v5 Chapter 27： Letter from Albania

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Russell cried and shouted to see the Minister for Magic.

He was like an abandoned licking dog, unable to cry in the rain, watching the man he liked get into the car of the rich woman next door.

Crying is a sad one.

But the minister was so ruthless that he didn't go to see him at all.

Who would dare arrest an Auror captain without orders from Brynden Rivers?

So there is no need to meet like this. Even if we meet, what can we say?

I'll keep your wife?

That's too loving... my subordinate.

Russell's crime is also very particular: intent to murder Stark and Granger!

Russell felt aggrieved.

He was acting on the orders of the Secretary-General, and it was entirely up to Martell.

Most importantly, he did want to kill Stark and Granger.

But this intention was not revealed at all. The whole process was William alone, beating them a group of Aurors!

In William's words: what? Do you still want to kill us? Why don't you feel anything at all? !

Therefore, Minister He Wen is also a master who will use the theme to play.

This is easy to understand.

When such a big thing happened in Venice, Russell, the Auror captain, did not report to him.

This is the typical **** crooked into the shape of Martell.

How can this Hewen be endured!

You first find an old man to green me, I get into the rich woman's car, and you still cry?

He decisively took this opportunity to clean up a wave of his subordinates, and then kill chickens and monkeys to deter a wave of political enemies.

old politician.

However, William was too lazy to pay attention to this deep game.

To put it bluntly, what does Yidaili have to do with him? When he had the time, he'd rather go on a walk-away trip with Hermione.

But Venice is definitely out of travel. It's almost gone, there are ruins everywhere.

So, William and Hermione, who had nothing to do, snuggled up on the benches in Piazza San Marco to feed the pigeons.

There are about 40,000 pigeons in Venice, one-third of them in Piazza San Marco.

There are so many that the government strictly prohibits tourists from feeding them.

But today, outside of the ban, most Muggles have been sent away.

The wizards all around come and go, all doing the aftermath work. Although I really wanted to come over to chat, and ask for an autograph by the way, no one dared to really come over and disturb.

That is the hero of Venice, the savior of Italy!

When passing by, everyone held their breath carefully, for fear of disturbing the young wizard who seemed to be a couple.

I don't know how long it took, the footsteps sounded, and Minister He Wen came over, with three copies of Italy floating around.

"You're hungry, eat some noodles." Minister He Wen, like a kind elder, said enthusiastically, "I've been busy so far, and I haven't even eaten a bowl of noodles."

He did not eat one bowl, but five bowls of noodles.

William tucked his fingers in front of his mouth and hissed lightly.

Only then did He Wen notice that William maintained a strange posture.

Hermione lay in his arms, her slender shoulders moved slightly, her breathing was long, and she fell asleep tiredly.

Minister He Wen lowered his voice, "Thanks to the two of you today, otherwise this city would be completely lost.

Go to Rome to rest in the evening. The Ministry of Magic has prepared a set of rooms for you and Miss Granger. "

A room?

William cast a deep glance at the Minister of Magic.

It's another spaghetti delivery, another set of rooms... No wonder people can become ministers, it's not without reason!

"Have you found Martell?" William asked with a nod.

"I found it, it's dead."

He Wen's wand waved, and he turned into a chair, sitting not far from William.

"He was killed by Trine Sand."

William nodded slightly, not too surprised.

Traene stole the Goblet of Fire just to stop Martell.

But in the end, for some unknown reason, he suddenly changed his plan, dropped the Goblet of Fire, and put it on William.

She made a careful plan, and it's not surprising that she was able to kill Martell in the end.

"Where's Terene?"

"It's a serious injury, but it's almost healed, and it's now under the control of the Auror."

He Wen thought that even if William was not angry, he would defend Terenee for a thing or two, and asked the Ministry of Magic to let her go.

Unexpectedly, the young man was very calm, and even the expression changes were not appreciated. It doesn't seem like it's a serious matter.

In William's view, it is indeed not a serious matter. Not even his arm was severely numb from Hermione's pressure.

With him around, He Wen couldn't really embarrass Terenei. The remaining question is nothing more than a quid pro quo.

Politics is compromise, and this phrase applies everywhere.

He Wen did not speak immediately, but looked at the river in the distance.

It is hard to imagine that earlier, there was a Stonehenge, surrounded by a white dragon.

But now the white dragon is gone, destroyed by the young wizard in front of him. Stonehenge also sank underwater.

Hewen said:

"Martel has a lot of influence in Italy, and there is no evidence that he planned this incident."

He Wen's words are true. Martell has been secretary-general for decades, and his influence is really strong.

but……

William stroked Hermione's hair and said calmly:

"Need proof? What I'm saying now is proof.

I said that Martell awakened the white dragon under Venice, and he was the murderer behind it.

Do you think people will believe it? "

"Of course, you defeated Bai Long and saved everyone. Now what you say, everyone will believe it." He Wen nodded.

At this moment, William seems to be the savior of Italy.

Politics is a compromise, but if you want to compromise... The key is that the status of the two sides is not equal.

If it is not equal, the very strong party will naturally show its thunderous means, and will not make so-called compromises and concessions at all.

William was influential, but that was in England. Based in Italy, his influence is practically nil.

His status is seriously unequal. To borrow a Goblet of Fire, you must rely on Dumbledore's letters.

But after the White Dragon Incident, William and the Italian Ministry of Magic were undoubtedly equal, or even slightly dominant.

What he says, the Italian wizard, the Metropolis chooses to believe.

That's why River Van came to William.

"William, it would be great if you were an Italian wizard. With your ability, you will definitely become the youngest minister."

"Someone said the same thing last year."

"Clegane?" Rivern laughed.

William nodded and suddenly said:

"I need a pardon...Trenee's pardon."

"I'm ready." He Wen handed over a piece of paper.

"Trene can leave at any time, no one will stop her, and no one will embarrass her."

"What do you need me to do?" William asked.

"Martel is the hero of many Italian wizards, he cannot fail, let alone scandals.

Otherwise, it will have a very bad impact, and it will also affect Italy's international reputation. "

"Well, if someone interviews me, I will say that Mr. Martell died heroically in the battle with the White Dragon." William said flatly.

He Wen looked at William admiringly, and he found it easy to talk to smart people.

"However, if I say this, an amnesty is not enough." William added: "I want to keep the Goblet of Fire."

How could he return what was in his hand? What's more, it's the Holy Grail!

"No!" He Wen immediately objected.

The Goblet of Fire has been in Venice for seven hundred years. Although it is useless, who would think that there are too many antiques.

"...Even if I give it to you, do you really dare to ask for it?" William half-smiled.

"That white dragon is really alive?" He Wen lowered his voice.

"Yes, I can't kill it." William nodded.

"If you go to the literature, you will find that seven hundred years ago, the white dragon drowned Sardinia."

"If you're not afraid of Rome, or if Florence is flooded again, you can leave the Goblet of Fire behind."

He Wen narrowed his eyes, trying to think about the gains and losses.

"It's impossible to give it to you, but I can lend it to you for research."

"What do you mean?" William raised his eyebrows.

"I will issue an order as Minister of Magic," said River.

"The Italian Ministry of Magic will lend the Goblet of Fire to Stark and Miss Granger to study indefinitely.

I just ask that you promise to return it in your lifetime. "

"In my lifetime." William had a strange smile in his eyes, "I'm still young, so you probably have to wait."

He Wen shrugged and waited for more than a hundred years at most.

Even the famous Nicole Mailer destroyed the Philosopher's Stone. How long can Stark live?

"By the way, congratulations to both of you." He Wen smiled and said:

"Received the Order of the Doge of Venice, and the Italian First Class Magic Medal."

William did not waver. This thing has been obtained many times, and he has not fluctuated at all.

He Wen smiled slightly. "May peace be with you."

After saying that, he got up and left.

William sat in a chair, looking out at the river. After a while, he suddenly bowed his head.

Hermione was already awake, but she didn't get up, lying in her arms staring at his face in a daze.

William asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?"

Hermione got up rubbed William's numb arm, grinned brightly and said, "Go to sleep!"

"Wow, there's spaghetti, it's delicious." She brought the noodles over and handed William a bowl.

"By the way, where are we going tonight?"

"Rome," said William.

Just then, a seagull flew over. It flew for a moment and dropped a letter.

"Where's the letter?" Hermione slurped and stuck her head.

"Let me see..." William frowned.

"Albania!"

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