v5 Chapter 1： Prancing Horse Hotel

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Albania,

Torrential rain for days.

The ground was muddy, and the mountains were like bathtubs, filled with water everywhere.

A bluestone-paved avenue, sandwiched between the hills on both sides, undulates like a huge wave.

At the end of the bluestone road, there is a fork in the road, and there is a dilapidated hotel next to the road.

There are moth-eaten brackets in front of the door, and the signboard reads vaguely:

Prancing Horse Hotel!

This hotel has been operating here for fifty years. The owner of the store is a wizard who is blind in his left eye, affectionately known as...Old Tom.

The location of this store is not very good, it is even a bit remote.

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

The main reason for this phenomenon stems from the famous wizard... Nocha Damas.

The French prophet, born in the sixteenth century, once wrote the prophetic poem "The Centuries".

One of them mentions:

He searched the Albanian forests, where treasures were buried.

Local wizards, it is even more word-of-mouth, in the ancient times, the **** of death chose this forest to bury treasures.

Whenever someone questioned, old Tom would sit down, take a puff of Albania's unique tobacco, and retort loudly:

"Of course it's true!"

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

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

"At sunset, in a remote part of the woods, I often meet a young wizard, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a handsome appearance."

"Really handsome?" interrupted the witch with an English accent.

She was a little chubby, with thick blond hair, curly fashionably.

"Hey! Of course, miss! I still remember him now." Old Tom grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Just look at me, he was a little more handsome than us when he was younger."

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

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

"We were in Shili Baxiang back then, and that was a famous handsome guy."

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

"Can you give an example?"

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

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

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

Old Tom reads:

"Shocked! According to reports from front-line reporters, England is invincible in the training game, or they may win the group stage and make World Cup history..."

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

Memory is even worse!

She quickly changed a newspaper.

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

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 are the first-hand experience of the events in Paris, France. Countries will negotiate and negotiate on this matter to deal with Arya Grindelwald...

Below is a photo of William and Hermione.

"Oh, I remembered it, so it was him." Old Tom knocked on his smoking gun.

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

"That's right." The witch said proudly, "Do you know what it means to be outstanding?"

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

"I don't need a wand, I can crush him with one hand!"

Theon hates being handsome. In his opinion, growing up like this is simply a heinous crime!

If you meet this kid, you have to break his three legs, so that he can't be handsome.

The witch glanced at Theon's scarred face and shook her head in disdain.

She was about to say something sarcastic when old Tom waved his hand quickly.

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

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Tom stopped and said, "Let's continue to listen to my story."

Everyone lifts up their spirits.

"Fifty years ago, in the Albanian jungle, I met that young wizard several times.

He was looking for something, cutting down trees and checking maps.

Meeting people seemed to make him very unhappy. Obviously, he wanted to stay out of the public eye, and what he was doing contained a secret. "

"And then?" Theon demanded.

"Later?" Tom raised his voice.

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

I went to see it, no injuries, but a terrified face. "

"Avadar's life?" Theon asked thoughtfully.

Many wizards took a breath, including the blond witch with a lot of style.

"Yes, of course." Old Tom was very satisfied with everyone's expressions.

"But it doesn't prove anything... You just said that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he has just become an adult." The witch couldn't help but retorted.

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

Old Tom laughed without saying a word, picked up his bong, snorted, and started to puff.

Well, looking at the old man's smoking stance, he couldn't be more familiar with it. It's time to pay for alcohol.

Sure enough, he waved his wand, and bottles of Marsala were already drifting towards the wine table.

After buying the wine, Old Tom went on.

"Met the young man a few times and talked to him. I told him my name was little Tom.

You know...he said...what's his name? ' Old Tom lowered his voice.

"What's it called?" asked the witch.

Old Tom almost whispered, "Voldemort..."

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

"When you were young...the mysterious man?" the witch asked, trembling all over.

"Yes! I swear, Tom, I never lied!"

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

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

"It must be a powerful weapon, that's why he is so powerful, even Dumbledore is his opponent." Someone analyzed in a low voice.

"That's right, the Muggle guide must have found out about this and was silenced by him!" said an old witch.

"But the mysterious man was defeated by the boy who did not die!" The witch gave herself courage.

"Yeah, but... haven't there been rumors that he's not dead?" Old Tom lowered his voice.

"The legend...he's back in Albania. I've even seen Dumbledore come here to investigate..."

It was dead silence again.

"Why?" Theon murmured. "Maybe, Voldemort didn't get Death's treasure in its entirety.

That treasure is still hidden deep in the forest! "

Everyone's eyes became obscure, and their greed grew.

Old Tom smiled contentedly.

The beginning of the story is true.

He did see the young wizard who called himself Voldemort. A guide also died fifty years ago.

But the second half, when Voldemort was still alive and returned to Albania, was the fake news he made up.

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

He can attract business.

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

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

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

Listen to Italian tourists say...Venice across the Adriatic is almost flooded.

What the **** is the weather!

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

He was wearing a black smock and looked embarrassed.

From time to time he stopped to observe the surrounding plains, as if to see if anyone noticed him.

His tiptoes, his attitude, his swift and sneaky movements, were like... evil spirits that haunt the forest at dusk.

The witch raised her head and threw herself through the crack of the door, staring at the sneaky wizard.

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