v5 Chapter 12： The city about to be destroyed!

Venice is a city built on the sea with hundreds of bridges.

The most famous is the Rialto Bridge.

Because Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice" is based on the Rialto Bridge and its surroundings as the background of the story.

At dusk, because of the heavy rain, there are few tourists on the Rialto Bridge. So no one noticed that a whirlpool suddenly appeared in the river under the bridge pier.

Soon, a tattered gondola emerged from the water.

boom!

William kicked the door roughly. That strength, that anger value, as if it was not the gondola that was kicked, but the coffin board of Masao Iwasato!

No wonder he was so angry, he thought he could avoid the Aurors by using the magic submarine. Who would have thought that people have a gill grass in their hands.

Gillwort is a magical plant that resembles a slippery gray mouse tail.

After eating it, it can grow gill webbed and move freely underwater for more than an hour.

This thing is rare and expensive in the UK, but it grows in the Mediterranean, and it is not uncommon in Venice, and it is almost becoming a standard for Aurors.

Especially those dark wizards who jump into the water after doing bad things. If you don't go out with some of this stuff, you're embarrassed to call yourself an Auror.

William and Hermione were newcomers, how could they know about this kind of thing.

Therefore, the two of them did not expect that the Aurors would become Phelps. Also holding a wand, surprisingly fast.

Unprepared, the gondola was attacked underwater.

Traene is really like an undercover enemy.

If it weren't for the critical moment, Hermione lost a lot of big dung, and the three of them would probably be buried at the bottom of the sea.

The price is that that piece of water has become a fermentation pond, and even the water surface is glowing with a lovely yellow color.

Anyway, almost all Aurors drank a few mouthfuls of river water. There is quite a kind of taste that this bowl of Ganges water is dried up and will be an Indian in the next life.

Tsk tsk, really the most powerful thing is the biochemical weapon.

William was suddenly inspired. If the merfolk attacked him again, he would throw a ton of dung eggs into the black lake.

Come on, hurt each other!

William looked around and saw that there were no Muggles and wizards, and stood up first.

Hermione followed, and William hugged her and jumped towards the bridge.

Soon, another witch jumped off the broken boat, with a circle of green water plants and several crabs wrapped around her head.

"These **** Aurors, sooner or later, I learned from Arya Grindelwald to get a big nuclear bomb and blow up St. Mark's Cathedral!" Terenei stood by the bridge and said angrily.

Her magic-modified gondola was almost destroyed by the magic spell.

"Okay." William comforted: "I'm a professional, the matter is over, I'll fix it for you."

The three cleaned up and walked along the Schiavone promenade.

The wide stone avenue at the foot is located on the water's edge and was built in the ninth century AD from dredged silt.

Along the seafront promenade, there are also high-end cafes, elegant neighborhoods, and even Antonio Vivaldi's family church.

"Is that Bathilda Bagshot you're looking for, right here?" Treanne asked.

Hermione nodded, carefully observed the house number and said, "It's around here."

William suddenly pointed to a house and said, "I found it."

The three walked over and found that it was a medieval-style building surrounded by low fences.

Walking in along the bluestone slab, William knocked on the mahogany door,

Moments later, a house-elf opened the door.

She was dressed cleanly, with a blue turban, and bowed slightly: "Is it Mr. Stark and Miss Granger?"

"Yes, we're looking for Mrs. Bagshot," William said.

"Come on, Madam is waiting for you." The house-elf led the three into the house.

When passing the living room, she bowed again: "Madam only saw you two."

"Trene, you can rest here for a while, we will come in a while." William said.

Terenei nodded, sat down on the chair, and asked carelessly, "Can I eat these snacks?"

"Of course, miss." The house-elf bowed again.

Under the guidance of the elf, William and Hermione walked towards the back garden.

The garden is full of roses, and each rose is covered with a magic cover to prevent the rain from drowning.

Walking to the end of the bluestone path, I saw an old man who was described as withered. Bagshot was sitting on the stone bench of the pavilion, covered with a blanket.

The hunched old man was thin and had an old face.

Years had nearly bent her in two and taken away her vision, her eyes sunk deep in skin folds with thick cataracts inside.

Bathilda Bagshot is a well-known historian of magic, and she compiled the Hogwarts textbook on the history of magic.

Bagshot is also very old, nearly 150 years old. The average age of wizards is high, but it is rare to live to this age.

William suspects that Nicole has given her an elixir of life made from the Philosopher's Stone.

Hearing the footsteps, Bagshot turned around, staring blankly at William and Hermione with his blindfolded eyes.

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and slow.

"I know we've never met," Bagshot said, "but I feel like I've known both of you for a long time."

"Miss Granger, I read your paper last year on witch-burning in the Middle Ages.

Especially starting from Notre Dame de Paris, the angle is very novel.

Little Albus sent me that article, and I gave it a high rating. "

Hermione had a surprised expression on her face, some disbelief, and shyly hid behind William.

"I've also read Mr. Stark, and the idea of ​​Animagos' transformation published in "Transfiguration Today" is simply brilliant."

She coughed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the corner of her mouth lightly.

The three greeted each other politely for a while, and William asked:

"Madam, you must already know our purpose, right?"

"I have heard," the old man said. "I have known Nico for many years, and I will spare no effort to help you as long as I can."

"We need to find the Goblet of Fire," Hermione said. "The Reaper's guidance, presumably, shows where it's hiding."

"Child..." Bagshot stared at the strange and indifferent eyes, "My advice is, don't look for the Holy Grail, forget it."

"why?"

"Death always sends the Deathly Hallows in various ways. He guides you to search and discover...why?"

William and Hermione exchanged glances and both shook their heads.

Yes, why did the **** of death send the Deathly Hallows?

William thought about it, and could only think that he wanted the souls of those powerful wizards.

After all, in the story of the three brothers, even the wise third child finally returned to the embrace of the **** of death.

But the question arises again. If he doesn't send the Deathly Hallows, won't these wizards die of old age normally?

"Remember the story of the three brothers?" The old man stared straight at the two of them with his pale pupils.

"Remember," William said.

He knows three versions.

Bagshot seemed to know what he was thinking, she chuckled:

"No, I bet you didn't really read...whatever version."

"A lot of people ignore the most important sentence, they focus on the **** of death, on the powerful Deathly Hallows..."

"Which word?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Three things or holy artifact, taken together, will make the owner the master of the **** of death..."

"It's just a metaphor," Hermione retorted. "With three weapons, I don't think I can order Death."

Hermione felt now that the old man's longevity might mean that the sanity of the past was gone.

"Child, in the usual sense, everyone also thinks that the story of Death and the three brothers is just a metaphor." The old man wrapped his robe.

"But you Deathly Hallows owners, do you still think it's just a metaphor?"

William and Hermione were speechless.

Bagshot continued: "The story of the three brothers is a true map, the most widely circulated guide.

Even the ending of gathering all the Deathly Hallows is clearly told to everyone. You do not understand, because the secret has not been completely cracked.

So I don't recommend looking for the Holy Grail. "

"But ma'am," said Hermione, "the Goblet of Fire is lost, and the Italian Ministry of Magic is after us.

If we find the Goblet of Fire, maybe we can catch the wizard who stole it, and we can be cleared of our crimesWe have to give it a try. "

"Son, you are right." The old man replied in a very sad tone.

"Earlier, Death guided you, and you must have it."

"It's like I'm here, I'm a **** too."

She let out a long sigh.

"This heavy rain is like starting a chain, a series of events will happen in a chain, and there will be no turning back.

No matter how unwilling I may be, today you too must find the Holy Grail.

Not only because of your crimes, but also because of this soon-to-be-destroyed... city! "

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(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets, everyone.

Thanks to "Haruki Muramasa" and "Lonely Snow A745" for their rewards. )