Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Walking into this building, William discovered:

It was not built temporarily for the International Wizarding Conference, but has existed for a long time.

Especially the various magnificent decorations, compared with the headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic, not only not bad, but even more magnificent.

William is not Italian, and Professor Bins often skips classes in classes, and the professor will not introduce Italy in detail.

He had to ask Namelia a little bit about the situation.

It turns out that there are complicated historical reasons for this.

The Italian Ministry of Magic is headquartered in Rome, but there are several branches under it.

It is easy to understand that the land of Italy was originally the site of Rome.

After the fall of Western Rome, it experienced a long period of federal state.The real Italy established its kingdom in 1861 and conquered Rome, the capital of the Papal State, in 1870 to complete its complete reunification.

Before the Ministry of Magic appeared, all countries existed in the form of wizard councils.

But in 1692, the International Federation of Wizards passed the "Secrecy Act."

The wizarding world urgently needs a more organized and complex management system to support and regulate the secret work of wizards.

Therefore, the functions of the Wizard Council were completely abolished in 1707 and expanded into the Ministry of Magic.

However, Italy at this time is still a scattered federation, and has not completed its complete reunification.Several powerful countries each have their own Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic in Venice is located in the Basilica of San Marco.It is still working here to this day.

As for why the Ministry of Magic was established in St. Mark’s Cathedral...

This is the same as the Magic Congress of the United States. The relationship between the people and the US government is so poor, and the Magic Congress was built in the Capitol in Washington.

Probably they also understand one thing: the more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

The elevator soon came to the second floor, and Namelia knocked on a birch door.

"Come in."

The three entered a very spacious room with five wizards sitting in it.

A gray-haired old man was sitting in a chair, confessing something solemnly.

The old man paused and motioned: "Well, Stark and Miss Granger first, sit down for a while."

There are many antique-style seats in the room-a Renaissance velvet couch, a rustic eagle claw rocking chair, and a pair of back chairs that seem to be from the Byzantine style.

Hermione didn't know where to sit for a while, and William took her and sat down peacefully on the couch.

He observed the whole room.

There are many antiques in the room. The black wooden walls are decorated with works of various Renaissance painters.

Especially a woman, she has no eyes, put it on a plate, but smiles at the corner of her mouth.

On the mantelpiece, there is a plaster bust.Under the statue, there are two stone "monster drippers" that act as firewood in the fireplace.

They opened their mouths wide, showing their scary throats.

William tilted his ears and used his three cents Italian to barely understand the content of the conversation.

They are all officials of the Department of Weather Control Management of the Ministry of Magic.The old man asked to use magic as soon as possible to improve the rainstorm.

The four wizards left soon.

The old man stood up, walked towards William and Hermione, and sat down in the Byzantine-style back chair.

-Oberon Martell.

He can be regarded as a highly respected wizard. He was the senior secretary of three ministers, but he had never been a minister of magic.

He is very old, a little older than Newt to keep circulating news that Martel is in poor health and is about to retire.

After approaching, William noticed.Martel's right hand was strangely white, with obvious traces of flame burning.

He wore a rumpled robe over his thin body, like a baggy pocket.

The open neckline was bare on the neck, and there were also serious burn marks.

William took the letter out of his pocket and handed it over.

"This is a letter from Professor Dumbledore to you. I think he has mentioned it to you."

Martell stretched out his dry hand, grabbed the letter, and stuffed it into his pocket without opening it.

"The three principals have determined to restart the Triwizard Tournament?" he asked.

"Yes, but the final venue has not been determined, and consultations are still held in France." William explained.

"But... I think it will be completely settled before the federation starts."

Martel murmured: "What's the point to discuss, just in Boothbatten."

Most countries around France have completed their studies in Busbarton.Italy is no exception.

Martell is obviously a Boothbat.

"Let's go, get the goblet of fire." The old man stood up and led the way.

Noting that William was observing Martell's wounds, Namelia, who had been following, explained in a low voice:

"Did you see the San Marco Bell Tower?"

"I saw it when I came."

"In 1902, it collapsed suddenly."

William and Hermione looked at each other, and the tour guide who had met twice had also said about it.Worry-free Literature Network www.5uwx.net

"That time, no Muggles were killed, only one cat died."

Namelia reverently said: "It was Mr. Martell who had just graduated and saved everyone with magic.

But he himself was burned."

"Because of this, he became the youngest recipient of the Venice Governor's Medal."

"Why got burned?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I don't know, there was a strange flame." Namelia shook her head.

"Now the Ministry of Magic hasn't figured out why the clock tower suddenly collapsed."

Did it collapse suddenly?

William always felt similar things, and seemed to have heard of them somewhere.

Martel led the way. He turned a corner and the group climbed up a stretch of golden wide stairs.

At the end of the stairs, there is a wide entrance hall decorated with Italian marble and gold leaves on the plaster wall.

"You are waiting here."

A group of Aurors guarded both sides of the hall, and Namelia stayed too.

Martell opened the door, and William and Hermione followed him in.

William's gaze first fell on the center circle of the extraordinary dome. The algae well decorated with flowers and patterns hovered down from the dome to the floor.

A huge bronze "portrait" sits on the ground, leaning on a railing and gazing down.

The statue is also an old man dressed as a governor.He held a large wooden box inlaid with jewels.

Martell waved his wand and the box floated on the table.

"Since the last Goblet of Fire, this magic item has not left Venice for more than two hundred years." He whispered.

The old man was about to open the box when the door was knocked.

Captain Auror opened the door and said seriously: "Sir, there is an urgent matter. You must deal with it immediately."

Martell frowned and looked at William."The Goblet of Fire is here, you can check it first. I'll be back later."

The old man left soon, leaving with the Auror Captain.

The door to the room was closed again.

William and Hermione stood there quietly, staring at the big wooden box.

It was a polished wooden box with delicate hinges.The wood is white, glowing dim, with thick lines of texture.

William recognized the oak tree.

There is only a ring inlaid on the lid of the box, with an English M with a flower body inside.

William turned sideways, picked up the box and examined it carefully.

Surprisingly, it turned out to be heavy!

William carefully put the box on the big table.Hermione stood beside him and stared at the little box with him.

This is what Dumbledore asked them to help fetch!

"Open it quickly." Hermione was a little excited.

This thing is a magic item that can choose warriors.

William nodded, pulled out his wand, and tapped it three times on the ring of the box lid.

The lid slowly creaked open, and William reached in and took out a large, rough-cut wooden goblet.

The cup itself is not eye-catching at all, even rough, it is hard to imagine that this thing is a goblet of fire.

If you leave it on the street, everyone will definitely choose a box with gems instead of this cup.

"How to light it?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I don't know, maybe Dumbledore has to come." William shook his head.

Hermione raised the heavy cup, closed one eye and opened the other, trying to look inside.

It seems to be looking at a telescope.

She is looking for the source of fire.

For a moment, Hermione squatted and shouted, "William!"

"What's the matter?" William looked at Hermione with a frightened face.

"...This cup...seems to be...fake!"

"what?!"

William quickly took the cup and followed her, looking inside.

Soon, William knew what Hermione said was true.

Because on the bottom of the cup, there is a row of small prints:

MadeinEngland!

1994!

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