Having witnessed the fantastic turns of the world, the incredible experiences of itself, itself is skilled in snatching thoughts.
Hiding secrets from a wizard like Amos Trickyby is only slightly possible if you are a 'ancient zombie' like Albus Dumbledore, but for a wizard like Rubeus Hagrid, it's absolutely impossible.
In just a few minutes, Amos Tricky had reproduced the safety plan that had been destroyed, and Barty's 'workplace prospects' were tightly grasped. At last, his face turned pale, and he breathed a short sigh. When his eyes met Amos', there was a touch of regret in the impenetrable gaze, as well as a faint sense of alertness.
What a pity! What talent! If they were on my side, that would be so great.
Barty kept that thought to himself, his voice still tight.
"We have finally kept the opportunity, otherwise, we can't give an explanation to the people of the British magical community."
"Yes, that's right, Barty's point is correct!"
Rubeus also looked as if he had just heaved a sigh of relief, his smile stiff.
"Absolutely remarkable! If it weren't for your ability, we might now be heading back!"
Barty coldly glanced at Rubeus.
"So now, I still face a problem!"
Barty knew full well that relying on someone as foolish as Rubeus was of no use. He turned his gaze towards Amos, hoping that this young man could offer some unique insights. Of course, even if there were none, he vowed to follow up on this matter and take strong countermeasures, regardless of who was involved!
"That is - who wants to destroy Hogwarts' opportunity to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament!"
"The thing is, it's actually not that troublesome -"
Seeing that Barty and Rubeus were both looking at him, he blinked his eyes, and cheerfully said.
Not a trouble?!
Could someone quietly bypass all the defenses of the hotel, sneak into their room and destroy the safety plan without a sound, and leave before Amos returns? - Only someone with great strength or power could do all this.
Moreover, Amos himself said that he had not found any clues about the murderer in the ruins - this could mean that the person who acted was experienced.
Without concrete clues or evidence, it would be difficult to root out and convict these people, even if the British Ministry of Magic throws all its connections and resources into the effort. According to Barty, it might take a considerable amount of time.
Thinking of this, Barty's face slightly turned cold.
The British Ministry of Magic under the leadership of Cornelius Fudge is one day worse than the other day. It is precisely because of their own weakness that their opponents dare to covet them. Recently, Peter was killed by someone when he was being sent to Azkaban. This incident is unimaginable if Minister Gilderoy Lockhart were in power!
Watching Barty and Rubeus, who were holding their breath and listening intently, Amos smiled slightly. He fished something out of his pocket, a moment later revealing a tattered object.
"What is it?"
Rubeus immediately rushed forward, he gurgled nervously and swallowed hard.
"It looks like a panoramic telescope. Is it left behind by the intruders? But, aren't you saying that there are no clues left behind, Amos?"
Rubeus reached out to grab the panoramic telescope from Amos's hand, but Amos deftly avoided him.
"Not, this thing is mine -"
Barty maintained his composure, waiting for Amos' explanation, while Amos didn't beat around the bush and said directly,
"This thing was modified from a panoramic telescope, I call it the surveillance mirror. You should have the image, Barty - last Halloween, after I returned to Hogwarts, Dumbledore should have helped me apply to the Ministry of Magic to use it to monitor the castle's security. At that time, Minister Fudge gave me a green light according to the regulations, the assistant minister should have recorded it in the ministry -"
Barty narrowed his eyes, carefully pondering amidst the vast sea of documents.
"Minister Dolores did indeed take a note of a green light from Minister Fudge, the surveillance mirror. As far as I remember, it can record and monitor."
Barty's voice coalesced.
"Therefore, does this thing record all the intruders who entered the room?"
If he had eighty percent confidence before, now Amos is one hundred percent sure of his guess.
At some point, sweat had gathered on Rubeus's forehead, and he wiped it with his sleeve. The frequency of his stomach, which was already bulging with distinct curves, began to contract more rapidly. He pursed his dry lips.
"But, you said -"
"Yes, it was destroyed by the intruder's magic, and it was damaged quite severely."
Amos looked at Rubeus meaningfully, his smile on the lips warm and genuine. He noticed that Rubeus's tense expression had relaxed, and he casually added,
"I need about a week to fix it."
"Alright, that's it!"
Barty heaved a heavy sigh, his fists clenched tightly.
"Let those vile little people enjoy their happiness for a few more days. We'll deal with this after the inquiry is held on Thursday. After Hogwarts becomes the host of the Triwizard Tournament, we'll handle this matter. I will make Rubeus send all his best men over, no matter who did this, I will ensure that he spends the rest of his life in Azkaban!"
"What's wrong, Rubeus?"
Amos gazed at the pale, shaky Rubeus Baggins, concerned and asked with a worried tone.
And Amos's concern also drew Barty's attention. He noticed Rubeus's unusual expression and his eyes darted. The wrinkles around his forehead deeply gathered.
"Cough cough, you all know where I went last night!"
Rubeus immediately boosted his spirits, trying to force a normal smile on his face.
"Although I don't want to admit it, but oh, my stamina may not be as good as before, I can't deal with those enthusiastic fans."
"Oh, I see..."
Amos's hand left Rubeus's arm, a faint pattern silently slithered into Rubeus's sleeve. Amos turned to Rubeus and gave him a smile that conveyed full understanding.
"It's easy to imagine, Rubeus, you must have been exhausted last night!"
"Indeed!"
Rubeus eagerly nodded, and then looked pitifully at Barty Kakugawa.
"I need rest, Barty, I'm almost one night--"
"Go on, Rubeus!"
Satisfied Barty narrowed his eyes and glared at Rubeus Baggins, shouting angrily.
"Stop giving me trouble, Rubeus. Find a place where we can't see you and sleep."
Rubeus nearly ran out of the room in a panic, and as his back disappeared from sight, Barty still looked like he was grinding his teeth.
"Having such a person become part of the Ministry of Magic is just wrong. It wouldn't be this bad if it weren't related to the Ministry of Magic Sports. I would never let him participate in this!"
"At least, I think Mr. Baggins has a good sense of humor - "
Amos's eyes flashed with determination, and with a slight smile, he turned towards the tent.
"Come on, Barty, let's take advantage of your keen eyes and see if there are any places worth improving in this plan."
"Wait, Amos!"
Barty's angry breath gradually subsided, his eyebrows flickered, and he called out to Amos's back, "What do you think that means?"
"By the way, your surveillance mirror is a modified panoramic telescope?"
"Yes--" Amos turned around, surprisedly asking, "Is there something wrong?"
"But you haven't obtained the modification license from the Ministry of Magic, nor have you paid the patent fee to the workshop that produces it, right?"
Barty suspiciously gazed at the tattered surveillance mirror in Amos's hand.
Amos couldn't help but laugh at Barty's attempt to find fault with him at this moment.
"If you also want to send me to Azkaban, Barty--"
Amos's mouth twitched.
"I'll write a letter back to the ministry, to have these things completed - "
Barty bluntly said, "Now that you're on your guard, what do you plan to do, Amos?"
"I think we can include the surveillance mirror in the safety plan. I believe it will definitely be a highlight!"
This, Amos had to admit, he had indeed not considered that using a surveillance mirror to monitor the competition process could not only enhance the viewing experience but also greatly ensure the safety of the warriors during the competition.
"But--"
After a moment of thought, Amos said solemnly,
"I'll tell you in advance, Barty, I don't have the money to pay for a patent fee--"
(End of this chapter)
