After two hours, Amostar returned to his room at the hotel, which was still in ruins. He slowly returned to his chair and gazed into the star rays of the late night. His thoughts silently turned in his mind.
What happened tonight was indeed somewhat unexpected, but by the end of the day, it's not too bad.
Particularly, the request proposed by the old hag named Gersson Bara at the end can be considered as the greatest achievement of Amostar's trip to Paris.
In recent years, Amostar has been active in the underworld, establishing connections with those who walk in the shadows. When he was invited back to Hogwarts, he gradually moved into the public eye as one event led to another.
And in the "upper society," he also began to build another network of relationships.
This is actually something that was bound to happen eventually. In a society of different species, weak individuals instinctively seek protection from the stronger ones. As Amostar's powers become increasingly exposed to people, the number of those seeking his friendship will also increase, just like Gersson Bara today.
Gersson Bara's "surrender" to Amostar was very valuable, which meant that he had created a certain influence within the large potential biological population outside of wizards.
Power brings influence, and under certain circumstances, influence also means power.
This semester in the second half of the year, Harry will be promoted to fourth grade. Amostar doesn't remember when Tom Riddle actually returned to the magical world to start a new round of war, but it can be imagined that it was no later than two or three years ago.
What will he do when that happens?
How will Albus Dumbledore respond, how will the Ministry of Magic react, and what methods will Voldemort use to regain his former power?
He has already thought through the various responses of each side.
For Amostar, the biggest problem is not Voldemort, but Albus Dumbledore.
Both men are aligned in their goals, but the differences in their personalities and ideas are bound to create a rift between them. And once war is imminent, internal conflict is inevitable, which would undoubtedly be fatal.
There must be one side that has to compromise.
In Amostar's view, Dumbledore's biggest problem is that he is too kind-hearted. He always wants to keep the damage to a minimum and avoid involving more people in the war or causing them harm.
But Amostar's view is that under the sword of war, there are no innocent people.
As the saying goes, "mercy has no place in war." Under the onset of war, Dumbledore will not tolerate any fence-straddling, and it is necessary to clearly distinguish between enemies and friends. Then, he will gather all his forces and press forward step by step, compressing the enemy's living space at the same time, and incidentally eliminating some of the cancerous elements in the magical world.
However, to achieve this, he needs to have a stronger influence first.
The purple eyes reflected the twinkling tail light of the meteor, which was extremely bright but disappeared in a flash. Amostar tightened his fist on the armrest, then released it.
He still needs to choose the right timing to show off in front of everyone.
Regarding the Ministry of Magic, he also needs to maintain a significant influence, which is why Amostar didn't immediately drag Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mooney out and throw them in front of Bartemius Crouch.
Led by Gilderoy Lockhart, the Ministry of Magic is unable to face the situation after Voldemort's return, which surged like a flood.
Cornelius Fudge's fall from power is almost inevitable, and Amostar's current plan is to push Amelia Bones into the position of Minister for Magic after Fudge's fall.
This woman has a certain degree of decisiveness and courage. She is also dissatisfied with the stale situation in the magical world and wants to seek change, rather than being like Bartemius Crouch, who is concerned about power itself.
Ludo Bagman is not a wizard who can be entrusted with great responsibilities. He became a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic and the Director of the Department of Magical Games mainly because over the past ten years, Voldemort's impact on the magical world created a power vacuum that allowed this player-turned-director to exploit the situation.
But it cannot be denied that he is indeed popular with the general public, which means Ludo has a certain level of influence in the British magical community, so he has his value.
As for Cuthbert Moench, Amostar doesn't know him well, but from his age, it is only a matter of a year or two before he retires from his current position, and his reputation is not particularly outstanding. However, since he has something that is in his hands, and Amostar recently desperately wants to increase the influence of the Ministry of Magic.
An abrupt light streaked across Amostar's eyes, and he had already made up his mind about Cuthbert Moench in his heart.
Morning, outside of Paris.
On a winding branch of the Seine River, the misty water vapor kept changing shapes with the wind.
To the north of the river, there was a large area of water fields, and several machines driven by magic were cultivating the vast fields. Half a mile south of the bank of the stream, there was a sparse aspen forest. By the edge of the forest, there was a wooden house with five floors and red roof and white walls. At this moment, smoke was rising from its chimney, and there was a strong smell of wood smoke in the air.
A large expanse of land in front of the wooden house was covered with a layer of fallen leaves, and several little ones who looked to be about seven or eight years old were frolicking wildly along the cobblestone path leading to the riverbank.
A playful red-haired boy had separated from his siblings and was chasing a small goblin. He gradually came to the riverbank. A little fish leaped out of the clear stream and attracted the attention of the boy. He let go of the little goblin that had hidden in the mud, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his pants, and carefully stepped on the smooth pebbles by the riverbank to get into the water.
The early morning cold stream water made the boy's teeth chatter, but the little fish waving in the clear water soon attracted his attention.
He bent down, cupping his hands together, eagerly chasing after the little fish and occasionally letting out joyful laughter.
Danger always comes unexpectedly, the little boy who was playing in the water didn't realize that he was step by step walking towards the center of the stream.
At this moment, the children playing on the open ground finally noticed that one of them was missing. As they glanced around, a little girl with keen eyes spotted the little boy who was walking towards danger in the stream.
"What are you doing, Algernon!"
The little girl immediately let out a scream, and the two smaller boys were also immediately attracted to her attention. The three of them ran towards the riverbank at full speed.
"Come up quickly, Algernon!" The little girl, who stopped by the riverbank, panted and called out, "The water in the middle of the river is very deep. You will die!"
Splash!
A few sparkling water droplets scattered in the air, feeling the jumping life in the closed hand, Algernon happily laughed.
"Nothing serious, Camilla. Look what I've caught, wow! Why don't you all come down here? We can make a pot of fish soup for ourselves!"
Algernon smiled widely, straightening up, preparing to call his friends down from the riverbank. However, a irresistible dizziness suddenly overwhelmed him, making his vision blurry. In a panic scream that burst his eardrums, Algernon suddenly realized vaguely that the world in front of him was tipping!
Splash!
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blows up on the meandering stream. On the riverbank, several scared children screamed in an instant, and then a young man with gray hair and purple eyes suddenly appeared beside them. The man was carrying a waterlogged Algernon under his arm.
"Don't worry, kids. He's fine now..."
The gray-haired young man's friendly smile seemed to have a calming effect. Camilla glanced at Algernon, who still seemed dazed, swallowed, and felt less panicked.
"Who are you, sir? How did you appear here?"
The little girl spoke in a childish voice, "We were just playing when we saw you."
"What I mean is, this is the private estate of the Dragmire family, surrounded by magical protection. No one can enter without an invitation, unless—"
Kamila blinked her eyes curiously and asked, "Who are you?"
"Are you my grandfather's guest?"
The gray-haired man smiled slightly as he was about to set the mischievous little creature he was carrying down, but at that moment, an explosion-like sound suddenly echoed behind the children, and a slightly disoriented old figure appeared in the air.
"What's wrong, Kamila? I heard your--"
Before finishing his sentence, he suddenly stopped. In casual clothes, Viper Dragmire retracted his stiff expression and looked at his grandson under his arm. His hoarse voice was filled with intense hatred.
"What do you want, Amostar Brenn!"
(Chapter ends)
