The Return to Hogwarts

Amosta never considered himself a moral paragon; his mind had long been focused on magic, and even in recent years, though he knew diligence was no longer of much use and his attention had occasionally slackened, he was still drawn to the favor of a young, underage witch.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Delacour--"

Amosta looked regretful. He was about to use the same excuse again, but he stopped abruptly when he was about to speak. At the same time, a sharp glint flashed in his pale purple eyes.

"I have urgent business to attend to. See you later, Miss Delacour."

After saying this, Amosta ignored Hibiscus's embarrassed and angry expression and left the banquet hall with hurried steps.

The hotel was protected by a powerful anti-apparition spell, and Amosta didn't want the whole world to know about it; otherwise, he would have simply flown into the air and rushed back to his room.

As soon as the elevator doors cracked open, in the deserted corridor, Amosta's magic enveloped his entire body, and a shadowy figure instantly flashed across a hundred feet, reappearing in front of a door.

The moment he pushed open the door, a thick layer of dust rushed out of the once picturesque courtyard. The tranquil and elegant courtyard and the charming villa were completely gone, leaving only a pile of messy rubble in front of Amosta!

interesting.

Amosta slowly entered the room, closing the door behind him. He stared at the dilapidated space, and unconsciously, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

It seems some people are eager to be reincarnated.

Chapter 403 Things are not simple

2023-08-03

Boom——

Amidst the ruins, a broken wooden pillar collapsed, sending up clouds of dust that filled the vast space.

"Heh, interesting--"

Amosta's slightly cold gaze swept across the unique cave, and after confirming that no one was there, he chuckled and muttered something under his breath.

From the moment the warning magic was triggered until he left the banquet hall and took the elevator to the seventh floor, the entire process took no more than two minutes. After going upstairs, the magic power of the surrounding floors was all within his monitoring range. However, the person who broke into the room and caused trouble had vanished without a trace.

Like Hogwarts and many magical places, this hotel is also shrouded in anti-Apparition charms and many spells that prohibit teleportation. Theoretically, wizards' methods of instantaneous movement are not possible here, but that's exactly what happens.

call!

Amosta's hand tightened, and a wand naturally fell into his palm. He raised the wand and swept it across, and a gust of wind descended from the sky, pressing all the dust floating in the air back to the ground. In an instant, the world before him returned to clarity.

Amosta trembled slightly, his body floating gently in the breeze, before he controlled himself to drift towards the collapsing villa.

Who could have done it?

The name Whip Dreggen immediately popped into Amosta's mind. It wasn't surprising at all; the venomous look he'd given Amosta just minutes before as he left the hotel was still etched in her memory.

However, Amosta wouldn't so readily assume that the perpetrator was none other than Whip Dregner, whose reputation had been severely damaged because of him. It was possible that Durmstrang or Beauxbatons were entirely innocent suspects; that was anyone's guess!

Logically, neither of the two schools would do something so unwise, because the person causing trouble in secret should know that Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic would definitely investigate to the end. If they were caught red-handed, then not only would the organizers of the Triwizard Tournament be banned, but this ancient event that represents exchange and friendship would most likely be canceled outright.

However, some people might want to take a gamble and leave no room for error.

Looking down at the pile of broken bricks and tiles, Amosta's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Igor Karkaroff. This guy doesn't seem like a respectable wizard, and he doesn't seem particularly bright either. He had left the banquet hall earlier than Wip Dregern, too.

despair--

Amosta floated back to the ground, his expression indifferent.

How interesting. Both Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman, who shared a room with him, had left the banquet hall early. If they had returned to their room, the intruder wouldn't have had a chance to cause trouble. But coincidentally, one had to go back to the Ministry of Magic to work overtime, and the other had gone out to find some excitement; neither of them were in their room.

Buzz--

Under the influence of magic, broken wooden beams and shattered marble tiles floated up from the ground and hovered in mid-air.

Amostella, sporting a milky-white magic wand resembling an eggshell, strode into the ruins with uneven steps. After a few glances, he located his room.

Everything in the room was in a terrible state of disrepair; the place was completely destroyed. According to the traces of magic left in the air, many sources of magic had appeared here before. They destroyed the villa with a powerful explosion spell and then suddenly disappeared.

Amidst the dust and debris, not a single scrap of paper could be found, but Amosta discovered some black ash.

With his penetrating gaze sweeping around again, Amosta was finally able to confirm a few minutes later that the black ash was likely left behind after his safety plan had been burned.

So it wasn't a personal grudge. The other side's goal was clear: to prevent Hogwarts from hosting the Triwizard Tournament. Moreover, the people who did it were experienced; their violent destruction of the villa wasn't to humiliate Amostella, but to cover up their presence there.

An irregularly shaped wall brick was moved around under Amosta's control, revealing the monitoring mirror, an alchemical tool designed by Amosta himself, which had been buried beneath it.

Amosta stepped forward, squatted down, and poked the now unrecognizable surveillance mirror with his finger, his expression somber.

Out of habitual caution, although Amosta didn't think anyone would launch a surprise attack while he was away from his room, he still placed a surveillance camera with built-in image storage in his bedroom. However, precisely because the camera was located in his room, the epicenter of the explosion, the camera, which had been enhanced with concealment magic and simple defensive spells, was completely destroyed.

Amostella briefly examined the magical corridor inside the surveillance mirror and then abandoned the idea of ​​repairing it.

The illusion magic above the false sky was probably the only thing still intact in the room. This sky was similar to the magic above the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Sensing someone entering the villa's territory, the canopy reflected the night sky outside in a series of light and shadow changes.

As an international metropolis, Paris's neon lights obscure the magnificent gifts of nature. Muggles cannot see a single star, and even wizards can only admire the dreamlike, dazzling Milky Way in this way.

Bathed in starlight, Amosta gazed silently at the completely broken surveillance mirror in his hand for a long time, and before he knew it, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

After collecting the wreckage of the surveillance camera, Amosta glanced at the ruins around him but showed no intention of repairing the villa.

“Let’s leave it at that for now—” Amosta muttered under his breath, “I’d like to see what you have to say.”

The room was definitely uninhabitable. Although Amostella had a travel tent in his luggage, he had no interest in sleeping amidst a pile of dusty ruins. He turned and headed towards the exit, intending to find a hotel staff member to book another room; after all, the bill would be sent to the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Blaine?"

The reception had ended, and a few hotel guests were scattered in the corridors on the seventh and sixth floors.

Mrs. Maxim and Fleur were talking in hushed tones when Amosta suddenly emerged from the door beside them, his trousers stained with ashes, catching both of them off guard.

"Have you encountered some trouble?" Mrs. Maxim raised an eyebrow and asked in a calm voice, "Do you need our help?"

“Oh, Mrs. Maxim, and Miss Delacour—”

In that moment of chance encounter, many thoughts flashed through Amosta's mind. He suppressed the slight surprise on his face and revealed a gentle smile.

Amosta stared into Mrs. Maxim's eyes and smiled wryly.

"Yes, we did encounter some trouble. Um... the house collapsed."

"The house collapsed?!"

Mrs. Maxim and Fleur looked at each other, unsure how to understand Amosta's words.

Not Beauxbatons.

Amostah came to this conclusion almost immediately: whether judged by experience or by magic, the bewilderment and astonishment shown by the two men from Beauxbatons were not feigned.

"yes--"

Amosta's smile became more genuine, and he shrugged helplessly.

"I was experimenting with magic in my room, but unfortunately, things went wrong, and I made a complete mess of the house. Oh, what bad luck! We're probably going to have to pay a hefty sum now."

Testing magic while wearing a formal dress?

He refused his own invitation. This was unprecedented, so he immediately fell into bad luck?

Furong fluttered her long, delicate eyelashes, her lips pursed as if suppressing a laugh. However, she immediately seemed to realize something, her azure eyes flickered in their sockets, and then she said with pity,

"Oh, that's unfortunate, Mr. Blaine. So, where will you be staying?"

"I plan to find a hotel and book another room."

Amosta brushed the dust off his trousers. "Hopefully Batty won't be furious when he finds out all this tomorrow morning."

"This plan is probably not going to work, Mr. Blaine—"

Mrs. Maxim said in a deep voice, "You probably don't know, but this Fairy Hotel is so popular that all the rooms need to be booked in advance. I'm afraid they can't provide you with an extra room outside of their plans."

"Uh--"

Amosta certainly hadn't anticipated this.

"Why don't you invite Mr. Blaine to live with us?"

Under the astonished gaze of Mrs. Maxim and the somewhat horrified look of Amosta, Fleur's lips curled up, and she said in a light voice...

"Anyway, the villa is very big, with many rooms, isn't it, Madam?"

Chapter 404 Another Competition (Part 1)

2023-08-04

Amos Tower in Paris is dealing with troubles targeting Hogwarts at a party, while Hermione Granger, the newly appointed assistant instructor—ostensibly a physical education class but actually a military training class—has been anxious all day.

As the gloomy sky grew darker, her condition became increasingly hysterical.

After dinner, the small groups participating in the course gradually gathered in the noisy common room. Hermione paced back and forth by the fireplace, anticipating what might happen next. Her anxious appearance made Neville, who was already apprehensive, even more at a loss.

"No need to be so nervous, Hermione—"

Hermione and Neville were appointed teaching assistants by Professor Blaine, which was definitely good news for Gryffindor, and Harry was also happy about it.

"If anything happens, we will not stand idly by."

"You don't understand, Harry!"

Hermione muttered in frustration,

“Something’s bound to happen, right? I have to be fully prepared so as not to let Professor Blaine down. If Professor Blaine comes back and sees that the physical education class he values ​​so much has been canceled, he’ll definitely kick me out of Hogwarts!”