Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!The night is vast and the rain is pouring.

The black figure climbed ashore from the canal like a ghost.

She just walked a few steps in Piazza San Marco, and the five Aurors who were guarding secretly appeared in apparition.

They all raised their wands.

The woman was not afraid of it. She lifted the water drops on her hair and said loudly: "Tell Oberon Martel...just say the Goblet of Fire, I brought it!"

The Aurors looked at each other, and the five murmured to each other, but did not want to leave.

In the end, he had to rock paper scissors, and after seven rounds, he decided the hapless guy and asked him to inform the Secretary General Mr. Martel.

The other four people continued to "watch" the witch, by the way... admiring the big long leg against the sky.

Unfortunately, if you don’t wear leather pants, just wear shorts or skirts.

But to be honest, the witch in front of me is really tall.It's a full 1.5 meters.I really complied with that sentence. There were legs under the neck.

Less than five minutes later, Secretary-General Martel walked quickly. When he looked at the witch, his pupils shrank.

"You all leave," he ordered.

"but……"

"Don't worry about me, boy." Martel looked at the five Aurors. "I'm not old enough to need protection."

but……

They don't want to leave, they just want to see their legs!

After the Auror reluctantly left, Piazza San Marco fell silent again.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere is solemn, only the sound of river water.

After a while, Martel took the initiative: "Long time no see, Tereni."

"Yes, father!" Tereni gave a cold smile.

"What about things?"

"Huh? Is it so urgent?" Treney walked twice in the square.

"I thought...you're going to talk about father-daughter love with me."

"Return the goblet of fire you stole, and I will naturally chat with you...otherwise, I can only make Auror chat with you." Martel lowered his voice.

"Stealing?" Tereni leaned back and tilted her head. For the first time tonight, she looked at the father in name and sneered:

"This is the two of us, you have to maintain that hypocrisy."

"Obviously you stole the Goblet of Fire, I just happened to be right and I just walked in from your office."

Martel's eyes were dull, and he calmly said: "I took the goblet of fire to stop a monster.

That monster appeared seven hundred years ago, and it flooded Sardinia.I just want to save Venice."

"So, you are a good person?" Trine seemed to have heard something funny and burst into laughter.

"To stop it...you wake it up first?" Tereni sneered.

"This logic is invincible. However, this is your usual method, isn't it?"

Martel's gaze, looking forward over Treney's shoulder, was silent, and after a long pause, he gradually said indifferently:

"How many things do you know?"

"I know... all." Treney smiled.

She didn't know everything, and she never understood the most critical question:

My own father, who is obviously dying of old age, why should he make a scene of flooding Venice?

Even if he became the savior of Italy, he became the hero of all wizards.

But at this age, what storm can it cause?

Get a record of the oldest Minister of Magic and the shortest incumbent minister?

But last night, the conversation between William, Hermione, and Bagshot made her understand everything.

That almost prophetic thing made her instantly understand Martel's true purpose.

He is going to find Santa Rukia's bones, extend his life, and then go to be that... dragon slayer.

With this prestige bonus, the Italian Ministry of Magic is in his pocket.

"Why betray me, Tereni?!" Martel said with anger in his voice.

"I have trained you for so many years, but not to make you fight against me."

"Betrayal? I can't talk about it." Tereni shook her head, "I just don't want you to continue to make mistakes, and I don't want the whole Venice to be buried with you."

"No, just give me the Goblet of Fire." Martel firmly said, "Venice will not be destroyed, I am the real dragon slayer."

"Of course." Tereni nodded: "I'm here to return you the Goblet of Fire, but... I have a condition."

"You said, as long as I can do it, I can agree."

"Notify the Auror to revoke the warrants for William and Hermione. Declare that they are not guilty.

You set the blame on them, didn't you just want to find a scapegoat for stealing the Goblet of Fire?

I am!"

Martell raised his right hand, adjusted the frosty sideburns on both sides, and laughed in a low voice: "It seems... you like them both very much?"

He leaned back slightly, seeming to control the situation again.He lazily said: "Of course I can promise, and the newspaper will clarify tomorrow morning.

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"I'll take you to find it." Tereni said.

"Why should I believe you?"

"You can only believe me, I hid the Goblet of Fire in a place you would never think of." Tereni said seriously.

"Don't even think about catching me and using Veritaserum."

She raised her arms and opened her sleeves. There was a special scar on her wrist.

"I made an unbreakable oath with others, and vowed not to tell anyone the location of the Goblet of Fire.

So I can only find it, you follow me."

Martel thought for a while and nodded: "Yes."

He said silently in his heart: "I can revoke the wanted, but the two must die."

After all, who knows how much truth Stark and Granger know?

Only the dead can keep secrets.

Including Tereni.

Tereni didn't know what Martell was thinking, she turned her head and looked in a certain direction.

Since she came, she didn't plan to go back alive.

It's a pity that the Quidditch World Cup ticket.

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In the early morning, William pushed open the window of the room and found that the water had flooded the garden and was about to overflow the steps.

Really watching the sea from the house.

Bagshot's sea view house is worth buying.

"Hermione, the rain outside is getting heavier, and it is estimated that many fish will be drowned." William joked.

"Then the gondola we left in the yard is still there?" Hermione trot over and poked her head from behind William.

"It's still here, but it's already floating."

"Maybe... we should buy a house in Venice." He thought thoughtfully.

The inability to buy a house in the previous life caused William to develop a bad problem: he wanted to buy a house in a city.

Hermione gave the boy a blank look.

"This is not a sea-view room, but a room under the sea. If you really want to buy it, I would prefer Florence."

William shrugged and did not object.

"Let's go, it will be very busy today." Hermione packed the papers under the bed and put them all in the safety sheet.

I went to bed late yesterday, and these things were thrown on the ground without time to organize them.

After the two walked out of the room, Hermione knocked on Tereni's door.

"Trenee, have you gotten up? We'll be leaving soon."

But no one answered.

William frowned, took out his wand vigilantly, and tapped the door lock.

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"So, did Treney leave like this?"

Sitting on the bow of the gondola, Hermione was a little frustrated looking at Tereni's letter.

They came to Italy, but they met such a friend.

"What can we do?" William was also reluctant.

"Trenee said in a letter that her father is dying, and rushing back to see the last time, we can't stop him either."

Hermione put the letter away, rubbed her cheek and said, "She should be very sad."

William didn't think so. When Treney mentioned her dying father last night, she didn't feel much sadness, more indifferent.

In short,

Hope her father is okay!

William opened the lid of the cockpit and found the button to start the engine.

The good news is that Terenei is not here today, so this gondola, he doesn't want to play, just how to play?

William wanted to drive yesterday, but Tereni would not let him drive.

it's good now.

He can drive racing on the sea as much as he wants.

"Sit down Hermione, we're going to drive!"

William was a little excited, kicked the accelerator, and the gondola hurried out.

On the canal, a beautiful ripple was left.

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