chose to keep silent -"

"Who to encircle and suppress?"

Minister Bones did not question Hope's statement, but only asked,
"What exactly is the plan?"

"Of course it's the Death Eaters and the prisoners of Ekstad—"

Old Barna answered this question.

The group arrived in front of the manor. Hope and Old Bana stepped into the lotus-shaped fountain pool under the gaze of the three people from the British Ministry of Magic, and placed their hands on the gilded Galleon sculpture.
"As for the plan--"

Old Hope pursed his lips and looked at the three people who were still somewhat hesitant.
"Amosta called this plan - to lead the enemy into a trap."

In a flash of light, Old Bana and Hope disappeared in front of them.

Directional door key.

All three were wizards who held high positions and had seen a lot of time.

The true appearance of the Garlon sculpture was immediately identified.

Sirius and Alastor both looked towards Amelia, waiting for her to make a decision.

"Put yourself in a trap."

Amelia murmured softly, looking thoughtful.

Having said that, with her wisdom, it was not difficult to guess what Amosta was going to do.

Amosta's plan was based on a very reasonable assumption.

That is, in response to the establishment of the joint force, Voldemort will definitely order his subordinates to take equal retaliation when the opportunity arises.

Just like Amos Tower announced that he would confiscate the Death Eaters' assets after the Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban, which led to the Death Eater War.

Although the Ministry of Magic suffered heavy losses in this battle, it won the hearts of the people and created a relatively stable order for the British wizarding world.

And now, Amosta seems to be planning to repeat the same old trick.

Since it is impossible to grasp the timing of the Death Eaters' attack, just create an opportunity that is tempting for the Death Eaters.

"Put yourself in a trap."

Amelia murmured again, then smiled.
"It seems that I have been treated as a delicious but deadly food in a trap by Amos Star, along with all the heads of the Ministry of Magic of the signatory countries of the Mutual Defense Treaty. Is that right?"

Emilia's eyes turned dark.

It's a good plan. But Amosita uses so many politicians and heads of magic departments of various countries as bait, which will undoubtedly offend many people.
The hazy light flashed again, and before their vision could be cleared up again, the oncoming murderous aura made the three people from the British Ministry of Magic look stern!

"Welcome to the goblin town of Twin Moons, Minister Bones, and Mr. Black, Mr. Moody--"

Old Bana folded his long hands in front of him and smiled at the three people who were shocked beyond words.

"Oh these are the ones!"

Sirius looked at the crowd of heads in front of him, breathing heavily, but a blush appeared on his cheeks.
"How did you do it? So many, and when?"

"Just before the Daily Prophet published the report about the preparatory meeting—"

Hope's words were accompanied by a breath of iron and blood;
"This is all the strength the Federation and the fairies can bring out." (End of this chapter)