Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"They once participated in a witch hunt, which indirectly affected the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy. After the Statute was implemented, the entire European magical community began to isolate the Brotherhood of Templars and the entire Italian magical community. Beauxbatons in France even recruited students internationally, bringing all the young wizards who had awakened magic in Italy, along with their families, to France."

"And so, this so-called Brotherhood gradually declined because Beauxbatons robbed them of their young wizards and they had few new blood. They began to kidnap underage wizards and brainwash them."

"Burp... Is it so dangerous here? And why is there no such part in the History of Magic?" Harry just asked in confusion, without any doubt about his own life safety. After all, these three adults around him, if you say they are unreliable in doing things, maybe, but no one would believe that they are unreliable in fighting.

Sirius drank the last half of the wine in the glass and said, "Uh...unofficial history."

"So you...hiccup...told us so much? Just...hiccup...teasing us?" Harry's voice instantly rose an octave.

Kaisen patted Harry's head and said, "Alright, alright, just treat it as a story. We ate nine large pizzas from that Mafia Godfather for free, and that's enough to digest it."

Harry burped again. "You guys are too high on food, I'm... burping... from eating too much."

"How about... you drink something to make Shunshun happy?" Sirius had just finished speaking when Lupin slapped him in the face. "It's ok for you to take him to read pornographic books, but now you're taking him to drink! You're really not worthy of being a godfather!"

Chapter 225 Kidnapping?

In the short half hour in the bar, Harry basically kept burping without stopping.

In the end, the adults had to find a hotel in advance and book four rooms for Harry to rest first, while the other three found a sunny and ventilated corner in the lobby on the first floor and took out their playing cards.

afternoon.......

"Are we really going to play here for a whole day?" Sirius said helplessly as he looked at the cards in his hand that were so rotten that they couldn't get any worse.

"What else do you want to do?" Lupin said as he placed two more gold Galleons in the middle of the table.

"Don't you think it's a bit of a waste of our youth to just play cards here after we finally come out? This is Sicily, with luxury cars, fine wine, beautiful women and everything else! Shouldn't we three grown men go out and gallop on horseback?" Sirius said as he unbuttoned his collar.

"No, I don't have any worldly desires. Falling in love will only slow down my exploration of alchemy." Kaisen shook his head.

"Where's Remus?"

Lupin blushed. "I've had a good chat with Tonks these past few days. I have a strange feeling that she seems to like me."

".........I'll go find Harry. He's sure to inherit his father's adventurous gene of riding a horse. By the way, I can find him a young love bud here." Sirius said as he stood up and walked towards the elevator.

"As a godfather, can you be more serious?" Kaisen picked up a gold galleon from the table and threw it at the back of Sirius' head.

Sirius, who staggered after being hit, bent down to pick up the gold Galleons and rubbed the back of his head: "I was just kidding, I'll call him down and we'll go to the beach to bask in the sun!" After saying that, he threw the gold Galleons into his pocket without any courtesy and got on the elevator.

After about half a minute, a loud bang suddenly sounded in the ears of Kaisen and Lupin, followed by Sirius's voice.

"Did you use the Disillusionment Charm? What's the hurry?" Lupin asked puzzledly.

"Harry is lost!" Sirius' suppressed but crazy voice exploded in their ears!

Kaisen and Lupin looked at each other, and the next moment one of them walked towards the front desk to check the surveillance video, while the other and Sirius walked towards the fire escape and Apparated to Harry's room to see if there were any clues.

Soon, Kaisen at the front desk looked at the surveillance camera for a long time. They played cards for a total of one hour. In this one-hour surveillance video, no one entered Harry's room.

He took a deep breath to keep his facial expression from breaking in front of outsiders, so as to save the front desk staff from asking too many questions.

The next moment he walked into the stairs, he teleported directly to Harry's room: "Either Harry was sleepwalking and failed in his cosplay as Man, or a damn wizard did it!"

Sirius and Lupin were carefully checking the entire room with their wands. "There is indeed a magical fluctuation here, but we don't know where it is traced to."

"Okay, one of you goes back to England to find Dumbledore and ask him to check whether the remaining Death Eaters know our whereabouts. One of you stays here to hold your post. There is no Ministry of Magic in the Italian wizarding world, but there must be someone to manage it, right?" Kaisen said quickly.

"Beauxbatons recruits students in Italy, so France sometimes interferes with the Italian wizarding world," Sirius reminded.

"Then I'll go find the French Ministry of Magic!" After saying this, Kaisen teleported away from the spot.

French Ministry of Magic...

Kaisen came here to ask for help, so he couldn't just show up in the Minister of Magic's office with a sword in hand to greet him physically. Instead, he had to use a more gentle approach.

He received the appointment form at the front desk, then found a lucky person who was waiting for the appointment manager and asked, "Which number are you?"

The lucky guy scratched his head and said, "I'm the next one. What's wrong?"

"That's no problem, let's switch." Kaisen exchanged the appointment forms with the two without hesitation and then casually gave him two kilograms of gold: "Go and queue up."

After finishing the job, he didn't care about the confused Lucky Man, nor did he care whether the things in the Minister's office had been discussed or not. He just walked in with a physical unlocking spell.

"Mr. Morgan, it's France that's taking over the young wizards in Italy, right?"

Mr. Morgan, the French Minister of Magic, looked at the familiar face that suddenly broke in... He recalled the Daily Prophet of the England region and felt that the rheumatism in his arm seemed to be acting up.

"Ok?"

Morgan nodded. "That's right."

"Since France has inherited this benefit, shouldn't it also bear some responsibility? Now my student Harry Potter has been kidnapped by wizards in the Sicily Hotel in Italy. The French Ministry of Magic will definitely be responsible, right?"

Kaisen said with a stiff smile.

Morgan looked at the alchemy professor in front of him who did not follow the rules of the game at all and nodded subconsciously. After all, if he shook his head, he would probably have to ask where Fujita's alchemical prosthesis was made.

"Please tell me what happened?"

"He disappeared from the hotel room within an hour. I've checked the surveillance records. No one has ever entered that room, and he hasn't ever walked out. It can only be magic. Now I need information on all individual wizards and wizard groups in Italy. I also need you to let the Aurors help us!" Kaisen said in one breath.

"...No problem." Morgan took a deep breath and said stiffly.

"Thank you, Mr. Minister." Kaisen rarely spoke human words.

"Oh, thank you. I've asked the head of the Auror Office to come here. Now I'll find the archives of the Italian wizarding world for you. You can find information about almost all individual wizards and wizarding groups there."

Morgan stood up and searched the bookshelf behind him for a while, finally pulling out two huge file bags. "The slightly larger one is the personal file bag, and the smaller one is the group file."

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Morgan." Kaisen opened the group file directly. After all, he didn't think that Harry, who was only thirteen years old, would make enemies with a single person. Dumbledore would solve the problem in England, and he would solve the problem in Italy.

Still not looking for individuals, but looking for groups. After all, maybe that wizard criminal gang wants to do the whole kidnapping and extortion business... although the probability is not high.

Then he just turned the first page, frowned and translated the French and English briefly, and he saw a name that he had just become familiar with.

Brotherhood of Templar

Chew chew chew... You mentioned pizza... chew chew chew... Who researched it?

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Chapter 226 Blood Wine

“Lamb, undefiled, lift up your right hand.”

In his drowsiness, Harry heard a calm voice. He raised his right hand for some unknown reason. The next moment, a sharp pain in his wrist made him subconsciously want to scream, but the sound was forcibly suppressed by another more strange magic at his throat.

There was another hymn-like sound with no clear lyrics...

..........................

"What's going on..." Harry sat up from a cold stone slab with a grin, and subconsciously rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, which was hurt by the bruise. Suddenly, he found that there seemed to be something hard on his wrist.

He quickly looked at his wrist and saw a small silver-white crack there. Just as he was wondering, the magic wand suddenly jumped out from his wrist.

"Oh my god!" Harry cursed in desperation.

Although I don't know why my wand was stuffed into my wrist, I don't know how it was done. There is a small red strip at the end of the wand connecting to my wrist, and it doesn't hurt.

But now is not the time to think about those trivial things. The best news is that the wand is still in his hand. He looked up and saw a stone house, a stone bed, an old wooden table that needed pads for the legs, and a chair with half of the armrest missing.

A tattered-looking door that looks like it could be opened with a kick.

But that would have been too loud, so Harry opted for a more discreet approach.

"Ah..." He was halfway through reciting the spell when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his wrist, causing him to subconsciously retract his hand, and as a result, his wand accidentally touched the wooden door.

The next moment the wooden door creaked open.

"Hiss... Now I know why they are not afraid that I will run away." Harry looked down at his wrist. His wand had already drilled back into the silver gap. The severe pain just now seemed like an illusion.

After stretching his wrist, he tiptoed through the door and walked out. Then he saw a man in a black robe reading a book at the door.

When the man heard the voice, he looked up at Harry, gave him a smile that was objectively quite kind, and then continued reading the book in his hand.

"...You won't catch me?" Harry asked this cerebral palsy question as if his left and right brain were fighting each other.

"Keep going straight." The man looked up at Harry strangely and pointed in the direction ahead in fairly standard English.

"...Um...Thank you." Harry nodded awkwardly. Right now the situation was stronger than him, and because of the severe pain from casting the spell, he probably couldn't use magic, unless the wand on his wrist automatically turned into a hidden blade and hit the man in the neck.

I must learn Transfiguration well when I get out of here, Harry muttered to himself as he walked forward.

He passed many ordinary stone houses along the way. At the end, he saw a stone house that looked larger than the others. There were bursts of noise coming from inside...

In addition, you should learn French.

This was Harry's second thought. He was now standing in front of the stone house. He was thinking about whether to go in or turn around and run. However, he immediately abandoned the second idea. This was a forest. He couldn't use magic now. He might be caught before he ran out a hundred meters.

"Don't you want to come in, kid?" An old voice came from inside the house.

"I have to go in now..." Harry sighed and walked into the house.

"What do you think magic is?" An old man wearing a maroon coarse cloth robe sat on the ground in an unpresentable manner.

"What...innate talent?" Harry was stunned for a moment and answered casually.

"Almost, but can fate be so selfless? Give you such powerful power for no reason?" The old man twisted his neck and said.

"Oh...you...you know the answer?"

"I don't know. I just think that since the gods have given us this power beyond that of ordinary people, don't we also need to bear the corresponding responsibilities?" the old man asked.

"Oh...what responsibility?" Harry scratched the back of his head subconsciously.

"A lot. Protecting Muggles, preserving nature, being self-disciplined and respectful, repaying kindness, and believing in God."

"...including kidnapping children?" Harry asked a pointed question.

"God will forgive us because we are redeeming you."

"Wow, a religious spirit of atonement... so shoving my wand into my wrist is for my own good?" Harry knew the situation was stronger than him, but he just wanted to talk trash, even if it meant getting bitten by the balls.

"Magic is a gift from God. So we naturally cannot use magic indiscriminately. Using magic for personal convenience and gain, unreasonably harming the weak, and using magic without believing in the true owner of magic are all not allowed." The old man explained.

"Um...it sounds like you are a sect that believes in God...Excuse me, could you be the Brotherhood of the Temple?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh, I thought they deleted us from the history books." The old man said in surprise.

"Um...actually, they did." Harry muttered softly.