Chapter 143 Meet again
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 143 Meet again
Amosta didn't know yet that a silent conspiracy planned by Greyback was approaching him. Of course, if he knew, he might be happy to hear it.
Because of the trip to Avalon Island, his strength has improved a lot. In order to make the sudden increase in magic power better fit with himself, he found a quiet hotel in the suburbs of London and rested for a few days. After getting used to all this, he packed his bags and returned to the magical world.
The moment he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, his eyes swept across the slightly dark hall, and Amosta, who had changed back to the wizard's attire, frowned a little.
As the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the gateway to the Muggle world and the wizarding world, it should be full of people during the summer vacation, and the air should be filled with the aroma of food and wine, but in fact it is not.
At a glance, there are not many people in the dirty and dim bar, only in the unremarkable seats near the wall, there are a few guys who cover themselves tightly and smoke long pipes, ah Mosta casually glanced at those people, keeping his expression calm, but doubts arose in his heart.
In the underground world, Amosta, who was already considered an 'old man', easily discovered the 'stink' of that place on these people.
Amosta didn't think there was anything wrong with the presence of this group of people in the Leaky Cauldron. What puzzled him was that when he looked at them from the corner of his eyes, they were also looking at him, and, betting What came over was a naked and undisguised searching gaze.
And this seemed a little out of place.
Wizards who are active in the underground world know a "basic common sense", that is, don't have too much curiosity, if you don't make up your mind to deal with someone, then you'd better not stare at one person, otherwise, you It is very likely to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
Since these people came from there, it is impossible not to know this kind of common sense.
"Vitia Corona—"
The first thought that popped up in Amosta's mind was whether the woman who ran away from him had exposed her true identity, and thus attracted a group of people who had a relationship with the 'Golden Viper' in the past. People who have been in conflict are in ambush, but after thinking about it, they feel that it is unlikely.
It's not that she doesn't think Vitia won't do that, but that if she really does, she won't be so bewildered.
Including Foley, Golden Viper still has some well-informed friends in the underground world. If his identity is exposed, he will not fail to be reminded.
Just when Amosta was puzzled, the group of sneaky guys by the wall withdrew their gazes one after another. They looked at each other, shook their heads covertly, and lowered their heads to deal with the cigarette bag in their hands and the wooden table. Here comes the rum.
"These guys are looking for someone, but not themselves—"
Amosta narrowed his eyes, a realization came to his heart, and his steps returned to normal.
At this moment, a large family rushed out from the other side of the bar. They were in a hurry, carrying luggage, and firmly guarded a six or seven-year-old boy in the middle.
"Mom, why are we going to Paris all of a sudden?"
The little boy who was almost being dragged forward was full of resistance, and asked with a mutter.
"Oh, I've told you several times, honey, that it's because your grandmother isn't well, and we need to visit her—"
A middle-aged witch with disheveled hair who seemed to have no time to tidy herself up before going out replied in a hasty voice.
"You lied, Mom, I know the reason." The little boy's immature face showed dissatisfaction with perfunctory, "It's all because of that little—"
"Shut up, Baker!"
When passing by Amosta, the little boy's father glanced at him vigilantly, and reprimanded him in the harshest tone, "This is not something that can be discussed in public, we don't know who is reliable!"
Amosta turned his head and watched the family walk out of the Leaky Cauldron. The figures quickly disappeared from his sight. Turning his head, he happened to see that the group of people by the wall also looked away, and the eyes of both sides were in the air. They moved away as soon as they were touched, and each glanced at other places.
Something happened, and, it seemed, it was not a trivial matter.
Smelling the tense atmosphere in the air, Amosta came to this conclusion easily.
"Wait a minute. Let me think about it, oh, yes, Mr. Minister, room 11 is still available, you can put him there!"
A voice came from the passage by the bar, which Amosta could hear. It was Tom, the hunchback owner of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Minister." Amosta's eyes moved,
"Dinner time, the Minister of Magic, who is busy with everything, is supposed to appear at the reception held by those noble pure-blood families, but he came to the Leaky Cauldron to arrange a room for whom?"
This question crossed Amosta's mind, and in less than a second, he made a decision to not meet Cornelius Fudge for the time being.
From the two meetings before and after solving the Chamber of Secrets incident last semester, Amosta could see that Fudge was a typical politician from his completely different attitude towards him.
The "friendship criterion" of a qualified politician is whether this person is useful, or in other words, whether he can bring enough benefits to himself.
Amosta doesn't want to get too involved with politicians, especially big politicians like the Minister of Magic. It is true that contacts are a very precious resource, but in order to obtain this resource, the price you need to pay, or, The troubles that follow are enormous.
"--well, it doesn't matter, as long as it's comfortable to live in, by the way, Potter's luggage."
"I'll send Mr. Potter's luggage to his room, don't worry, Mr. Minister!" Bar owner Tom said graciously.
Porter? !
Amosta, who was about to leave quickly, stopped suddenly, and looked at the corridor with a surprised expression.
How many Potters are there in the magic world who let the noble Minister of Magic take care of their luggage?
But shouldn't Potter be spending the summer vacation at his uncle and aunt's house? Why did he suddenly appear in the Leaky Cauldron?
It was obviously only a week since the two met last time, and Amosta was sure that he remembered the date correctly.
The sound of footsteps walking in became weak, Amosta narrowed his eyes, and then, with a friendly expression, he quickly opened the barrier by the bar and walked in, his eyes jumped over Tom who was coming outside, and looked To the short and fat wizard in a striped cloak inside, he waved and shouted,
"Stay here, Minister Fudge!"
Fudge, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze. He turned and looked at the young man who greeted him at the bar. There was a little confusion in his eyes, but it only took a very short time for the confusion to turn into something mixed with it. A pleasant surprise, and this also dilutes the depth of the tired-soaked wrinkles on his forehead,
"Oh, look who it is!"
Fudge walked outside with a smile and opened his arms to Amosta
"The winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, the outstanding young wizard who solved the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and donated an incomparably precious basilisk to the Ministry of Magic—Amosta Brayne!"
(End of this chapter)
Amosta didn't know yet that a silent conspiracy planned by Greyback was approaching him. Of course, if he knew, he might be happy to hear it.
Because of the trip to Avalon Island, his strength has improved a lot. In order to make the sudden increase in magic power better fit with himself, he found a quiet hotel in the suburbs of London and rested for a few days. After getting used to all this, he packed his bags and returned to the magical world.
The moment he stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, his eyes swept across the slightly dark hall, and Amosta, who had changed back to the wizard's attire, frowned a little.
As the Leaky Cauldron Bar, the gateway to the Muggle world and the wizarding world, it should be full of people during the summer vacation, and the air should be filled with the aroma of food and wine, but in fact it is not.
At a glance, there are not many people in the dirty and dim bar, only in the unremarkable seats near the wall, there are a few guys who cover themselves tightly and smoke long pipes, ah Mosta casually glanced at those people, keeping his expression calm, but doubts arose in his heart.
In the underground world, Amosta, who was already considered an 'old man', easily discovered the 'stink' of that place on these people.
Amosta didn't think there was anything wrong with the presence of this group of people in the Leaky Cauldron. What puzzled him was that when he looked at them from the corner of his eyes, they were also looking at him, and, betting What came over was a naked and undisguised searching gaze.
And this seemed a little out of place.
Wizards who are active in the underground world know a "basic common sense", that is, don't have too much curiosity, if you don't make up your mind to deal with someone, then you'd better not stare at one person, otherwise, you It is very likely to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
Since these people came from there, it is impossible not to know this kind of common sense.
"Vitia Corona—"
The first thought that popped up in Amosta's mind was whether the woman who ran away from him had exposed her true identity, and thus attracted a group of people who had a relationship with the 'Golden Viper' in the past. People who have been in conflict are in ambush, but after thinking about it, they feel that it is unlikely.
It's not that she doesn't think Vitia won't do that, but that if she really does, she won't be so bewildered.
Including Foley, Golden Viper still has some well-informed friends in the underground world. If his identity is exposed, he will not fail to be reminded.
Just when Amosta was puzzled, the group of sneaky guys by the wall withdrew their gazes one after another. They looked at each other, shook their heads covertly, and lowered their heads to deal with the cigarette bag in their hands and the wooden table. Here comes the rum.
"These guys are looking for someone, but not themselves—"
Amosta narrowed his eyes, a realization came to his heart, and his steps returned to normal.
At this moment, a large family rushed out from the other side of the bar. They were in a hurry, carrying luggage, and firmly guarded a six or seven-year-old boy in the middle.
"Mom, why are we going to Paris all of a sudden?"
The little boy who was almost being dragged forward was full of resistance, and asked with a mutter.
"Oh, I've told you several times, honey, that it's because your grandmother isn't well, and we need to visit her—"
A middle-aged witch with disheveled hair who seemed to have no time to tidy herself up before going out replied in a hasty voice.
"You lied, Mom, I know the reason." The little boy's immature face showed dissatisfaction with perfunctory, "It's all because of that little—"
"Shut up, Baker!"
When passing by Amosta, the little boy's father glanced at him vigilantly, and reprimanded him in the harshest tone, "This is not something that can be discussed in public, we don't know who is reliable!"
Amosta turned his head and watched the family walk out of the Leaky Cauldron. The figures quickly disappeared from his sight. Turning his head, he happened to see that the group of people by the wall also looked away, and the eyes of both sides were in the air. They moved away as soon as they were touched, and each glanced at other places.
Something happened, and, it seemed, it was not a trivial matter.
Smelling the tense atmosphere in the air, Amosta came to this conclusion easily.
"Wait a minute. Let me think about it, oh, yes, Mr. Minister, room 11 is still available, you can put him there!"
A voice came from the passage by the bar, which Amosta could hear. It was Tom, the hunchback owner of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Minister." Amosta's eyes moved,
"Dinner time, the Minister of Magic, who is busy with everything, is supposed to appear at the reception held by those noble pure-blood families, but he came to the Leaky Cauldron to arrange a room for whom?"
This question crossed Amosta's mind, and in less than a second, he made a decision to not meet Cornelius Fudge for the time being.
From the two meetings before and after solving the Chamber of Secrets incident last semester, Amosta could see that Fudge was a typical politician from his completely different attitude towards him.
The "friendship criterion" of a qualified politician is whether this person is useful, or in other words, whether he can bring enough benefits to himself.
Amosta doesn't want to get too involved with politicians, especially big politicians like the Minister of Magic. It is true that contacts are a very precious resource, but in order to obtain this resource, the price you need to pay, or, The troubles that follow are enormous.
"--well, it doesn't matter, as long as it's comfortable to live in, by the way, Potter's luggage."
"I'll send Mr. Potter's luggage to his room, don't worry, Mr. Minister!" Bar owner Tom said graciously.
Porter? !
Amosta, who was about to leave quickly, stopped suddenly, and looked at the corridor with a surprised expression.
How many Potters are there in the magic world who let the noble Minister of Magic take care of their luggage?
But shouldn't Potter be spending the summer vacation at his uncle and aunt's house? Why did he suddenly appear in the Leaky Cauldron?
It was obviously only a week since the two met last time, and Amosta was sure that he remembered the date correctly.
The sound of footsteps walking in became weak, Amosta narrowed his eyes, and then, with a friendly expression, he quickly opened the barrier by the bar and walked in, his eyes jumped over Tom who was coming outside, and looked To the short and fat wizard in a striped cloak inside, he waved and shouted,
"Stay here, Minister Fudge!"
Fudge, who was about to walk up the stairs, froze. He turned and looked at the young man who greeted him at the bar. There was a little confusion in his eyes, but it only took a very short time for the confusion to turn into something mixed with it. A pleasant surprise, and this also dilutes the depth of the tired-soaked wrinkles on his forehead,
"Oh, look who it is!"
Fudge walked outside with a smile and opened his arms to Amosta
"The winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, the outstanding young wizard who solved the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets and donated an incomparably precious basilisk to the Ministry of Magic—Amosta Brayne!"
(End of this chapter)
