A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 510 The Land of Prophecy

"Are you sure you want to take truth serum?"

Standing at the bow, William rested his elbow on the mast and gently tapped the mast with his other hand.

"I don't need it, will you believe me?" Nymeria slumped onto the wooden board, her expression sorrowful.

William glanced at the woman in surprise... she was decisive, indeed.

Nymeria was right; no matter what she said now, William and Hermione wouldn't believe her.

William longed to use Legilimency, but he had never practiced it in a time loop.

After leaving the loop, I studied on my own for two years and was able to put my skills to use, but my technique was not up to par.

Moreover, mind control is not a panacea and it is easy to be deceived by masters of mind control techniques.

Truth serum is the only safe option.

Since Nymeria offered the truth serum, it saved us a lot of trouble and agonizing.

He flipped his left hand over, revealing a small, transparent bottle.

Namelia took it without hesitation, tilted her head back and poured it into her mouth, then lowered her head and closed her eyes.

A moment later, Nymeria seemed to have exerted a great deal of effort to open her eyes, looking blank and lost in thought.

William sat opposite him and calmly said, "Answer whatever I ask."

She nodded dazedly.

"What's your name?"

"Nameria Shad".

"What's your relationship with Trinity?"

"She is my older sister."

"...Who is your father?" William asked with interest.

"Oberon Martell".

William and Hermione exchanged a shocked glance.

Secretary General Martel?

This is big news!

As is well known, Mr. Martell never married after half of his body was burned in an accident when he was young.

Who would have thought that he had two daughters behind the scenes?

William, in particular, was shocked but also filled with admiration.

Martell is over a hundred years old, and Trinity is at most in her early twenties. How could she have two daughters when she was over eighty?

You're still going strong despite your age!

William was particularly interested in the details of the matter, especially whether Martell had taken any strange potions.

William certainly doesn't need to use it, nor is he interested in selling it for profit, but... he just wants to benefit humanity.

It's important to know that the birth rate in the magical world is very low.

Look at Minister Fauci, he still doesn't have a child... isn't that what he's missing?

And Malfoy.

Don't you want to have a second child?

Seeing so many children of Mr. Weasley, doesn't he feel a pang of jealousy?

He's better than Mr. Weasley in every way, but he can't match the number of children!

And... Draco's main character is almost useless, wouldn't it be... wonderful to create a new alt character?

William charged him 10,000 Galleons per bottle. If it really works... that's not expensive, is it?

"By the way... are you related by blood?" William asked again, adding his own question.

He feared that Matair hadn't taken some kind of magic drug, but rather that he was actually under the weight of the Hulunbuir Grassland.

"We are not related by blood. When we were ten years old, we were secretly adopted by Martell."

Well, William was a little disappointed. His plan to allow two children in the wizarding world... had fallen through.

"Why did he adopt you?" Hermione asked.

"My father adopted many orphans and trained them in magic skills from a young age so that they could carry out secret missions when they grew up."

"We are the last batch of children, and the only two of us still alive," Nymeria replied emotionlessly.

William raised an eyebrow. A secret mission, of course, is a mission that cannot be brought into the light.

It's not surprising that an old wizard who has stood firm in the political arena of the magical world has done many shady things.

After careful consideration, he said, "So you stole the Goblet of Fire?"

"I stole it," Nymeria said without hesitation.

"My father gave me Russell's hair, and I used a compound decoction to become like him."

After stealing the Goblet of Fire, I gave it to my father. I also secretly told Trinity about it.

"With my help, she finally stole the Goblet of Fire from her father's office," Nymeria said quickly.

"Why would Treyne steal the Goblet of Fire? Isn't she Martell's adopted daughter?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"No... Treni broke ties with her father a long time ago." Nymeria shook her head.

"A falling out?" Hermione pressed. "Why?"

"After she turns seventeen, she will be on missions. Trinity's first mission is to assassinate the Italian Minister of Magic."

"She was scared, she ran away, and hid for several years," Namelia said.

"And what about you?" William bent down and looked at Nymeria.

"You didn't defect, so these two masks were given to us by Martell?"

"Yes."

William nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the whole thing.

Martell wanted to frame William and Hermione for the theft of the Goblet of Fire.

William and Hermione are a good match; not only are they prestigious, but most importantly, they are both young wizards.

The two are innocent and will most likely not resist; they will simply cooperate with the investigation.

They were imprisoned and had their wands taken away. Even if the Starks were powerful, Martell had many ways to kill them.

Who will carry out this task?

William thought about it and decided that Russell, the Auror captain, was the most suitable.

Judging from his enthusiasm for the pursuit, he must either be under a soul-stealing curse or Martell has made him a considerable promise.

Nymeria's use of the Polyjuice Potion to transform into Russell and steal the Goblet of Fire was not a random choice.

Martell must have left evidence that proves Russell stole the Goblet of Fire.

All that's left is for Russell to kill William and Hermione, then Martell will expose Russell and accidentally kill him.

So, the whole thing was Russell's doing. He killed William and Hermione with the intention of framing them.

No one could suspect Martell, since he hadn't done anything.

The plan was fairly meticulous, but Martell hadn't anticipated two unexpected events:

William and Hermione did not play by the rules at all, refused to cooperate with the investigation, and launched a wild attack on the Aurors before fleeing.

The Goblet of Fire was stolen by Trinity.

William and Hermione survived, but the Goblet of Fire was stolen, forcing Martell to hunt them down throughout the city.

"So, where is the Goblet of Fire now?" Hermione asked the most crucial question.

"I don't know, I don't know where my sister is hiding," Nymeria replied.

"Then, if she stole the Goblet of Fire, why did she go to Martell?"

"She said... she wanted to stop Martell and take care of that dragon!"

Hermione, being so intelligent, only pondered for a moment before quickly replying:

"William, Trinity's surrender must have told Martell that she knew the location of the Goblet of Fire."

Now we should take him to where the Goblet of Fire is hidden, and try to kill him there.

William nodded, but said nothing.

Because everything has come full circle.

Where exactly did Trinity hide the Holy Grail?

The guidance of Death led to the suggestion of following in the footsteps of the Doge of Venice.

But this Venetian Doge, who reconquered Constantinople and brought great glory to the Roman Empire, was eventually buried in Hagia Sophia.

That is, Constantinople!

It is not in Venice.

Wait a minute… William then realized that although the governor’s tomb was in Constantinople, someone might have brought his remains back and buried them in his native Venice.

This can be considered a grave!

William gave his analysis, and Hermione stared wide-eyed, hurriedly searching for a thick book.

"I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before..." she exclaimed. "I need to think about it."

Hermione rubbed her brow with her left hand while rapidly flipping through a book with her right.

"Let me think, I vaguely remember seeing it before I fell asleep last night."

"Found it!" She flipped to a page, placed it on her lap, and read aloud:

"After conquering this ancient city, Governor Enrico Dandolo died in Constantinople in 1205, before he could return to Venice."

Although the Marquis of Montferrat was the commander of the Crusades, French records also refer to the governor as the brain of the army.

This extraordinary figure was buried in the Hagia Sophia, and the only decoration on his sarcophagus was the Latin inscription of his name, Enrico Dandolo.

Even today, we can still see this stone coffin.

The site of Dandolo's tomb remained unchanged after Constantinople fell to the Ottoman Turks in 1453.

During his stay in Constantinople, Bellini proposed to Mehmed II that some of Dandolo's remains be brought back to Venice.

Deeply moved by Bellini's painting, the Sultan gladly accepted the painter's request...

"Is there any mention of where the remains brought back were buried?" William asked.

Hermione, her face pale, flipped through those pages repeatedly. She looked up and said in a trembling voice, "No!"

William closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, resting them on his chin. Since arriving in Venice, memories flashed through his mind like a fleeting dream.

"The Holy Grail burned at the bottom of the tomb."

Deep within the phoenix's rebirth,

The lagoon does not reflect the stars.

The monster waits in the darkness.

Merlin's prophecy will eventually come true.

At that moment, his thoughts seemed to be caught in a whirlpool... Death, Merlin, the Holy Grail, the tomb, the phoenix, Martell...

"Merlin's prophecy...Merlin!!"

William suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hermione, I know where Death has pointed me to."

It's so easy!

Death told him clearly... with absolute clarity!

He only just realized it now.