"A new day dawns as the sun rises, dispelling the merriment of the night. London city rejuvenates once again with brimming vitality."
The temperature today has somewhat rebounded, yet remains very cold. This has prompted the soft snow layer to convert into ice. The streets occasionally see pedestrians who slip and fall while rushing.
"Oh, no!"
At the subway entrance, a young lady in a pale yellow coat and high-heeled black shoes struggling through the crowded crowd, but unavoidably stepped on the fine ice flowers on the pedestrian blind path, her body lost balance, and she fell backward. The paper cup she was dragging along with her containing hot black coffee, intended to rejuvenate her, also flew backward.
Just as the lady thought she was destined for a clumsy fall, a strong hand abruptly supported her back, helping her to stabilize her body.
"Thank you --"
The woman, having regained her balance, patted her chest and took a few hurried breaths. Turning around, her face froze upon seeing the man with striking features.
The young man who had just helped her avoid embarrassment, and even possibly a trip to the hospital, was a gentleman with an air of refinement. He had soft, gray hair that shone with luster in the early morning sunlight, handsome features, and an upright posture that would have made him a perfect fit for a movie star. What most captivated was his eyes.
The mysterious pale purple eyes seem to hide a sky full of stars. This flowing starry sky seems to possess terrifying gravity, gazing into it seems to deprive one's soul.
"You're welcome --"
Amosta smiled and handed the slightly hot paper cup to the Muggle girl.
"Oh, thank you --"
The Muggle girl blushed and hastily repeated her gratitude. She noticed that the coffee in the paper cup she had thrown was not spilled at all, and she couldn't help but slightly pause, puzzled and asked,
"How did you do that?"
"Oh, it was just quick reflexes, nothing much --"
Amosta smiled,
"So, I wish you a happy day today, beautiful lady --"
Amosta nodded at the Muggle girl and stepped away from her, walking away from her.
On the busy streets, the girl watched the back of the gray-haired gentleman as he quickly moved away. She bit her lower lip and gazed in a daze. However, when she noticed that he turned into a narrow alley she hadn't noticed before, she suddenly woke up.
Not thinking about how her boss's face might turn ugly if she were late, the young woman threw the coffee into a trash bin beside her and started to chase after him.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Reaching the alleyway, Louise swept a few strands of her light gold hair away from her face and shouted to the back of the gray-haired man, "Excuse me! Could you wait a moment?"
"I'm Louise --"
Facing the calm gaze from the gray-haired man, Louise's heart was pounding, she forced herself to restrain her panic.
"I'm Louise Anne, that's my name, I'm a reporter from the London Daily --"
"Hello, Ms. Anne, I am Amostas Breaun --"
Amosta pursed her lips.
"Can I help you with anything else?"
Amostas Breaun.
"Oh, there's no need for that --"
Louise clenched her fist hidden in the cuff of her sleeve, firmly imprinting this name in her heart. She felt ashamed of her actions, to be honest, this was the first time she had approached a man she had just met on the street!
"I was just thinking --"
Louise slightly gasped.
"I was thinking -- Mr. Breaun, if I want to see you again, where should I go?"
Amostas blinked his eyes, neither surprised nor delighted, but simply nodded slightly to show his apologies.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Anne, I don't often appear in this country, if you want to buy me a cup of coffee, it may take a long time --"
The meaning of her refusal was clear in her words, and Louise nodded vacantly before exiting the alley.
BANG! The sudden, light sound in the alley caught Louise by surprise -- at least she could leave her phone number, right?
And when Louise rushed back into the alley, the man who had just introduced himself as Amostas Breaun was no longer in his original spot. There was not a single person in sight in the straight alleyway that her gaze fell upon, and both sides of the shops were closed. He couldn't have broken into a shop.
Damn it, do you have magic? You move so fast!"
The cold wind blows away a few old newspapers on the ground. In an empty alley, there is only a Muggle girl standing by herself, stamping her feet in annoyance.
"I'm Arnold Pisgoud, Mr. Breaun. I am a named undesignee of the Unpredictable Magic Events Reversal Group, Professor Breaun. It's an honor to meet you, can I shake your hand?"
"Oh, Mr. Breaun, I'm Raymond White, I work at the Apparition Test Center. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You must be here to discuss important matters with the Minister, Mr. Breaun. If you need, I can go and inform him for you!"
A broad-faced, short-statured wizard excitedly pushed his way forward to Amostas.
"By the way, I'm Eugene Jenkins, I work at the Centaur Office. Hah, I'm pretty free, I have plenty of time to run this errand for you!"
Not until the elevator ascended and the warm smiles disappeared from her sight did Amostas remove her smile and slightly relax.
After the Quidditch Finals night, Amostas helped the Ministry of Magic capture some notorious black witches. During that time, he frequently visited the Ministry of Magic, and every appearance basically caused quite a stir. He thought that after a few months, his popularity should have faded some, but he didn't expect that there had been no change at all.
Bati's office location was something Amostas was familiar with. After all, they had worked together when they were campaigning for the opportunity to host the Triwizard Tournament. He got on the elevator and went up to the fifth floor of the International Cooperation Department, causing a series of screams in the solemn corridor before finally arriving at Bati's office door.
"Please come in --"
The clear, crisp voice of a young man behind the door carried an attempt at composure. Amostas' mouth twitched slightly as he pushed the door open.
Two arrows shot out, one after the other.
In the vast office space, there were many light purple paper planes flying around. It was chaotic as if it were a crash site. Meanwhile, the fireplace in the room was still releasing paper planes covered with the seal of the Ministry of Magic.
Amostas' gaze went to the farthest part of the office. It was no surprise that Old Bati was not behind his desk; a new assistant's desk had been set up beside the shelves that used to be by his desk. Percy Weasley, the third son of the Weasley family, leaped up from his seat immediately upon seeing Amostas enter the room. He fumbled out from behind his desk, and the dozen or so planes circling above him seemed dissatisfied with Percy's distraction and dive-bombed straight down, pecking at Percy's forehead all at once.
Clang!
"Oh, damn it, you guys --"
The paper planes obscured Percy's vision, and without warning, he stumbled out from behind the desk. He climbed to his feet unsteadily, but the paper planes still wouldn't let him go. Moreover, the paper planes that had been flying around the room seemed to have grown impatient with waiting and launched an attack on Percy, all at once enveloping him in a swarm of paper planes.
Seeing this, Amostas' lips moved, and he waved his wand cleanly and decisively, causing a visible wave to sweep through the entire office. It was like time stood still. The paper planes that had been swept by the wave hung suspended in mid-air, while Percy used this opportunity to break out from among them.
His hair was disheveled, and in the fight with the paper planes just now, he lost one of his shoes.
Percy hung his head, looking down at the foot on the woolen floor, his face blushing red, and dived into the paper pile to look for it.
"Breathe, Professor Breaun, cough cough!"
When Amostas directed the paper planes to one side and finally found his shoe, Percy, with his face burning red and standing straight, faced Amostas, clenched his fists under his lips and coughed twice, then spoke in a deep voice.
"--I mean-- welcome to your arrival, Mr. Breaun. How was the journey?"
"Hah, I was decent, assistant--"
Amostas' face lit up with a cheerful smile, and as he walked towards Percy, he reached into his pocket and took out a paper plane to glance at.
"I'm sorry, if I had known you were here... Oh, this says the bathroom toilet exploded at the office of the International Wizarding Confederation branch. Would you like me to wait a moment?"
(Chapter ended)
