Hogwarts Homecoming

Rita finally realized one thing, that is, the young person sitting opposite her, if placed in the Ministry of Magic at this age, might still be a cold bench in an unpopular department, or Amosta, who was running errands · Bryan, not her usual kind of brainless 'stupid'.

He's brilliant, he's vigilant, and most importantly, Amosta Blaine has amazing personal connections.

You know, even if the Minister of Magic wants to withdraw her article from the Daily Prophet, it is not an easy matter, but according to the information she inquired, Amosta Bryan actually has the energy to publish in the next issue. When the newspaper had started printing in large quantities, it ordered the agency to withdraw her article.

"I don't understand what you mean, Amosta—"

Rita raised her thickly drawn eyebrows, smeared a thick layer of powder on her face, which made her expression stiff, the smile disappeared, and her eyes became indifferent.

"Our readers have a right to the truth, Amostar, and it's my job to find the truth."

As silence fell, Rita's shorthand quill began to spread rumors again:

When the author asked about the horrific attack on classmates that happened at Hogwarts that year (the author will attach the details to the report), Amosta Bryan, who became famous for destroying Greyback, categorically denied and said: The reaction was fierce, which made us have to doubt the true face of this hero shrouded in a heroic halo.

Amostar shook his head in disappointment.

His purpose of letting the female reporter in was to have a good chat with her and establish a certain degree of friendship, but he really didn't expect Rita Skeeter to be so stubborn in trying to spread rumors about him.

"I think it's a bad decision to start this conversation, Ms. Rita Skeeter—"

boom!

Under the bright sunlight, the glass coffee table reflecting the sun's rays burst into flames, and Rita Skeeter jumped up, trying to save her crocodile leather bracelet and her feathers from the flames Pen, but the flame was so intense that in the blink of an eye, all her possessions were reduced to ashes.

After a few breaths, the flame dissipated, and the glass tea table and a pot of green plants placed on the table were intact, and the breeze blew, and the remaining ashes swirled out of the glass guardrail, disappearing completely.

"How dare you do that, Amosta!"

Rita Skeeter, who has interviewed countless famous wizards in her career, has never met such an unscrupulous person. She glared at Amosta viciously,

"Amosta Bryan, you will pay for your actions, I swear, you will be ruined!"

"Leave, Rita Skeeter, I still have things to do, so I won't send you away personally--"

After waving his hand, the door of the living room opened automatically, Amosta said lightly.

If Rita Skeeter understands the operating rules behind the illusion of tranquility and peace in the magical world, whether it is on the ground or under the ground, she will not do any stupid things out of impulse, if she is really not clear enough At least, she would ruin her career, and at worst, she would face the same or worse fate as that guy who is also a best-selling author.

Rita Skeeter stormed off, slamming the door behind her with a loud clang as she left.

And Amosta just shook his head slightly, got up and walked to the desk, and continued to deal with the interrupted reply just now.

Rita Skeeter, standing in front of the door, was livid and out of breath,

"Damn Amosta Bryan. No one has ever dared to do this before. Huh. Intercept my reports and destroy my things!"

Rita stared at the door fiercely, thinking about something in her heart.

"There must be something shady, right, oh, of course, these big names are like this. It's not easy to find someone to inquire about. Brian is very mysterious. No one knows that he left Hogwarts. What have you done in the past two or three years. There are problems here.”

Before coming to the door today, Rita Skeeter investigated Amosta Bryan, who suddenly appeared in the public eye, but the results of the investigation were not satisfactory.

All the information she could find was about Amosta's work before she graduated from Hogwarts, and after graduation, until she was hired by the Hogwarts board last year to enter the school to find the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets , Amosta seems to have completely disappeared from the magic world, and no information can be found.

Amosta Bryan neither chose to work in the Ministry of Magic, nor did he work in any of the famous companies in the magic world, and he also cut off all contact with his former classmates.

There is only one possible explanation, that is, Amosta Bryan has returned to the Muggle world and no longer has any intersection with the wizarding world.

But is this possible?

A powerful wizard who chose to hang out with Muggles away from the wizarding world was as inconceivable as a centaur who left the forest to seek a living in Diagon Alley.

Moreover, how did he establish connections with those dignitaries?

There is only one possibility, that he hides his identity, and has been secretly working for those corrupt pure-blood wizard families, and working for those politicians who live on their corpses.

A smug light flashed in Rita's eyes, and she thought she had discovered the truth of the matter.

However, she now lacks key evidence.

Rita is not one of those ignorant journalists. She knows what kind of reports can attract the attention of the public. Rumors alone are not enough. There must be part of the truth in the lies to make it difficult for people to tell the truth from the false!

Rita's eyes flashed with kindness, and she thought of the pile of letters on the desk in the room.

"You'll pay the price soon"

After making up her mind, Rita's expression brightened, she stared at the door contemptuously, turned around and hurriedly disappeared into the corridor with arrogant steps.

If only a few harsh words were said, and he started to tremble and panic all day long, then Amosta might not be able to sleep peacefully these years. Rita Skeeter's visit was just for him. A small episode was quickly forgotten by him.

Probably because the letters had been cleaned up, the desk in the room looked much neater. Glancing at the place where the hour and minute hands of the clock hung on the wall, Amosta stretched his waist and let out a sigh, and closed the desk. read the magic book in front of him.

In late February, in the middle of the night, the breeze lingering among the high-rise buildings is already mixed with a strong breath of spring.

Standing on the balcony and looking out, the quiet city is still brightly lit, and even the clear moonlight cast by the bright moon on the earth melts into this cloudy halo.

Maybe it's because he has been worrying about a lot of things recently. Recently, his head has always felt intermittently swollen. When the abnormality disappears, it will be followed by fatigue that goes deep into the bone marrow.

A wizard with high magic power has a lot of energy that ordinary people can't match. This phenomenon is unusual. It may represent some kind of problem with his body, and the problem has initially become serious.

"Getting older."

Amosta laughed at himself, then turned and walked into the room, closed the glass door, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest, but, from the slight twitching of his eyebrows, it could be seen that he was probably enduring something.

The lights in the last room of the hotel building were finally turned off. On the top of a pine tree in the courtyard downstairs of the hotel, a big fat beetle fluttered its wings and flew towards the sky just now. The house that went out flew away.

The beetle stayed on the top of the glass guardrail, and when the occupant of the room was found to be lying down through the gap in the curtain, the vibrating hum of the beetle's wings conveyed joyful emotions.

It was very patient and did not try to break into the room right away, but pretended to be a normal beetle and crawled up and down the glass panel, pretending to be interested in the dead mosquito stuck to the glass parapet.

There was no strange movement in the room. Twenty minutes later, the beetle finally couldn't hold back. It landed on the floor of the balcony, aimed at the gap between the sliding door and the floor, charged, and tried to squeeze into the room through the gap!

boom!

The flames were as bright as Christmas fireworks for a moment, and the roar of the explosion made the trance of more than a dozen nearby rooms tremble, and the lights were turned on one after another in the dark rooms, and people ran around in panic, screaming There was a loud noise, and people on the entire three or four floors were shouting that a gas explosion had occurred!

Looking at the completely shattered glass door and the guardrail made of tempered glass, as well as the small half of her body hanging hundreds of feet in the air, Rita S., whose blond hair and cheeks were burnt black, fainted from breathing black smoke. Kit, Amosta raised his eyebrows and showed a weird smile