Everyone at the table looked at Amosta with interested expressions.
"I won't offer any opinions, Remus—"
But Amosta's reaction disappointed everyone. He showed neither discomfort nor embarrassment, calmly continuing with his dinner.
"If you believe Miss Fleur Delacour meets the requirements, then you can recruit her into the workshop."
"Oh—"
Remus nodded thoughtfully.
"I think I understand what you mean, Amosta."
"Honestly—"
Sirius wore a teasing expression.
"You ought to make some progress in that area too, Amosta."
Amosta remained unmoved.
"There's no need to imitate Dumbledore in everything."
But Severus's expressionless remark made Amosta cough softly.
Cough, cough—
Amosta raised his head and shot Severus a sidelong glance. The meaning was perfectly clear:
When it comes to personal relationships, you're hardly qualified to lecture me.
Of course, Amosta could not truly expose Severus's shortcomings in front of so many people. Seeing that everyone had already set down their forks, he flicked out his wand and gave it a sharp wave. The bone plates on the long table vanished at once.
"Let's begin the meeting—"
Screech!
A piercing shriek rang out. In a room on the fourth floor, several people immediately collapsed onto their beds, clutching their ears and howling.
"What's going on?!"
Ron frantically pulled out his earplugs and threw them onto the floor, while Fred scrambled over to turn on the lights.
The sudden brightness made them all groan in pain again. Then, seeing the earplugs in their hands smoking green, everyone looked disgruntled.
"Couldn't they let us bend the rules just once?!"
Ginny looked furious.
Harry was equally irritated. They were not Voldemort's followers, so why were they being guarded against so strictly?
Besides, shouldn't he have the right to attend the meeting?
He was the one who had thwarted Voldemort's forces last time, forcing him into