Chapter 2818 The Runaway Wolf (1)

  The wind has weakened, and the waves are still big, but they have eased a lot. At least the strange sound of the ship about to fall apart cannot be heard in the cabin.

  After Van Helsing and I came out of the cabin, we came to this moving ship. No matter how you looked at it, the people on board did not look like ghosts.

But they are indeed, I saw the captain, that is, the owner of the deserted villa, he does not look like the madness in the legend at the moment, but he is as radiant as in the portrait, and he is dead in people's description It has been around for decades.

  The weather has been terrible for the past three days, the boat is rampaging in the maelstrom and the storm, and everyone is too busy punting to talk to us. The second officer volunteered to take the helm and watch the night, thus allowing the crew to sleep a few hours, when we were noticed.

  Van Helsing claimed to be a doctor, and I was his assistant, and the crew quickly accepted our new identities.

"Captain, you'd better come here," the mate said to the captain, and then we came out on deck, the fog was still there, the rising sun couldn't penetrate it, but it was good news, because we could at least see It's time for the sun.

  Suddenly there was a creepy scream in the cabin, and the captain and first mate returned to the crew's quarters again. I heard something knocking around outside the cabin, making a sound like knocking on a door.

  This is in the middle of the sea, who will "knock" in the sea?

   "Ghost!" A crew member suddenly shouted, "It's Bligh's ghost!"

  Bligh was the missing crew member, and although some people would be swept away by the wind and waves, he disappeared on a calm night, and he was in charge of the night watch that day.

  Van Helsing suddenly began to knock on the cabin. After knocking for a while, the disturbing knocking sound outside disappeared. Everyone looked at him in awe or fear.

   "This is the custom in my hometown." Van Helsing said lightly.

  The crew quieted down, but still looked anxious. When we came to a place where no one was there, Van Helsing whispered to me.

   "It was our friend Dr. Self who knocked on the cabin just now, and I agreed with him to knock on the secret signal." Van Helsing said.

  I don't understand how a doctor can swim in the ocean and find our ship exactly.

  Van Helsing said nothing else, but told me to wait patiently, and all I could do was wait.

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There were 3 ministers of magic in 1752, the first was Albert Bute, who succeeded Aldridge Diggory who died of dragon pox, and he did not continue the Azkaban left by Diggory instead plan.

  Second is Basil Fleck, who was forced to take over temporarily due to Bout's mishandling of the goblin rebellion, and he resigned after the werewolves and goblins united.

The third was Hesphaestus Gower, although he was also an interim minister because he suppressed the rebellion and later became a full minister, but because of his refusal to reform the werewolf, it led to more attacks occur.

It was also this Gower who hosted a broom match with the Italian Minister of Magic from Aberdeen to Rome. The two sides fought in the Colosseum and caused an explosion that almost destroyed the Colosseum. Olabella Nutley of Luggage and Portkey repaired the Colosseum with a Restoration Charm, and by the time the Muggles arrived hearing the explosion, the Colosseum had already been repaired.

   Gore later awarded Nutley the Order of Merlin, First Class, for her contribution to the International Law of Secrecy.

   In addition, Gore also refurbished and strengthened Azkaban.

   "I'm sorry." Pomona looked up. A man wearing a bowler hat and soaked in snow said, "Are you Professor Sprout?"

   "Please take a seat, Mr. Lee." Pomona said to Cecil Lee. "I'm sorry to call you at such a busy time."

   "Don't worry, I'm nearby too," Cecil said, taking a chair across from Pomona.

   "Nearby?" Pomona said startled.

   "You heard what my nephew said, there is a white wolf that has not been caught, and now white is a protective color for him." Cecil said.

  Pomona was in a very complicated mood.

   At this time, they were in the Pig's Head Bar. Even on Christmas, many people didn't go home to "enjoy" the dishes cooked by Aberforth, which made people feel unappetizing at first glance.

   "What do you want from me?" Cecil asked.

   "It's Christmas, and I wanted to ask you if you want to spend it with your nephew at school." Pomona asked.

   Cecil was a little surprised, but he answered politely.

   "We weren't close, and I only became his guardian after his parents went to jail."

   "But you are each other's last kin," Pomona said.

   "I'll give him a present later," Cecil said.

   "No, it's not about the gift," Pomona said.

   "Is he happy at school?" Cecil asked.

   "He made some friends," Pomona said.

   "What are they doing together?" Cecil asked with a smile.

  Pomona felt that he was perfunctory. He didn't care much about what his nephew and friends were doing, but just found a topic.

  This kind of indifference is also present in Barnaby. He doesn't want to be close to a certain person or a certain group so that he doesn't look lonely.

   "He asked me if there was any antidote for the Unforgivable Curse." Madam Pomfrey said, "I was shocked, and then drove him away."

  Pomona asked Madam Pomfrey why Barnaby went to the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey told her so.

  Barnaby was not without emotion either, when Mr. Lee told him to execute Pitts with the Unforgivable Curse, he burst into tears.

   "He met a girl," Pomona said.

   Cecil laughed.

   "Which college?" Cecil asked.

   "No house, she's a packhorse," Pomona said.

   Cecil looked a little shocked.

   "He took care of her with a classmate named Liz Stewart," Pomona said, telling Cecil what had happened not long ago in Irondale.

   "So, that girl named Liz is just a 'classmate'?" Cecil asked.

   "I guess so." Pomona smiled. "But they seem to be hiding something from me."

   Cecil thought incomprehensibly.

   "Have you ever seen Barnaby use the Unforgivable Curse?" Pomona asked. "It's like the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse."

   "Any questions?" Cecil asked.

   "He went to the medical wing one day and asked our nurses for an antidote to the Unforgivable Curse," Pomona said.

   "I'll ask." Cecil said seriously.

   "How about today?"

   Cecil was silent.

   "I know it's unlucky to ask that kind of question at Christmas," Pomona said, "but you're his guardian and only family."

   Cecil sighed secretly, "You won't stop until you achieve your goal, right?"

  Pomona nodded with a smile.

   "I want to tell the others, please wait a moment." Cecil said, then got up and left the Pig's Head Bar.

   "What do you want?" Aberforth came over and asked.

   "No, we'll be leaving right away." Pomona smiled at him. "Would you like to come to school for Christmas too? Aberforth."

   "My only relative is not here again." Aberforth smiled sarcastically, and walked away.

  Pomona looked at the bar, there was a picture by the mirror, it was of a boy, he looked sad, he looked sullen.

   "Long waiting." Cecil said, "Let's go."

  Pomona stood up and followed Cecil out of the Hog's Head Bar.

  She glanced back at the photo, trying to remember his name.

  He did not leave a name in the history books, but Pomona remembered him. He seemed to be called Credence Barebone, a Dumbledore who was silently parasitized.

  (end of this chapter)