After dinner, Hermione was called to the study by Bathat, who seemed to have something important to hand over to her.

William followed Terrenee to repair the wrecked ship.

It is indeed too much to say that it is a small broken ship, and Dorragon can still use it, but the outer hull is too damaged, and it looks a little miserable.

William sat in the bow of the boat, sketching on parchment.

"What are you writing about?" Terenee bent over and poked her head out.

"A kind of defensive magic." William turned the quill.

"It's complicated magic, written in the language of ancient magic. On Hogwarts trains, there is this protection. Even the Thunderbird attack can be stopped. ”

"So powerful?!"

Trenee stared earnestly, as if she was ready to steal something.

But the dense font is too persuasive, and she has a headache when she sees it.

"No, the more I look at it, the more sleepy it becomes." She yawned and sat down next to William.

He raised his chin again and asked curiously, "How did you do that?" ”

"Accumulate learning, of course, you have to have a little talent." William laughed.

"You're so gifted at languages, it should be easy to learn this kind of thing."

He is a good teacher, "You see, the ancient magic script is very simple, as long as it is ......"

"I'm asking...... How do you turn your quill? Trainee interrupted.

Co-author said for a long time, sister, your attention is all attracted by the quill?

William was a little melancholy.

It's still Hermione...... The two of them talked about this, and they could lie down together and talk all night without being sleepy.

His hands grew faster and faster, and the quill swirled and jumped on his fingertips.

"It's not easy, the skill of turning the pen lies in ......"

Terenee had already used her wand to conjure up a quill and quickly taught herself.

A minute later, she was more skilled than William.

Terrenee glanced triumphantly.

William hurt his self-esteem and decided not to deal with her anymore and continued to draw spells.

"Do you have to add all of this?" Trenee asked.

"Of course, if you want to change the magic, you have to be thorough." William said excitedly.

"Get the defenses in order, go to Mr. Weasley and design a flight structure. He is a specialist in this area.

I'll get you another stealth device......"

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense with you, call it a day early, and go back to bed early." William got into the cabin.

Treenne followed suit, and she lifted the planks and pulled out a large number of Muggle tools to repair the engine.

It's okay to sit quietly in Doragon, but the two of them work in it, and the boat is very small.

"Why don't you use the Traceless Stretching Charm to expand the ship?" William asked, waving his wand.

"Well...... this"

"You don't even know the Traceless Stretching Charm, do you?" William teased.

In this era, are there still wizards who can't stretch without a trace?

In the words of Old Man Newt, "The last thing I'm good at is the Traceless Stretching Charm." ”

If you're not even good at it, how powerful should you be in the field?

The average person would definitely think Newt was bragging, but William knew no.

Because Uncle Newt's strongest realm is magical beasts.

How good is he?

As long as you taste the salty feces, you can know what kind of animal it is, what food it has eaten, and whether it has diarrhea.

Look, it's called professionalism!

In the realm of Fantastic Beasts, William would like to call him the strongest!

"Who wouldn't ...... I'm just not skilled! Tryne quibbled, and with a single force, broke the engine's fan.

She's not actually normal.

The Traceless Stretch Charm is high-end magic, and most wizards don't. Otherwise, the rings in Akali's secret shop wouldn't have sold so hot.

Terrenee skillfully changed the engine and returned to the bow of the ship to stay out of the way.

She moved a chair and sat on it, crossed her legs, and watched William cast a spell.

She didn't hold an umbrella, and the rain fell on her leather coat and turned into droplets of water and slid down.

"Are you going to continue your search for the Goblet of Fire tomorrow?" Trenee asked.

"yes, you can't stop that dragon without it." William didn't reply.

"There are only a dozen suspected tombs, and if it goes well, it will be able to be viewed in two days."

"Can you lend me the fake Goblet of Fire?" Tremey said with interest. "I've never seen it up close."

William took the box out of the safety sheet and threw it over.

"Who do you say stole it?" She opened the lid and made a crunching sound.

"If I knew, I'd have gone to arrest him by now." William rolled his eyes.

"Hermione and I are both suspicious of Martell, he's the most suspicious, and he wants us!"

William was still waiting for Tranee to criticize Martell, who knew that she had changed the subject again.

"You and Hermione are wanted, will your parents be worried if they find out?"

"Probably not." William mused, "It's not the first time anyway. Besides, they don't read Italian newspapers. ”

"That's nice......" Terenee placed the wooden goblet in the old wooden box and gently closed the lid.

"What about you...... If you don't come home at night, will your family be worried? ”

"Me?"

Tranee put the box on the deck. She got up and lay down, her head resting on the wooden box, letting the rain beat against her bumpy body.

"I have a younger sister who has a mediocre relationship. There is a father whom I haven't seen for a long time...... I'm probably dying.

So they won't worry about me. ”

The two were silent for a long time.

On a rainy night, there's really nothing to see. She looked at the sky and finally spoke:

"This matter is over, I'm going to England to see you. I haven't seen the World Cup yet, but I don't have a ticket......."

William stepped out of the cabin and said, "I'll get it for you." ”

"Thank you then!" Tranee winked and said confidently: "The ticket is worth the boat, which is very reasonable." ”

She stood up and returned the box to William.

"You and Hermione are sure to find the real Goblet of Fire. I'm a little sleepy and I'm going back to sleep. ”

When she had said this, she jumped out of the boat, got up and walked back to the house.

The slender legs, wrapped in tight leather pants, look graceful.

William held the wooden box, just looking at her back, and did not speak.

……

……

It's been more than an hour since the gondola was basically repaired.

William took a shower and changed into clean clothes before pushing open the door and walking back to his room.

There were no surprises, and Hermione was there.

She sat cross-legged on the bed in a pink suspender nightdress, sorting through a long pile of papers.

"These are all notes from Madame Basshat!"

Hermione was excited, and stretched happily, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

At the age of fifteen, her development is quite normal, and she finally has some arcs, and in some places she is no longer a flat river.

Although it can't be compared to the peaks, the hills are barely climbable.

Hermione looked down at this guy coldly, isn't it her neckline?!

She was annoyed and said angrily: "Stinky rascal, where are you looking?!" ”

William sat down on the bed and said brazenly, "Is it a crime?" ”

“…… You...... So reasonable...... Who else did you secretly see?! ”

William rolled his eyes, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the bed, looking down at the important notes.

Hermione hugged the pillow, rolled comfortably, and then lifted her legs, trying to kick him lightly.

Count it as a revenge for him peeking at someone else!

William reached out to block Hermione's leg, and the girl tried to retract it. He immediately grabbed the smooth calf and reached out to scratch the center of his foot.

Hermione collapsed on the bed, and she immediately blushed and begged for mercy in a soft voice.

William scratched twice more before he let go of the girl's leg. She didn't retract it, and just put it on the teenager's lap.

Hermione's fluffy hair, scattered over her bare shoulders, she turned her back, half-twisted her head, and glared at him hatefully.

Faced with such a non-lethal look, William ignored it lightly and asked with a smile, "Did you find anything?" ”

"Nope!"

Still, Hermione tossed over a document that she felt was important.

When William opened it, he found that Hermione was already in a certain location, marking it with a red pen.

"In September 1289, there was a sudden rainstorm in Italy. After an investigation by the International Confederation of Wizards, this is a vicious thing concocted by a wizarding group in Sardinia.

In 1289, the International Congress of Wizards held an urgent discussion on this issue......"

In 1289, the Doge of Venice, Dandolo, had been dead for decades. The Holy Grail has also made its way to Italy.

This point in time, combined with the current situation...... Apparently the Sardinian wizards of the time, did something with the Holy Grail.

It seems that one of the dragons came out at that time.

So the dragon is not in Venice, in Sardinia?!

……

……

In the middle of the night.

It was quiet in the house.

A woman dressed in black leather quietly opened the door.

She looked up and saw that the light in William's room had finally been turned off. She stood there and listened with her ears sideways for a moment,

The two of them were probably asleep.

She crept out of the building and hopped onto the gondola.

She rubbed the bow of the boat for a moment, lifting the delicate ornament that protruded from the bow.

It is a gondola decoration that is sickle-shaped, with six teeth representing the six districts of Venice, and its rectangular blade is the distinctive headdress of the Doge of Venice.

She pulled out a wooden goblet from a dark compartment.

She turned to look at the small building, stared at it for a long time, and then swallowed the fish sac grass and jumped into the canal, making a splash.

……

……

(At the beginning of the month, I asked for a monthly pass, all the big guys.)

Thanks to the "Lonely Snow A745" boss for the tip. ）