The Return to Hogwarts

“Yes, Mr. Blaine, I am indeed writing to Albus—”

"Um--"

Amostah nodded, and after a moment of silence, his expression remained calm, but he looked at Kingsley with an unyielding gaze.

"From this moment forward until this matter is completely resolved, all our investigation progress reports shall be temporarily suspended to Dumbledore. Understand, Kingsley?"

Chapter 785 Clearing the Clouds to Reveal the Moon

2024-03-04

The atmosphere in the living room grew somewhat oppressive in the silence. Kingsley stared at Amosta, whose face was ashen, his thick lips moved a few times but he said nothing. However, he conveyed his doubts well through subtle changes in his expression.

As an intern reporter, Louise was well-versed in reading people's expressions and moods. She kept switching her gaze between Amosta and Kingsley, accurately sensing the subtle atmosphere between the two.

Who exactly is Dumbledore?

Louise had heard this name more than once in their previous conversations, and based on their manner of speaking when they mentioned him, she assumed he was a leader of a higher rank than Amosta.

Since Amosta Blaine is the vice-chairman of the Wizarding Confederation, then Dumbledore must be the chairman, right?

Louise's eyes darted around, and her unintentional guess happened to hit the nail on the head regarding the truth.

But why did Amosta want Kingsley to stop reporting? Was it a political struggle, or...?

Louise's eyes widened slightly, her gaze towards Amostella filled with tension. Could it be that Dumbledore was behind the group persecuting Fraser?!

"It's not impossible," Louise thought, pursing her lips.

Since the wizarding world has the so-called strict "Wizarding Secrecy Act," and those people dare to disregard this law, they harm ordinary people, that is, Muggles, and according to Frazier, they even dare to conduct experiments on pregnant women and infants. This is an heinous act even in her world, and once exposed, it will definitely arouse the anger of the whole world.

Therefore, it is not incomprehensible that this criminal gang has a powerful official background!

Perhaps it was because Amosta sensed something that he abandoned Kingsley to investigate alone? So, is this Mr. Kingsley Shackleton on Dumbledore's side?

With this thought in mind, Louise's gaze towards Kingsley also became somewhat strange. She shrugged and subconsciously moved closer to Amosta.

If the two wizards were to fight later, Kingsley would undoubtedly have an overwhelming advantage in terms of physique, but Amosta is praised by so many wizards as the most powerful wizard of his time.

“I understand, Mr. Blaine--”

After staring into Amosta's calm eyes for a long time, Kingsley seemed to have finally confirmed something. He slowly nodded in agreement.

Ugh? !

Louise, who was lost in thought, almost lost her composure, but she also showed considerable astonishment. The arguments, questioning, anger, and even the drawing of the cane that she had imagined and expected did not happen. Kingsley had actually agreed.

Not only Louise, but even Amosta raised an eyebrow.

“I thought I would need to use some persuasion to convince you, Kingsley—”

Amosta said in a gentle tone.

"If you'd like to explain, that would be wonderful—"

Kingsley's voice was still hoarse and deep, but a smile played on his lips.

“But I believe you must have a valid reason for keeping this from Albus.”

Amostah picked up his teacup and savored the unique flavor of the tea once more. He was certain he wouldn't fall in love with this herbal tea, but drinking it occasionally did have its own charm.

"Thank you for your trust, Kingsley—"

Amosta nodded his thanks. Unlike Sirius and Black, Kingsley was neither his true subordinate nor his close friend. On the contrary, like Arthur, he had a deep friendship with Dumbledore, and it was rare that he would cooperate with him on this matter.

Of course, in return, Amosta also said, somewhat solemnly,

"Everything I've done is to ensure that the murderers who harmed Hermione and Frazier, as well as those innocent Muggles, receive the punishment they deserve—"

"So what should we do next?"

Amosta's final promise brought Louise, who was feeling a little disappointed as a grand drama seemed about to unfold abruptly, back to reality. A touch of emotion welled up within her. She subconsciously overlooked the fact that Amosta's focused pursuit of the murderer was primarily to seek justice for his student, and instead assumed it was for Fraser and those ordinary people who couldn't use magic.

Louise, who had been cooped up here for two days, asked impatiently.

"Aeschylus and Jasna, or Wittelsbach? Do you know anyone here?"

The flames in the fireplace kept the temperature in the cramped living room high. Amostah's coat, which he had taken off, twisted and flew across the living room to a hook nailed to the wooden wall on one side. This scene made Louise look dazed for a moment again.

Standing up, Amosta stood in front of the sliding window, where countless tiny water droplets had condensed. Through the foggy glass, he gazed at the sky outside, where the mist swirled in the strong wind.

At this point, the clouds have parted and the moon is about to shine again.

"Fraser told you that after leaving Italy, he was taken to a new location to cooperate with research—"

After a long silence, Amosta turned to look at Louise, but did not answer the question directly.

"This place is very likely Berlin. The dark wizards we're looking for are probably all in this city; there might be one of their testing grounds here—"

Taking down this group's stronghold is a must, but the key question is how.

"Should we inform the German Ministry of Magic?"

Kingsley hesitated for a moment before offering his suggestion.

Amosta knew what Kingsley was worried about. After eliminating this group, the cleanup would definitely require the cooperation of the local Ministry of Magic, but that was the problem. Kingsley had no law enforcement authority in this country, and strictly speaking, Amosta could not interfere with the operation of German wizarding society without authorization from the Federation.

"Let's find this outpost first—"

After a moment's thought, Amosta shook his head.

They were unaware of the situation at the German Ministry of Magic. There might be informants within the ministry. Even if there weren't, if the German Ministry of Magic was in a similar situation to the British Ministry of Magic, they would have no way of keeping the secret. News of a cruel dark wizarding group conducting secret experiments on Muggles would soon spread like wildfire.

Therefore, Amosta decided that it was best not to negotiate with the German Ministry of Magic for the time being. Even if the German Ministry of Magic was very dissatisfied, they couldn't do anything about it; at most, they could only talk back.

“We don’t deal with the German Ministry of Magic, Mr. Blaine—”

Kingsley was still somewhat hesitant.

“Finding these people is extremely difficult. To avoid attracting attention, we can't mobilize a large number of Aurors to enter the country. Moreover, given Miss Granger's situation, we probably don't have much time—”

“We don’t need an investigation, Kingsley—”

Amosta smiled.

"Furthermore, I don't believe that the German Ministry of Magic has any real information about Aeschylus and Wittelsbach."

Louise, who had been listening attentively, immediately noticed that Amosta had omitted the mention of Jasna, whom he had told her about after his return and Kingsley.

"What about Jasna Vogel?"

Louise immediately pointed it out.

"Oh, about her—"

Amosta's smile became unfathomable.

"Perhaps we could try our luck at her house; maybe her parents know where she is—"

Chapter 786 Anton Vogel

2024-03-05

"Where is this?"

One second they were at a holiday hotel on the outskirts of Berlin, but as Louise collapsed to the ground, dizzy and breathless, with a strong feeling of suffocation and pressure on her body, she found herself in a field planted with rapeseed and winter wheat.

After catching her breath several times, the world before her eyes finally cleared up. Looking at Amostah and Kingsley, who had landed steadily beside her, Louise muttered (a perverted wizard), then took the hand Amostah offered and staggered to her feet.

A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a pleasant, fresh scent. Louise twirled around, taking in her surroundings.

The gloomy sky over Berlin was gone; now, the sky above them was a jewel-like blue. Not far away, a clear river flowing through the open fields reflected the color of the sky, accompanied by the crisp, melodious sound of the flowing water, as beautiful as if it had flowed out of a fairy tale.

Standing on the high ridge of the field, Louise tiptoed and gazed at the river that seemed to be flowing through the channel like countless jewels. She was lost in thought for a moment, and when she saw the golden farmland stretching all the way to the horizon, she felt an immense sense of joy.

We are now on the outskirts of Bonn—

Beautiful natural scenery can always lift one's spirits, and even Amosta's smile became lighter. He wandered around like Louise, and soon, behind the swaying wheat stalks, he saw a faint, rotating black shadow, which must be the mill blades.

Let's go--

Having determined the direction, Amosta took the lead and walked towards it.

"Before I went to find you, I did some research. Some old friends helped me find this secluded place, a great place to retire—"

Amosta said something strange.

Kingsley, walking at the very back, stared over Louise's head at Amosta's back, once again marveling at Amosta's incredible abilities.

However, it is indeed a strange thing. Mr. Blaine did not know where Jasna Vogel was, but he found her house.

However, Kingsley quickly dismissed the thought, and carefully walked along the weed-covered, somewhat slippery ridge.

"Regarding what we were investigating before, Mr. Blaine, those dark wizards capable of creating seed separation techniques, just last night, we received new information from the department—"

Amosta tilted his head slightly, indicating that he was listening.

"Based on the information you provided earlier, we initially located the guy temporarily residing in the UK, but after investigation, we ruled him out as a suspect—"

Kingsley gathered his thoughts briefly, and then began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"But apart from him, our investigations in other countries haven't gone smoothly. In the Far East, our people did find someone on the list, but he refused to communicate with us and injured one of our men before fleeing. The disturbance attracted the attention of the local Ministry of Magic, and to avoid further conflict, our people returned. The one living in France had already emigrated to the United States two years ago, and logically speaking, he had neither the time nor the motive to commit the crime, so we didn't continue the investigation."

Amostah pursed his lips slightly, his face darkening; that guy Willorens had really screwed him over.