A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 508 Female Driver!

Burano is known as Venice's "fairytale island" because all its houses are painted in a variety of vibrant colors.

However, this fairytale world was mostly submerged by the torrential rain.

Residents, under the organization of the government, were also evacuated to higher ground that had not been flooded.

Dozens of Aurors, riding flying lions, weaved through the streets without making any attempt to conceal their presence.

Since there are no Muggles around, there's no need to worry about being discovered.

"Kha'Zix, watch your right side," Captain Russell shouted.

The Auror named Kha'Zix quickly turned off the radio and pulled out his earphones. "Sorry, Captain!"

He grinned apologetically.

"Kha'Zix, how's it going at the World Cup?" a wizard couldn't help but ask.

"It's all in complete chaos," Kha'Zix said.

"I don't know who instigated it, but a brawl broke out at the stadium yesterday. English fans beat up Bulgarian fans."

Then, Auror arrested the Bulgarian fans, but not the British.

"Those British guys are too arrogant!"

"Who can argue with that? But they're unbeatable in training matches... England won their training match against Iceland again, 250 to 30!"

"Hey, he's got the governor's spirit. I'm going to go back and put all my salary for this month into England."

Hopefully, they'll be just as invincible in official matches.

"Hey, we're on a mission!" Russell interrupted, annoyed.

"Yes, Captain!"

Kha'Zix put away the radio. He felt incredibly unlucky; he was supposed to be off duty today, but he still had to get up and carry out a mission.

This International Wizarding Federation Congress should really discuss giving everyone a holiday during the World Cup!

Kha'Zix seemed to remember something, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a newspaper, saying:

"Captain, this is this morning's 'Doge's Gazette'."

He pointed to the front page of the newspaper and read:

"The Secretary General claims that the criminals who stole the Goblet of Fire have been apprehended, and that Stark and Granger are innocent."

Is it that witch who suddenly appeared in the middle of the night?

"It's her!" an Auror exclaimed excitedly. "I was there last night."

"Since Stark and Granger are innocent, why are we still hunting them down... I've heard Stark is very powerful," Kha'Zix said, dissatisfied.

Captain Russell shook his head: "I don't know either, maybe there are other changes."

"But……"

"No buts, this is the Secretary-General's order!"

Kha'Zix shut up.

But ah...

In this kind of weather, you should stay home, listen to the radio broadcast, and eat some spaghetti... Doesn't that sound great?

As for the criminals... what's it to him? He became an Auror just because it's a job with little work and lots of money, right?

How many Aurors in the Italian Ministry of Magic got in without connections?

"Alright, let's go."

Russell stared at the slip of paper in his hand, which showed the location sent by the Secretary-General using a transformation spell.

"I know Stark's location. Pursue him immediately."

"Captain, how did the Secretary General pinpoint Stark's location so precisely?" Kha'Zix couldn't help but ask.

"Who knows?" Russell shook his head.

He tugged at the reins, and the wings of the flying lion beneath him flapped rapidly.

The Secretary General's order was simple: "Kill them both."

Russell was also skeptical of the order.

But the Secretary General made a promise: if this matter is handled well, the Auror's Office Director...

It's him!

On the other side of the island,

A black gondola drifts on the sea.

Following the guidance of Death:

The Goblet of Fire burns beneath the tomb.

However, the tomb of the Doge of Venice is in Constantinople. The remains of Santa Lucia are scattered all over the world.

This matter has reached a dead end.

Hermione noticed something was wrong in Sardinia and they decided to go check it out.

Sardinia is an island located in western Italy, situated deep in the Mediterranean Sea.

Given the distance and the terrible weather at sea, the two would have to drift at sea for two days.

At Hermione's suggestion, William also took a stroll along the Colorful Island.

Saving Venice and tourism at the same time...that's the beauty of life.

Before even leaving the island, William spotted the suddenly appearing Aurors.

"How did they know where we were?" Hermione asked incredulously, frowning. "That's impossible."

It's true that underage wizards have traces of their existence, but the magic ministries of other countries cannot track them down.

This was already proven when we were in Paris.

Russell, riding a golden winged lion, took the lead and said, "Stark, Granger, please go back and assist with the investigation."

Don't make a mistake for yourself!

William ignored him, stepped on the gas, and the gondola suddenly made a sharp turn.

But the Aurors had already pinpointed their location and set up an encirclement.

More than a dozen spells shot out and hit the metal emblem on the bow of the ship, sending sparks flying.

"What do we do?" Hermione pulled out her wand and shouted, "I'll go stop them!"

"No!" William stared at the waterway ahead and noticed that several more Aurors had blocked the way.

He calmly said, "You steer the boat!"

"Okay!" Hermione readily agreed, "But... you have to teach me... how to drive it first!"

"..."

Doragon was modified by Trinity, who added a cockpit, similar to a car driver's seat, with only one seat.

With no room available, Hermione had no choice but to snuggle into William's arms and plop down on his lap.

William gasped, "Hermione...you're pressing on me...it hurts!"

"Oh, sorry." Hermione hurriedly twisted her waist.

"Alright, alright, don't move... that's fine!" William stopped him.

He grabbed Hermione's hand and made her place it on the steering wheel.

"Do you see the accelerator?"

"Um."

"Are you holding the steering wheel?"

"Um."

"Keep your foot on the gas pedal and control the steering wheel... it's that simple."

"Huh?"

"Don't slow down! Don't crash into anything. If the boat is damaged, we'll both have to pay for Teresa's repairs."

Do we have any money left?

"No!!"

William nodded in satisfaction and released the steering wheel.

"Hey, don't let go!!" Hermione's face turned pale with fright, and she immediately closed her eyes.

The bow of the ship suddenly lurched to one side, but William paid no attention. He simply reached out and embraced Hermione's slender waist, which could be encircled by one hand.

"You're about to crash... you'll have to pay compensation," he warned.

Hermione suddenly opened her eyes, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and made a sharp right turn, jerking the steering wheel sharply.

The gondola made a daring turn, narrowly missing a wall.

William whistled. "Very good, Hermione, you've learned how to drive."

He leaned close to her ear, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, nothing will happen!"

Hermione nodded vigorously.

The girl stood up, and William left his seat and walked towards the cabin door.

The smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, turning into coldness.

Breaking free from a spell, William gazed at Russell not far away.

He sneered, "Are you really looking for death?"

Russell's heart skipped a beat. There were very few wizards these days, and he had never heard of this young man before him.

Three years ago, Stark became the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin... and his fame was only great in the British Isles.

Outside of the UK, it's basically unacceptable.

But during last year's Paris attacks, Clegane, along with Aurors, issued a warrant for his arrest for several days, but they were unable to capture him.

Stark also successfully stopped Arya Grindelwald.

Even more wizards witnessed the battle at Notre Dame Cathedral.

Almost no one dared to ignore this young wizard anymore.

Russell was no exception.

What he relied on was simply that he had more people. Stark didn't really want to hurt anyone.

Judging from his current state, Stark has been thoroughly enraged.

William was indeed enraged; did he really think he was made of clay?

He and Hermione came on a perfectly good, publicly funded trip, and incidentally...attended a joint meeting.

Arriving in Venice, I encountered this situation and was inexplicably pursued.

Who can I complain to about this?

Save Venice?

Save your sister!

If it weren't for the Holy Grail, William would have ignored the whole thing and Apparated Hermione to Florence.

Do you really think he's harmless?

Those werewolves killed in France would not agree with this!

William closed the ship's door, braced himself on the railing, and leaped up, standing alone on the ship's roof.

He turned to the side, dodging the summoned arrows.

William's hands moved without pause, gripping the wand with one hand, the tip pointing downwards, and he tapped the surface of the sea in the air.

The sea was suddenly shrouded in mist, which grew thicker and thicker, turning the world into a white expanse that obscured all vision.

William, shrouded in mist, twirled his wand between his two fingers, and the rain in mid-air began to fall.

Under the control of powerful magic, the rainwater twisted into two silver lines as sharp as solid blades.

William waved his wand, drawing a large arc.

The silver lines stirred up the thick fog on the sea surface, splashing water as they swept across the surrounding Aurors.

Russell looked up and saw two silver lines cutting through the sea, rushing towards him at lightning speed.

Although the curse seemed to have only moderate power, he dared not let his guard down.

"Armor for protection!"

All the Aurors stretched their arms forward, forming an invisible barrier at the tip of their wands.

The silver threads continuously pierced the protective barrier, like fine needles drilling through thin snow.

William flicked his wand again, and the silver threads shattered instantly, creating countless tiny craters on the protective barrier.

The water droplets continued to drift, and many Aurors fled in panic, jumping into the water.

"Fragmented!" Russell launched another counterattack.

William quickly chanted the incantation, and the small boat rose several meters into the water, barely dodging more than a dozen beams of light.

As the gondola plummeted, he tapped his wand, and a black beam of light slashed down from the sky.

The flying lion rushing from behind was like a trapped beast, its wings directly strangled by a curse, and a jet of blood gushed out.

Russell was thrown onto the water's surface, splashing countless droplets.

William's wand trembled, and in an instant, the water surged and boiled, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, swirling up towards the Aurors in the water.

Amidst the raging wind and rain, William sat calmly on the roof of the boat, his legs dangling in the air.

"Stop chasing me, or I might really 'accidentally' kill someone!"

The thick fog rolled in again, obscuring the hull of the Doragon.

Russell angrily pounded the water, but couldn't utter a single word.

Having distanced himself from the Aurors, William rose, preparing to jump back onto the ship.

Hermione made a sharp turn, throwing him off balance.

William, now in the water, watched the small boat speeding away, opened his mouth, but could only utter a silent murmur:

"A female driver!"

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