A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 319 The Retribution for Everyday Milk-Making Practices?

William Stark slowly awoke.

The blinding sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, scattering across the floor.

He covered his eyes with his hands, pondering who he was, where he was, and what he was doing...

William looked up and glanced around.

This is a luxurious Renaissance-style bedroom with Louis XVI-era furniture, walls decorated with handcrafted wall coverings, and a large four-poster mahogany bed.

The jacquard bathrobe hanging on the bedpost reads: Ritz Paris.

William then remembered that he was on vacation in Paris. However, he had gone to bed far too late last night, and his brain was currently in a state of malfunction.

The doorbell rang, and William was awakened by the persistent sound.

The other person pressed the button many times before finally giving up. Just when William thought she was about to leave, the door lock clicked open.

William glanced at the bedside table; the room key and room card were clearly there.

But now was not the time to think about this, so he quickly shrank into the blanket and wrapped himself up tightly.

The door was pushed open, and a girl rushed in.

Hermione was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, and her originally messy brown long hair was simply tied into a ponytail.

She saw the boy on the bed and said incredulously, "William, I knocked on the door so many times, you were clearly awake, why didn't you open the door for me?!"

"You just woke me up."

"Did I wake you up? You're late. We agreed to go swimming in the pool on the fourth floor this morning..."

"You can go now."

"Anne and I have already swum several laps!" Hermione said unhappily. "Who wants to go with you?"

"Huh?" William looked up, puzzled. "Don't you guys not know how to swim? You even asked me to teach you last night... You just splash around in the shallow end a couple of times, and that counts as swimming a lap?"

"Mind your own business!" Hermione glared at William, her eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint in them.

"Get up quickly! Lyanna sent me to wake you up. After breakfast, we're going sightseeing; there are several places to visit today."

Hermione walked to the window and suddenly pulled the curtains open.

The intense sunlight made William squint, and he realized that the sun outside was already very blazing.

"By the way, Hermione, how did you get in?" William asked again.

"It's my little pet, WALL-E."

Hermione tilted her head to indicate that a Bowtruckle was sitting on her left shoulder.

Wall-E, the Bowtruckle, waved shyly to William, then performed another Thomas Flair and quickly returned to Hermione's pocket.

William had forgotten about this; the Bowtruckle was a master at sneaking in and picking locks, and it was a gift he had given to Hermione.

The girl opened the wardrobe, took out a few clothes, compared them to William in the air, chose a good combination, and then threw them on the bed.

"Get up quickly!" Hermione urged softly again. "Hurry up."

William remained lying in bed.

"What? Get up now!" Hermione stood in front of the bed with her hands on her hips, looking fierce.

"Please go out for a moment," William said weakly.

"Why?!" Hermione squinted, seemingly preparing to pull back the blanket.

"I'm not wearing any clothes."

"Pah!" Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly. "You pervert!"

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After William finished washing up and changed into the clothes Hermione had chosen, he went to the hotel restaurant alone.

The two families are having a leisurely breakfast.

Leanna and Emily were discussing shopping. Now that they were in Greater Paris, they were definitely going to buy all sorts of clothes and jewelry!

Roy and Iris, two good friends, are discussing the Quidditch World Cup mentioned in the Daily Prophet.

Britain hasn't hosted the World Cup in thirty years, and next year's tournament will be held in Great Britain.

The two were pontificating and boasting. Men...that's just how they are.

Unfortunately, the reality is that England's Quidditch national team is just as lackluster as its football national team.

They never disappoint when it comes to being disappointing.

Hermione was drinking milk with a straw while reading a book called "An Introduction to Ancient Runes".

Hermione started preparing for the course in her second year, which was arguably the most difficult of all the courses.

The girl clearly sensed it too, and her progress was slow.

Previously, I would ask William about anything I didn't understand, but this morning he was quiet and seemed reluctant to talk to me.

Anne, wearing a tattered hat, curiously peeked out and started gossiping, trying to get all sorts of information out of him.

Such keen insight at such a young age, it's a real shame she's not an entertainment reporter.

After finishing their meal, the group left the Ritz Hotel.

The Ritz Paris, which opened in 1898, is located in Place Vendôme in the heart of Paris and is one of the world’s most famous and luxurious hotels.

But few people know that this place was originally a private residence... yes, it was Nico's house back then.

Nicolas Flamel's name is so famous that he usually goes out in disguise and uses a pseudonym when doing things!

From one perspective, Nicolas is the largest real estate developer in France, and many of the properties he acquired in his early years were purchased by him.

Back then, during the Battle of Paris, Grindelwald wanted to destroy Paris.

Why is Nico in such a hurry... France is his homeland, that goes without saying, and saving people is a given.

But there's another point: he owns a lot of real estate in Paris.

What kind of behavior is Grindelwald doing? He's stormed into Nico's house and caused a scene.

If you're so capable, go destroy Hogwarts! All you do is bully the old.

Since it was Nico's property, William and his family didn't have to pay anything to stay there.

The group got into a Chevrolet, with Hermione's father, Aerys, driving.

The car was rented; they couldn't possibly have driven it from England to France. The Channel Tunnel won't open until May next year.

Driving in France is quite simple. In addition to needing a British driver's license, you also need to apply for an "International Driving Permit" (IDP).

The city streets meandered and stretched out, and soon the outline of the Eiffel Tower began to appear.

As a French landmark, they definitely have to visit the Eiffel Tower.

The building has three floors, but William and his group did not take the stairs; instead, they took the elevator to the second floor.

From here, you can enjoy a panoramic view of Paris.

The third floor required climbing stairs, but Anne, the younger sister, only climbed halfway before throwing a tantrum, saying she couldn't go any further and insisting that William carry her.

A hundred meters high, and a winding staircase—even with William's small frame, he couldn't possibly carry it.

He quietly took his wand, tapped Anne, then carried her on his back and steadily walked uphill.

Iris was astonished. "Wow...this kid's got a great physique!"

Iris looked at William with a scrutinizing gaze... and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

"Can you use magic?" Hermione finally asked William.

She leaned close to William, a worried look on her face, and whispered, "Won't we receive a warning message if we use the Levitation Charm?"

Hermione was afraid that William would be arrested by the Ministry of Magic.

"No, I won't." William smiled and lowered his voice, "I use a wand made by Cedric."

Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school; they are tracked and monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

But that's from the perspective of the British Ministry of Magic. William is currently in France, so how can they enforce the law across borders?

It's even more impossible to monitor him!

Even if William agreed, the French Aurors wouldn't.

Young wizards like William and Hermione would write to the French Ministry of Magic's wand licensing office in advance when they came to France for tourism.

The office will register the young wizards' wands, and will then go to the Ministry of Magic to confirm again when William and his party arrive.

The wand licensing office leaves a detection spell on the wand, which will be detected if William casts a spell.

After all, they didn't believe that young wizards could cast spells without a wand, nor did they believe that they had a second wand.

Therefore, nothing will happen to William if he uses the wand made by Cedric.

"Then I can use magic too!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, you can come to my room tonight to continue your combat training." William winked.

Hermione glanced guiltily at Iris and Emily, a smirk playing on her lips, and whispered:

"We'll see! I haven't forgiven you for standing me up this morning yet."

Hermione's expression suddenly froze, revealing a look of horror.

She grabbed William's hand, pointed to the sky, and said fearfully, "William, it's a warning letter..."

William looked up and saw an owl fly over, drop the letter, and fly away again.

William wondered to himself, "Are the French Ministry of Magic's detection methods really that advanced?"

Is this the retribution for his usual blaming?!

William opened the letter, and after a moment, a strange expression appeared on his face.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked anxiously, quickly grabbing the letter.

Soon, she also showed a strange expression.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Old Master Newt...has been...arrested by the French Ministry of Magic?!"

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