The night was dark and the rain poured.

Like a ghost, the black figure climbed ashore from the canal.

She only took a few steps in Piazza San Marco when five Aurors who were guarding secretly appeared in apparition.

They all raised their wands.

The woman was unafraid, fluffed the water droplets from her hair, and said loudly, "Tell Oberon Martell... just say the Goblet of Fire, I brought it here!"

The Aurors looked at each other, and the five muttered a few words to each other, but they were not willing to leave.

In the end, I had to use rock-paper-scissors. After seven rounds, the unlucky one was decided and he was asked to inform the Secretary-General, Mr. Martell.

The other four continued to stay behind to "monitor" the witch, and by the way... admire the long legs that defy the sky.

Unfortunately, if you don't wear leather pants, just wear shorts or a skirt.

But to be honest, the witch in front of her is really tall. A full 1.85 meters. True to that sentence, legs are all under the neck.

In less than five minutes, Secretary-General Martell walked over quickly, and his pupils shrank when he looked at the witch.

"You all leave," he ordered.

"But……"

"Don't worry about me, child." Martell 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 the legs!

After the Aurors left reluctantly, Piazza San Marco was quiet again.

Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere is dignified, only the sound of the river can be heard.

After a while, Martell took the initiative: "Long time no see, Terene."

"Yeah, father!" Terenei showed a cold smile.

"What about things?"

"Huh? Is it so urgent?" Terenei walked around the square twice.

"I thought...you were going to talk to me about the relationship between father and daughter."

"Return the Goblet of Fire you stole, and I will naturally chat with you... Otherwise, the Aurors will have to chat with you." Martell lowered his voice.

"Steal?" Terenei leaned back and tilted her head, looking at her nominal father for the first time tonight, sarcastically:

"It's just the two of us here, and you have to maintain that hypocrisy."

"It's obvious that you stole the Goblet of Fire, but I just happened to be at the meeting, so I walked along from your office."

Martell's eyes darkened, he said calmly: "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're a good person?" Terenei seemed to have heard something interesting, and burst into laughter.

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

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

Martell's line of sight, looking forward over Treanne's shoulder, was silent, and after a long pause, he gradually said indifferently:

"How much do you know?"

"I know...everything." Trine's mouth curled into a smile.

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

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

He even became the savior of Italy, a hero in the eyes of all wizards.

But at this age, what kind of storm can it make?

Get a record for the oldest Minister of Magic and the shortest in office?

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

That almost prophecy made her instantly understand Martell's true purpose.

He was going to find the bones of Santa Lucia, extend his life, and then go on to be that... dragon slayer.

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

"Why are you betraying me, Terene?!" Martell's voice was filled with anger.

"I have cultivated you for so many years, not to make you against me."

"Betrayal? Can't talk about it." Terenei 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." Martell said firmly, "Venice will not be destroyed, I am the real dragon slayer."

"Of course." Terenei 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 promise."

"Notify the Aurors to withdraw the warrants against William and Hermione. Declare them innocent.

Don't you just want to find a scapegoat for stealing the Goblet of Fire?

I am! "

Martell raised his right hand, straightened the frosted and white temples on both sides, and said with a low laugh, "It seems... you like them both?"

He leaned back slightly and seemed to be in control of the situation again. He said lazily: "Of course I can promise, tomorrow morning's newspaper will clarify.

But...what about the Goblet of Fire? "

"I'll take you to find it," Terenei said.

"Why should I trust you?"

"You can only trust me, I hid the Goblet of Fire in a place you would never have imagined." Terenei said seriously.

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

She raised her arm and pulled back her sleeve, and there was a special scar on her wrist.

"I made an unbreakable oath with others that I would never tell anyone where the Goblet of Fire was.

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

Martell thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes."

But 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 dead people can keep secrets.

Including Terene.

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

Now that she's here, she doesn't plan to go back alive.

What a pity that ticket to the World Cup Quidditch.

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...

Early in the morning, William pushed open the window of his room and found that the water had flooded the garden and was about to go up the steps.

It's really like looking at the sea from the house.

This sea view house in Bagshot is worth it.

"Hermione, the rain outside is getting heavier and heavier. It is estimated that a lot of fish will be drowned." William joked.

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

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

"Maybe... we should buy a house in Venice," he mused.

He couldn't afford to buy a house in his previous life, so William developed a bad habit: he wanted to buy a house when he arrived in a city.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the boy.

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

William shrugged and made no objection.

"Let's go, it's going to be a busy day." Hermione put away the documents under the bed and put them all in the safety form.

I slept very late last night, and these things were thrown on the ground before they could be sorted out.

After the two left the room, Hermione knocked on Treene's door.

"Trene, are you up yet? We'll be leaving in a minute."

But no one answered.

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

...

...

"So, did Tereney just leave like this?"

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

When the two of them came to Italy, they met such a friend.

"Then what can we do?" William was also reluctant.

"Trene said in the letter that her father was dying, and we couldn't stop her in a hurry to go back for the last time."

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

William didn't think so. When Terenei mentioned her dying father last night, it was not much sadness, but more indifference.

In short,

Hope her father is okay!

William opened the cockpit lid ~lightnovelpub.net~ to find the button to start the engine.

The good news is that Terenei is not here today, so this gondola is not how he wants to play, just how he wants to play?

William wanted to drive yesterday, but Terenei wouldn't let him.

it's good now.

He can race on the sea to his heart's content.

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

William was a little excited, he stepped on the accelerator, and the gondola flew out.

On the canal, leaving a beautiful ripple.

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