Rufus Scrimgeour threw on his cloak and strode away, his figure quickly vanishing into the flooded alley.
Only after watching Rufus's back disappear onto the main road did Amosta withdraw his gaze.
In the end, Scrimgeour had been persuaded by him.
Unlike Cacus and Ludo, Amosta had not promised him anything.
Because Amosta knew perfectly well that if he tried to trade power for promises, someone like Rufus would only turn around and leave.
He had dared to arrange this meeting with Rufus and had ultimately persuaded him because, at their core, the two of them shared the same fundamental goal.
Of course, this was still a transaction, and the granting of power was indispensable.
When he turned around, Amosta found Aberforth behind the bar staring deeply at him. A smile rested on Amosta's lips.
"Sorry, Aberforth, I caused you a little trouble. Though, it's not as if you have much business anyway, is it?"
"A little trouble?"
Aberforth seemed to want to sneer, but he could not manage it. His mouth twitched, and his heaving chest made it clear just how furious he was.
"You were plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic in my pub. Hah... and you call that a little trouble?!"
His low voice turned into a roar at the end as Aberforth bellowed.
"If you want to spend the rest of your life keeping company with those vile dark creatures in Azkaban, that's none of my business, Breen. But let me tell you, I absolutely don't want to take even half a step down that road! I can't let you carry on like this. I'm writing to the Ministry right now to report you!"
"Overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"
Amosta smiled.
"Oh, what a dreadful misunderstanding, Aberforth. When did I ever say I wanted to