A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 503 The City on the Verge of Destruction!

Venice is a city built on the sea, and it has hundreds of bridges.

The most famous is the Riodo Bridge.

Because Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice" is set against the backdrop of the Riodo Bridge and its surrounding area.

As dusk fell, the Riodo Bridge was almost deserted due to the heavy rain. So no one noticed the sudden appearance of a whirlpool in the river beneath the bridge piers.

Soon, a dilapidated gondola emerged from the water.

boom!

William kicked the door open violently. The force and the rage were as if he were kicking not a gondola, but the coffin lid of Iwasato Masao!

It's no wonder he was so angry; he thought he could use the demon submarine to escape the Aurors. Who would have thought that everyone there had a gill sac grass?

Gill-sac grass is a magical plant that looks like a slippery gray mouse tail.

After eating it, you can grow gills and webbed feet, allowing you to move freely underwater for more than an hour.

This thing is rare and expensive in the UK, but it grows in the Mediterranean and is not uncommon in Venice; it's almost become a standard feature of Aurors.

Especially those dark wizards, who jump into the water after doing something bad. If you don't carry some of this stuff with you, you can't even call yourself an Auror.

William and Hermione were newcomers and had no idea what was going on.

Therefore, neither of them expected that the Aurors would all transform into Phelps, wielding wands and moving at astonishing speed.

Caught off guard, the gondola was attacked underwater.

Trinity was truly like an enemy spy.

If Hermione hadn't thrown a lot of dung at the crucial moment, the three of them would probably have been buried at sea.

The price was that the area became a fermentation tank, with even the surface of the water turning a lovely yellow.

In any case, almost all the Aurors drank some Ganges water. It was as if they thought, "If I drink this bowl of Ganges water, I'll be reborn as an Indian in my next life."

Tsk tsk, as expected, the most powerful thing is still biological weapons.

William suddenly had an idea. If the merfolk attacked him again, he would throw a ton of dung into the Black Lake.

Come on, hurt each other!

William peered around and, finding no Muggles or wizards, stood up first.

Hermione got up, William grabbed her, and they jumped toward the bridge.

Soon, another witch jumped off the wrecked ship, her head wrapped in green seaweed and several crabs.

"Those damned Aurors! I'll learn from Arya Grindelwald and build a giant nuclear bomb to blow up St. Mark's Basilica someday!" Trinity said angrily as she stood by the bridge.

Her modified gondola was almost completely destroyed by the curse.

"All done," William reassured him. "I'm a professional. It's all over. I'll fix it for you."

After cleaning up, the three of them headed along the Schiavone seaside promenade.

The wide stone avenue beneath your feet sits by the water and was built in the 9th century using dredged silt.

Along the seaside promenade, there are also upscale cafes and elegant residential areas, and even the family chapel of Antonio Vivaldi.

"Is the Bathilda Bagshot you're looking for here?" Trinity asked.

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

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

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

Following the bluestone slabs inside, William knocked on the mahogany door.

A moment later, a house-elf opened the door.

She was neatly dressed, wearing a blue headscarf, and gave a slight bow, saying, "Are you Mr. Stark and Miss Granger?"

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

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

As she passed through the living room, she bowed again and said, "Madam only sees the two of you."

"Treen, rest here for a while, we'll be there soon," William said.

Trinity nodded, sat down in the chair, and asked casually, "Can I eat these snacks?"

"Of course, Miss," the house-elf bowed again.

Led by the elf, William and Hermione headed toward the back garden.

The garden was filled with roses, and each rose bush was covered with a magic shield to prevent it from being drowned by rain.

At the end of the cobblestone path, I saw a gaunt old man, Bashat, sitting on a stone bench in the pavilion, covered with a blanket.

The old man, with a hunched back, was thin and had a frail appearance.

Time has almost bent her in two, and robbed her of her sight, leaving her eyes sunken in the folds of her skin, filled with thick cataracts.

Bathilda Bagshot was a renowned historian of magic, and she compiled the textbooks on the history of magic at Hogwarts.

Bashat was also very old, nearly 150 years old. The average lifespan of wizards is very high, but to live to such an old age is truly rare.

William suspected that Nicole had given her an elixir of immortality made from the Philosopher's Stone.

Hearing footsteps, Bagshot turned around, his eyes, which were covered by a white film, staring blankly at William and Hermione.

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and slow.

“I know we’ve never met,” Bashat said, “but I feel like I’ve known you two for a long time.”

"Miss Granger, I read your paper from last year on the medieval burning of witches."

The perspective of focusing on Notre Dame Cathedral is particularly novel.

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

Hermione's face lit up with surprise and disbelief, and she shyly hid behind William.

"I have also read Mr. Stark's article on Animagus transformation published in Transfiguration Today, which was simply brilliant."

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

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, William asked:

"Madam, you must already know why we've come, right?"

"I've heard about it," the old man said. "I've known Nico for many years, and I will do everything in my power to help you."

“We need to find the Goblet of Fire,” Hermione said. “The guidance from Death probably indicates where it is hidden.”

"Child..." Bashat stared with eerie, lifeless eyes, "My advice is, don't search for the Holy Grail, forget about it."

Why?

"Death always sends out the Deathly Hallows in various ways. He guides you to search for them, to discover them... Why?"

William and Hermione exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

Right, why would Death send out the Deathly Hallows?

After much thought, William could only conclude that he wanted the souls of those powerful wizards.

After all, in the story of the three brothers, even the clever youngest brother eventually returned to the embrace of death.

But then another problem arises: if he doesn't give away the Deathly Hallows, won't these wizards just die of old age?

"Do you still remember the story of the three brothers?" The old man's white pupils stared intently at the two of them.

"I remember," William said.

He knows all three versions.

Bashat seemed to know what he was thinking, and she chuckled softly:

"No, I dare say you haven't truly understood it... no matter which version."

"Many people overlook the most important sentence; they focus on Death itself, on the powerful Deathly Hallows..."

"Which sentence?" Hermione asked curiously.

"When these three items or sacred artifacts are combined, their owner will become the master of death..."

"It's just a metaphor," Hermione retorted. "Having three weapons doesn't mean I can command Death."

Hermione now senses that the old man's advanced age may mean that his former rationality has also disappeared.

"Child, generally speaking, people think the story of Death and the three brothers is just a metaphor." The old man wrapped his robe tighter.

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

William and Hermione were speechless.

Bashat continued, "The story of the three brothers is a true and reliable map, the most widely circulated guide."

Even the ending of collecting all the Deathly Hallows has been clearly revealed. You don't understand because the secret hasn't been fully cracked yet.

Therefore, I do not recommend seeking the Holy Grail.

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

If we find the Goblet of Fire, perhaps we can catch the wizard who stole it and clear our names. We have to give it a try.

"Child, you are right," the old man replied, his voice filled with sorrow.

"Death has guided you earlier, and you must obtain it."

"Just like me being here, I'm also a pawn."

She let out a long sigh.

"This heavy rain is like setting off a chain reaction, with a series of events unfolding one after another, and there's no going back."

No matter how unwilling I am, you must find the Holy Grail today.

Not just because of your crimes, but also for this city that is about to be destroyed!

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