Hogwarts of a certain magic

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Days of heavy rain poured down.

The ground is muddy, and the mountains are like bathtubs, filled with water everywhere.

An avenue paved with bluestone, sandwiched between the mountains on both sides, undulates like a huge wave.

At the end of Qingshi Road, there is a four-way intersection, and there is a dilapidated hotel next to the road.

There is a moth-eaten bracket in front of the door, and the sign vaguely says:

Prancing Horse Inn!

This hotel has been operating here for 50 years.The owner of the shop is a sorcerer who has blinded his left eye. He is affectionately called...Old Tom.

The location of this store is not superior, even said, a bit remote.

But it is often full, with admirers and explorers from all over the world.

The main reason for this phenomenon originated from the famous wizard... Nocha Danmas.

This French prophet born in the 16th century, once wrote the prophetic poem "The Centuries".

One sentence is mentioned:

He searched the Albanian forests, where treasures were buried.

The local wizards have even passed on word of mouth. In a long time ago, the god of death chose this forest to bury the treasures.

Whenever someone questioned, Old Tom would sit down, take a sip of Albanian tobacco, and refute loudly:

"Of course it is true!"

Then, using the languages ​​of various countries that he had learned for decades, he proficiently said:

"That was fifty years ago, and I was still young. According to the ancient legend, I went deep into the forest to find the treasure of the god of death."

"At sunset, in a remote part of the woods, I often meet a young wizard, probably only seventeen or eight years old, handsome in appearance."

"Is it really handsome?" the witch with an English accent interrupted.

She was a little fat, with thick blonde hair, curly curly fashionably.

"Hey! Of course, miss! I still remember what he looked like now." Old Tom grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Look at me, you know, when he was younger than us, he was as handsome as a loser."

"That's it!" The witch rolled her eyes.

"Hey! Little girl, I don't like to listen to you." Old Tom said with a smile:

"We were in ten miles and eight townships back then, that was a famous handsome guy."

"Just you? Stop teasing." The witch bluntly said: "Have you ever seen a really handsome wizard?"

"You give an example?"

"William... William Stark, have you heard of it?"

"Stark, a familiar name?" Old Tom stared at his cloudy right eye."I must have heard it somewhere!"

"No! Here!" The witch took a sheet of "Daily Prophet" from her pocket and pointed to the prominent headline on it.

Old Tom read:

"Shocked! According to a follow-up report by frontline reporters, England is invincible in the training match, and it may win the group stage and create World Cup history..."

"Sorry, I got it wrong." The witch scratched her hair awkwardly.She clearly remembered it in her pocket.

Memory is worse!

She quickly changed a newspaper.

The International Union of Wizards will be held on July 13th in Venice, Italy.

Judging from the latest news, in addition to the representatives of various countries, the biggest highlight of this conference is that the famous Mr. Stark and Miss Granger were invited.

As we all know, the two were personal experiencers of the Paris incident in France.Countries will conduct consultations and negotiations on this matter to deal with Arya Grindelwald...

There is also a photo of William and Hermione below.

"Oh, I remember, it was him." Old Tom knocked his pipe.

"Last summer, it was both of them. I heard that a dark wizard almost destroyed Paris."

"Yes." The witch proudly said: "Do you know what an outstanding appearance is?"

"Che, a little wizard, let him come to Albania..." The wizard at the table beside him spit in disdain.

"I can squeeze him to death with one hand without using a magic wand!"

Theon hates being handsome.In his opinion, it is a heinous crime to grow up like this!

If you meet this kid, you can't interrupt his three legs and make him look handsome.

The witch glanced at the scar on Theon's face and shook her head disdainfully.

She was thinking of sarcasm, and old Tom waved quickly.

"Okay, let's not mention Stark, this kind of genius is too far away from us."

Seeing that the two were about to clashed, Tom stopped him: "Let's continue listening to my story."

Everyone raised their spirits.

"Fifty years ago, I met that young wizard several times in the jungles of Albania. 187 Novel www.187xs.com

He was looking for something, sometimes cutting down trees, sometimes checking the map.

Meeting people seemed to make him very unhappy.Obviously, he wanted to avoid people's eyes, and what he did contained secrets."

"What happened later?" Theon asked.

"Later?" Tom raised his voice.

"I never saw the young wizard again. But when he left, a local Muggle guide died.

I've been there to see it, no injuries, but a frightened face."

"Avada's life?" Theon thought thoughtfully.

Many wizards took a breath, including the blond witches with great style.

"Yes, it must be." Old Tom was very satisfied with everyone's expressions.

"But I can't prove anything... You just said that he is only seventeen or eight years old, not long after he has just grown up." The witch couldn't help retorting.

"Can such a young wizard use the Unforgivable Curse?"

Old Tom smiled without saying a word, picked up his cigarette, and stomped.

Well, seeing the old man smoking stance, he is too familiar with it anymore. It's time to pay for alcohol.

Sure enough, he waved his magic wand, and a bottle of Marsala had already floated towards the wine table.

After buying wine, Old Tom was appetite again, and then he went on.

"I met that young man a few times on a narrow road, and talked to him. I told him my name is Tom.

You know... he said... what is his name?"Old Tom lowered his voice.

"What is it called?" the witch asked.

Old Tom almost whispered: "Voldemort..."

Hiss...Everyone, including Theon with Scarface, also took a breath.

"When I was young...mysterious?" the witch asked, shaking all over.

"Yes! Tom, I dare to swear, never lie!"

"Yes, he was still young at the time, and he probably used this name for the first time, but he didn't expect to be so famous in the future." Theon murmured.

"Then what is he looking for?" another wizard asked tentatively."Treasure hidden in Albania?"

"It must be a powerful weapon, so he is so powerful, even Dumbledore is his opponent." Someone whispered.

"Yes, the Muggle guide must have found out about it, and he was silenced by him!" said an old witch.

"But the mysterious man was defeated by the boy who survived the catastrophe!" The witch boldly said to herself.

"Yeah, but... isn't there a rumor that he is not dead?" Old Tom lowered his voice.

"Legend... he returned to Albania. I have even seen it. Dumbledore has been here to investigate..."

There was another dead silence.

"Why?" Theon murmured."Perhaps Voldemort did not get the treasure of Death in its entirety.

That treasure is still hidden deep in the forest!"

Everyone's eyes became obscure, and greed began to rise.

Old Tom smiled with satisfaction.

The beginning of the story is true.

He had indeed seen that young wizard who called himself Voldemort.A guide died fifty years ago.

But in the second half, for example, Voldemort was still alive and returned to Albania, it was the fake news he made up.

Only in this way can there be a steady stream of tourists to explore the forests of Albania.

He can solicit business.

As for how many people die every year... who cares.

"Unfortunately, this damn weather!" Old Tom cursed secretly.

It has been raining for half a month, and the number of wizards exploring this year is much less than in previous years.

I heard Italian tourists say...Venice across the Adriatic Sea is almost flooded.

What kind of weather!

At this moment, a figure emerged from the gloomy forest in the distance.

He was wearing a black blouse and looked embarrassed.

He stopped from time to time to observe the plains around him, as if he wanted to see if anyone noticed him.

He tiptoed, his attitude, his swift and sneaky movements, he looked like a... evil spirit haunting the forest at dusk.

The witch raised her head, threw through the door, and stared at the sneaky wizard.

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