A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 506 What are you looking at?!

After dinner, Hermione was called to the study by Bagshot, who seemed to have something important to give her.

William then went with Teresa to repair the little wrecked boat.

Calling it a dilapidated boat is an exaggeration. The gondola is still usable, but the outer hull is so badly damaged that it looks rather pitiful.

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

"What are you writing?" Trinity bent down and peered over.

"A defensive spell." William twirled his quill.

"Very complex magic, written in an ancient magical script. The Hogwarts Express has this kind of protection. It can even withstand attacks from thunderbirds."

"That's amazing?!"

Trinity stared intently, seemingly preparing to secretly learn something.

However, the dense text was so off-putting that it gave her a headache.

"No, the more I watch, the sleepier I get." She yawned and plopped down next to William.

She raised her chin again, asking curiously, "How did you do that?"

"It takes accumulated learning over time, and of course, a bit of talent is also necessary," William said with a smile.

"You're so talented with languages, learning this kind of thing should be easy for you."

His tendency to lecture kicked in, "Look, ancient magic script is very simple, you just need to..."

"I'm asking... how does your quill spin?" Treni interrupted.

So, after all that talking, your attention was completely drawn to the quill pen, sister?

William looked somewhat melancholy.

Hermione is so much better... The two of them can talk about this all night long without getting sleepy.

His hand speed increased, and the quill pen spun and jumped in a fancy pattern on his fingertips.

"This isn't easy either; the skill in pen spinning lies in..."

Trinity had already used her wand to conjure a quill and was quickly teaching herself.

A minute later, her skills were even more proficient than William's.

Trinity glanced over smugly.

William was somewhat hurt in his pride and decided to ignore her and continue drawing the spell.

"Should we add all of these?" Treni asked.

"Of course, if we're going to make drastic changes, we should go all the way," William said excitedly.

"Once the defense system is in place, we'll go find Mr. Weasley to design a flight structure. He's an expert in that area."

I'll get you an invisibility device...

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Let's wrap things up early and go back to sleep." William climbed into the cabin.

Trinity followed her inside, lifted the deck, and pulled out a large number of Muggle tools, preparing to repair the engine.

It's fine to sit quietly in the Doragon, but when two people are working inside, the ship seems particularly small.

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

"Well..."

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

In this day and age, are there still wizards who don't know the Invisible Stretch Spell?

In Newt Scamander's words, "The thing I'm worst at is the Unseen Stretch Charm."

If you're this good even in areas you're not good at, how amazing must you be in areas you are good at?

An ordinary person would probably think Newt is bragging, but William knows he isn't.

Because Newt's greatest strength lies in magical creatures.

How powerful is he?

Just by tasting the feces, one can tell what kind of animal it is, what food it ate, and whether it had diarrhea.

See? That's what you call professional!

In the realm of magical creatures, William would call him the strongest!

"Who doesn't know how... I'm just not skilled enough!" Treni argued, and with a sudden burst of strength, broke the engine's fan off.

It's actually quite normal that she doesn't know how.

The Unseen Stretching Charm is a high-level spell, and most wizards don't know it. Otherwise, Akali's Mysterious Shop rings wouldn't be selling so well.

Trinity skillfully changed the engine, and then returned to the bow of the boat so as not to get in the way.

She moved a chair over, sat down, crossed her legs, and watched William cast the spell.

She didn't use an umbrella; the raindrops fell on her leather jacket and then slid down as droplets.

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

"Yes, without it, there's no way to stop that dragon," William said without turning his head.

"There are only a dozen or so suspected tombs. If all goes well, we can check them all in two days."

"Can I take a look at the fake Goblet of Fire?" Treni asked with interest. "I've never seen one up close before."

William took the box out of the safety box and tossed it over.

"Who do you think stole it?" She opened the lid, making a creaking sound.

"If I had known, I would have arrested him by now." William rolled his eyes.

"Hermione and I both suspect Martell; he's the most suspicious, and he's even got us wanted!"

William was waiting for Trinity to join him in criticizing Martell, but she changed the subject again.

"You and Hermione are wanted by the police. Are your parents worried?"

"Probably not," William pondered. "Anyway, it's not the first time. Besides, they don't read Italian newspapers."

"How lovely..." Treni placed the wooden goblet into the old wooden box and gently closed the lid.

"And you...don't your family worry about you staying out all night like this?"

"I?"

Trinity placed the box on the deck. She got up and lay down, resting her head on the wooden box, letting the rain patter against her shapely body.

"I have a younger sister, but we're not very close. I have a father, but I haven't seen him in a long time... he's probably dying soon."

So they won't worry about me.

The two remained silent for a long time.

There's not much to see in the rainy night. She looked at the sky and finally spoke:

"This matter is over. I'm coming 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 knowingly, "I'll help you with that."

"Thanks!" Trinity winked and said matter-of-factly, "The ticket price can be used to offset the boat fare, which is very reasonable."

She stood up and returned the wooden box to William.

"You and Hermione will definitely find the real Goblet of Fire. I'm a little sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the boat, got up, and went back to the house.

Her long, slender legs, encased in tight leather pants, accentuated her graceful figure.

William held the wooden box, simply watching her retreating figure without saying a word.

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It was more than an hour later when the gondola was basically repaired.

William took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then opened the door and went back to his room.

As expected, Hermione was there too.

She was wearing a pink slip dress, sitting cross-legged on the bed, organizing a huge pile of documents.

"These are all notebooks given to me by Mrs. Bashat!"

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

Her development was fairly normal, and she finally developed some curves, with some areas no longer being completely flat.

Hermione suddenly followed the guy's gaze and looked down, and sure enough, it was right at her collar!

Enraged, she retorted, "You pervert, where are you looking?!"

William sat down on the bed and shamelessly asked, "Is it illegal?"

"...You...are so self-righteous...and who else have you secretly looked at?!"

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

Hermione hugged her pillow, rolled over comfortably, and then lifted her leg, intending to take the opportunity to give him a light kick.

Consider it his revenge for spying on others!

William reached out to block Hermione's leg, and the girl tried to pull away. He immediately grabbed her smooth calf and tickled her sole.

Hermione collapsed onto the bed, her face flushed red from the tickling sensation, and she begged softly for mercy.

William tickled her a couple more times before releasing her legs. She didn't pull them back, but placed them on the boy's lap.

Hermione's fluffy hair fell over her bare shoulders. With her back turned, she turned her head slightly and glared at him resentfully.

William casually ignored the harmless look in his eyes and asked with a smile, "Did you find anything?"

"No!"

Even so, Hermione still tossed over a document she considered important.

When William opened it, he found that Hermione had marked a certain spot with a red pen.

In September 1289, Italy was hit by a sudden downpour. An investigation by the International Federation of Wizards revealed that this was a malicious act orchestrated by a group of wizards on Sardinia.

The International Conference of Wizards in 1289 held an emergency discussion on this issue…

By 1289, the Venetian Doge Dandolo had been dead for decades. The Holy Grail had already entered Italy.

Given this point in time and the current situation... it's clear that the Sardinian wizards of that time did something with the Holy Grail.

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

So the dragon isn't in Venice, but in Sardinia?!

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It was around midnight.

The house was quiet.

A woman dressed entirely 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, listening intently for a moment.

The two of them were probably already asleep.

She tiptoed out of the small building and jumped onto the gondola.

She stroked the bow of the boat for a moment, then lifted the elegant decoration that protruded from the bow.

This is a unique decoration of the gondola, shaped like a sickle with six serrations representing the six districts of Venice, while its rectangular blade is the distinctive headdress of the Doge of Venice.

She took out a wooden wine glass from a dark compartment.

She turned and looked at the small building, gazing at it for a long time. Then she swallowed the fish-shaped herb, jumped into the canal, and splashed water.

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