"Are your parents inviting me to their house for dinner?"
In the hotel suite, Amostar slowly set the wine glass in his hand on the snowy white marble wine stand with whirlpool pattern. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
Of course, he would not be surprised that the Dett couple invited him to dinner at their home. After identifying his identity, it would be strange if the elderly couple had no reaction at all, but on the surface, it was reasonable for him to show some suspicion.
"Oh, of course--"
Amy felt that this was unexpected and her cheeks turned red. She was about to lose her usual faceless expression and looked towards Lemus, who was looking up at her.
"And Lemms."
Amy gasped and looked at Lemus, "My father likes the strange stories about the British magical world you share with him, so he invited you as well."
"Oh, thank you--"
Stunned, Lemms came to his senses. He glanced at Amostar, who was deep in thought, then at Amelia, who was trying to hide her bashful emotions, and his lips unconsciously tightened.
If Lemus couldn't figure it out, and if it turned out that the Dett couple had invited both him and Amostar, and Amostar was the one being added as a bonus, then he would feel like his 30-odd years of life had been wasted.
"Oh, thank you for the invitation--"
Out of respect, Lemms put down the documents and stood up. He poured another drink and said, with a look of regret on his face,
"But I'm sorry, Amelia, I"
Lemus racked his brains, then he picked up the documents on the table and waved them at Amelia,
"Look, as the manager of the workshop, I can't just leave now. I have to give a detailed presentation of our workshop's products and our production and business model to all the reviewers at the joint review meeting. You don't know how much information I need to jot down. Even after the review meeting is over, I have to prepare additional materials immediately based on the review results, or, if necessary, immediately return to Britain to notify the workshop to increase production. I simply don't have that kind of time."
Just a dinner invitation, but Lemus made it sound like the Dett family had invited him on a round-the-world trip.
Amelia's face turned even redder. She knew that Lemus clearly didn't want to 'intrude', so he came up with an excuse to decline the invitation.
An unconscious sense of resentment arose in Amelia's heart. To have the opportunity to get close to a master magician of such refined magical abilities as Amostar Brenn, and to ask him questions, was something she was already very satisfied with. As for becoming friends with Amostar Brenn or having a closer relationship, it was completely outside her considerations.
The invitation from her parents would not only put Mr. Brenn in a difficult position, but it would also make her feel awkward, but she couldn't refuse.
In her memory, her stern father and loving mother had never formally asked her to do anything.
Amostar was thinking deeply and had not yet given a reply.
It's just a dinner, which is not an exceptional event, but Amostar had some concerns. If the Dett couple put everything on the table and wanted to recognize him, he didn't know how to respond. Not only did he have no intention of doing so, even if he did, Amostar would not choose such a sensitive time.
Voldemort would not be able to ignore the sudden addition of a few weak points without taking some action.
Thud, thud, thud.
The sudden knock on the door relieved the embarrassment between Amostar and Amelia. Through the redwood door, Amostar saw the visitor.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, may I ask, are you Mr. Amostar Brenn?"
Amostar walked over, pulled open the door, and the hotel's muggle waiter in a tuxedo bent at the waist, politely peered into the room without overstepping his place, and inquired courteously.
"Yes, it's me--"
After receiving a confirmation, the waiter pulled out his right hand, which was carrying a letter, and handed it to Amostar in front of him.
"A gentleman came to the hotel's front desk, handed us a letter, and asked us to deliver it personally to Mr. Amostar Brenn. This is the letter--"
Without reading the letter, Amostar looked away. He asked in a gentle tone,
"Was the person who delivered the letter able to leave his name?"
"No--"
The waiter bowed his body and said,
"He just said that if you asked, he would tell you that there were things in the letter that interested you."
There was no room for lies or concealment in front of Amostar, the muggle waiter nodded slightly, thanked him, and took the letter and closed the door.
"What's going on?"
Lemus stood up from behind the desk and walked quickly to Amostar's side. He heard Amostar and the waiter's conversation and felt that this matter was somewhat strange.
Normally, letters between wizards are sent by owls, but the sender of this letter is letting a muggle waiter hand it over to Amostar, leaving no name while also leaving a confusing statement. All around this situation seems strange.
Watching Amostar holding a letter with no information about the sender and not resembling a muggle letter with a stamp on it, Lemms furrowed his brow slightly and whispered,
"Be careful, Amostar, there might be a trap."
Amostar nodded slightly, but remained silent. He flipped the envelope a few times in his hand and was about to open it.
"Shall I open it for you, Amostar?"
Amostar was just about to tear open the envelope when Amelia rushed over, temporarily putting aside the invitation for him to come to her home for dinner, and said in a serious tone,
"The department should be responsible for your safety since they have taken your wand, Amostar. I think Lemus has a point. There might be some traps in the envelope."
Lemms looked at Amelia a bit surprised. Although this girl was not on their side, it had to be said that her strict and responsible style of doing things was quite appreciated.
"Oh, thank you, Amelia--"
Amostar smiled at her gently and said while unsealing the letter,
"But I'm not so inept that I can't tell whether something is a dark magical item or harbors a curse just because I don't have my wand."
Amostar took out a sheet of paper with some words written on it from the envelope, shivering it in front of the two alert onlookers.
"Here, it's just a letter."
Seeing that it was indeed just a piece of ordinary stationery, Amelia sighed with relief. However, Lemms, with more experience, did not let down his vigilance. He noticed something unusual — as Amostar had said, it was just a letter, but the paper used to write it was the kind commonly used in the muggle world. To know that wizards usually use vellum for writing letters and various documents and papers, this was quite out of the ordinary.
It seems to be a muggle who wrote a letter to Amostar.
But another question came up. Did Amostar have muggle acquaintances in New York? And how did he know they lived here?
Lemms looked at Amostar, hoping to get an explanation.
As Amostar scanned the pages of the letter at a glance, a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead, which softened his usual gentle demeanor. A sense of authority emanated from within him, silently compelling Amelia and Lemms to be silent.
"Hmm---"
But suddenly, Amostar smirked, losing his stern demeanor, and handed the letter to Lemms. After reading it, Lemms also looked surprised and was momentarily speechless.
Amelia couldn't help but glance at the letter Lemms was holding, and upon seeing it, she suddenly exclaimed.
" clues of the criminal who has hunted 5X level magical creatures. But I don't understand, why would the person who wrote this letter come to you? He should go to the security department, shouldn't he!"
"Or perhaps he should have gone to Mr. Newt Scamander."
Lemms' eyes flicker with thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at Amostar and says,
"The New York Ghost has already reported his purpose for coming to New York. If someone has a clue--"
"Perhaps, the person who wrote me this letter is in some kind of trouble and can't show their face at the Ministry of Magic. Newt is in a magical creature sanctuary, where there are also many Aurors stationed."
After a moment of silence, Amostar said.
Taking another look at the location left on the paper--a muggle coffee shop, the time is eight o'clock in the evening two days later, after the joint review meeting.
The person who sent the letter not only knows where Amostar lives but also knows his schedule.
However, finding out this information isn't particularly difficult.
Looking at Amelia, who seemed to have something to say but didn't, Lemms knew that this little girl who was even less like Tonks and barely a practicing Auror probably wanted to report this matter to the Ministry of Magic. That's normal, it's her duty. But Amostar definitely has his own plan.
"Are you going to meet this person?"
Lemms asked, but his tone was very certain.
"Well, what should I say?"
Amostar smiled.
"When I first landed in New York and saw the newspaper report about the theft of those magical creatures, I had a hunch that this would eventually come back to me."
(End of this chapter)
