Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

While Amon was immersed in deep thoughts about the world, the confrontation on the ground continued.

Facing Old Nott's repeated soul questioning, Avery remained silent with an ugly expression on his face. After a long time, he finally spoke:

"But do you really believe they are willing and able to help us get rid of 'You-Know-Who'?"

After hearing this, Old Nott pondered for a moment and then replied:

“It’s not a matter of believing or not believing, it’s a choice.”

"You know, the Dark Lord failed once. His opponent was not even Dumbledore. If you say it was an accident, you can't convince yourself."

"So, in my opinion, the Ministry has a significantly better chance of winning this time because they have Dumbledore's clear support."

"And, Avery, you have to understand that nothing in this world can be accomplished easily without risking something."

"...You always have a point." Avery sighed.

Old Nott shook his head:

"It's just that I'm more rational and know what I want."

Then he paused and continued:

"Avery, I know what you mean when you come to me today."

"But, they've just helped us find a way to isolate the effects of the Dark Mark, so we have to behave accordingly and not get on their nerves."

"In that case, that's it for today." Avery stood up without saying anything else.

Old Nott also stood up when he saw this.

Avery glanced at him and suddenly said:

"I heard that you are buying magic books recently. Remember to be careful and don't let that shameful thief steal them."

"Thank you for the reminder." Old Nott chuckled.

Avery's eyes scanned Old Nott's face, and when he saw nothing unusual, he said a faint "hmm" and left through the fireplace.

After he left, Old Nott's smile slowly disappeared, and he said expressionlessly into the air in front of him:

"Bernie."

The house elf appeared in an instant, bent over Old Nott, eyes on his knees, waiting for his master's command.

"Call Amon to come to the living room."

"Yes, Master." The house elf replied politely, then snapped his fingers and disappeared.

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In the underground bedroom, Amon, who had disappeared from the secret room, emerged out of thin air.

Then, he casually pushed up the monocle on his right eye and looked at the door quietly.

One second, two seconds...

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Bernie's voice came from outside:

"Master Amon, master, please go to the living room."

Amon walked to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, looked at Bernie who bowed subconsciously when he saw him outside the door and said:

"Let's go."

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living room.

When Amon arrived, he saw Old Nott sitting alone on the sofa, with his hands folded in front of his belly, and his eyes were looking at the black tea on the coffee table without focus.

Amon followed his gaze and saw the untouched cup of black tea on the coffee table in front of the sofa opposite him, so he ordered Bernie in front of him:

"Go get a cup of black tea instead."

"Yes, Master Amon." Bernie bowed and took the cup of black tea.

When he came back again, Amon had already sat on the single sofa.

Gu Jing</span>Bernie gently placed the new black tea in front of Amon.

Then he glanced at Old Nott, and went to replace Old Nott's half-empty cup of black tea.

Amon picked up the black tea and took a sip, and found that Old Nott still looked thoughtful.

This is almost the normal state of old Nott, he seems to be thinking all the time.

Amon was already used to this. He crossed his legs and waited nonchalantly.

After a while, Bernie apparated back and placed the ceramic teacup filled with black tea on the coffee table.

The slight sound caused by the collision of the tea cup and the coffee table brought Old Nott back to his senses.

Old Nott didn't pay attention to Bernie, but looked at Amon, nodded, and said casually:

"You're here."

As he spoke, he picked up the black tea and took a sip.

By this time, Bernie had left.

Amon nodded and said:

"Your conversation seemed unpleasant."

"But it's not that bad," Old Nott commented.

"Oh?" Amon looked at him with interest.

"The Avery and several other families had their libraries stolen," Knott Sr. explained.

"I really feel sorry for their misfortune." Amon suddenly laughed and said, "So, what is his purpose here?"

Old Nott looked at Amon's cat crying like a mouse, shook his head slightly, and said without any change in his expression:

"He was frustrated at the Ministry, so he might have tried to convince me to contact 'You-Know-Who' secretly."

Amon adjusted his sitting posture and said with a "tsk":

"Is he so mindless?"

"You underestimate the importance they attach to those books. After all, no matter what, they are one of the lifebloods of family inheritance." Old Nott said half as a test and half as a reminder.

"I have never underestimated the value of those books." Amon shook his head and admitted in disguise that he had done this.

Then he changed the subject and said:

“But their reaction did surprise me a little bit.”

"Sure enough, when the storm does not fall, some people will get used to the calm before them, and then they will have no worries."

In fact, in any case, it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic to relax its vigilance at this critical moment because of a few theft cases, so the actions of Avery and others will not achieve anything except attracting the secret focus to themselves.

Pure-blood wizards who are good at assessing situations should not be blind to this, but they do it anyway.

Then, they either have another plan to achieve an ulterior purpose, or years of comfort have made their brains rusty.

The wizard's caution made Amon prefer the former, so he asked Old Nott:

"Is it because they have other plans?"

Old Nott, who was still secretly surprised by Amon's ability, frowned subconsciously when he heard this question. He thought and said slowly:

"Well, the possibility cannot be ruled out."

"But what do they want to do?"

"Their behavior is obviously not to help the Ministry of Magic. Instead, it seems to be a high-profile announcement to everyone that they have had friction with the Ministry of Magic."

"If they are not clowns in the circus, and this result is what they subjectively want to achieve, then what is their purpose?"

"The purpose is." Amon took over Old Nott's words, "The Ministry of Magic will strengthen the supervision and prevention of them, which will enhance their security in disguise; in addition, Voldemort may notice them, and if they betray The wishes of the Ministry of Magic, then this result is undoubtedly what they want to see most; in the end, this friction will not make them regarded as traitors by the Ministry of Magic, but it will also be equivalent to holding a certificate of surrender. In other words, regardless of the final outcome Whoever wins, they all have a chance to obtain immunity, and they only need to pay a price that is insignificant compared to their lives."

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