Russell cried and shouted to see the Minister of Magic.

He was like an abandoned licking dog, crying powerlessly in the rain, watching the man he liked get into the car of the rich woman next door.

Crying is called a sad heart.

But the minister was so cold that he didn't go to see him at all.

Who would dare to arrest an Auror captain without an order from Brindon Hewen?

So there's no need to meet this kind of thing. Even if you meet, what can you say?

Thy wife, I raise her?

That's too much care...... subordinates.

Russell's crime is also very particular: intent to murder Stark and Granger!

Russell felt aggrieved.

He was acting on the orders of the Secretary-General, and could have been blamed entirely on Martell.

Crucially, he really wanted to kill Stark and Granger.

But this intention was not exposed at all. William was alone the whole time, beating them up with a group of Aurors!

In William's words: What? You still want to kill us? Why don't you feel it at all?!

Therefore, Minister Hewen is also a master who will take advantage of the topic.

It's easy to understand.

There was such a big thing in Venice, and Russell, the captain of the Aurors, didn't report it to him.

This is the typical butt crooked and turned into the shape of Martell.

Where can I endure this river text!

You first find an old man to green me, I get into the rich woman's car, and you are still crying?

He decisively took this opportunity to clean up a wave of subordinates, and then kill chickens and monkeys to deter a wave of political enemies.

Old politicians.

However, William didn't bother to pay attention to this deep game.

To put it bluntly, what does Yi Duli have to do with him? With this time, he would rather go on a trip with Hermione.

But Venice is definitely not travelable. It's almost gone, and it's full of ruins.

So, William and Hermione, who suddenly had nothing to do, snuggled up on a bench in St. Mark's Square to feed the pigeons.

In total, there are about 40,000 pigeons in Venice, a third of which linger in Piazza San Marco.

There are so many that the government strictly prohibits tourists from feeding.

But today it was not within the ban, and most of the Muggles were sent away.

Wizards and people come and go, all doing the aftermath. Although I really wanted to come over to talk to me and ask for an autograph by the way, no one dared to really come over and bother.

That's the hero of Venice, the savior of Italy!

As they passed, everyone carefully held their breath for fear of disturbing the young wizard, who seemed to be a couple.

I don't know how long it took, but the footsteps sounded, and Minister Hewen walked over, and there were three Italian copies floating beside him.

"I'm hungry, eat some noodles." Minister Hewen was like a kind elder, and he said enthusiastically: "I'm so busy that I haven't even eaten a bowl of noodles. ”

He didn't eat one bowl, but five bowls of noodles.

William put his fingers in front of his mouth and gently shushed him.

Only then did Ha Wen notice that William maintained a strange posture.

Hermione lay in his arms, her slender shoulders moving slightly, breathing long, and already exhausted from sleep.

Minister Hewen lowered his voice, "It's really thanks to the two of you today, otherwise this city would be completely gone."

Go to Rome for the evening, the Ministry of Magic has prepared a room for you and Miss Granger. ”

A set of rooms?

William glanced deeply at the Minister of Magic.

It's another spagh and another room...... No wonder people can become ministers, not without reason!

"Did you find Martell?" William asked, nodding.

"Found it, it's dead."

With a wave of his wand, he conjured a chair and sat not far from William.

"He was killed by Trenee Shad."

William bowed slightly, not too surprised.

Tranee stole the Goblet of Fire in order to stop Martell.

It's just that in the end, for some reason, he suddenly changed his plan and dropped the Goblet of Fire and put it on William.

She had a careful plan, and it was not surprising that she would be able to kill Martell in the end.

"Where's Tryne?"

"I was not lightly injured, but it has almost been healed, and now it is controlled by the Aurors."

Hewen thought that William, if not angry, would defend Treni and ask the Ministry of Magic to let her go.

Unexpectedly, the young man was very calm, and he didn't even owe the change in his expression. It doesn't seem like a serious matter.

In William's opinion, it is indeed not a serious matter. Not even his arm, severely numbed by Hermione's crush.

With him, Hawen couldn't really embarrass Trenee. The rest of the problem is nothing more than a quid pro quo.

Politics is all about compromise, and this phrase applies everywhere you put it.

Ha Wen did not speak immediately, but looked at the river in the distance.

It's hard to imagine that earlier, there was a Stonehenge here, besieging a white dragon.

But now the white dragon is gone, and it has been wiped out by the young wizard in front of him. Stonehenge also sank underwater.

Hewen said:

"Martel's influence in Italy is huge, and there is currently no evidence that he orchestrated the incident."

Hewen's words are right, Martell has been the secretary general for decades, and his influence is really strong.

But......

William touched Hermione's hair and said calmly:

"Need proof? What I am saying now is proof.

I said that Martell had awakened the white dragon beneath Venice, and that he was behind it.

Do you think people will believe it? ”

"Of course, you defeated the White Dragon and saved everyone. Now whatever you say, everyone will believe it. Ha Wen nodded.

At this moment, William seems to be the savior of Italy.

Politics is all about compromise, but wanting to compromise...... The key point is whether the status of the two sides is equal.

If it is not equal, the very strong side will naturally show thunderous means, and will not make so-called compromises and concessions at all.

William was influential, but that was in England. Located in Italy, his influence is almost nil.

His position is seriously unequal. To borrow a Goblet of Fire, you have to rely on Dumbledore's letters.

But after the White Dragon incident, William and the Italian Ministry of Magic were undoubtedly equal, and even slightly advantageous.

What he said, the wizards of Italy, would mostly choose to believe.

That's why Ha Wen came to William.

"William, if you were an Italian wizard, with your ability, you will definitely become the youngest minister."

"Someone said that last year."

"Clegane?" Hewen laughed.

William nodded, and suddenly said:

"I need a pardon...... Treenne's pardon. ”

"I'm ready." Ha Wen handed over a piece of paper.

"Tryne can leave at any time, no one will stop her, and no one will embarrass her."

"What do you need me to do?" William asked.

"Martell is a hero in the hearts of many Italian wizards, he can't fall, let alone have a scandal.

Otherwise, it will have a very bad impact and will also affect Italy's international reputation. ”

"Well, if someone interviewed me, I would say that Mr. Martell died heroically in the battle with the White Dragon." William said flatly.

Ha Wen looked at William appreciatively, and he found that talking to smart people was easy.

"But if I want to say that, an amnesty is not enough." William added, "I'm going to keep the Goblet of Fire." ”

What came to his hand, how could he return it. Not to mention that this is the Holy Grail!

"No way!" Ha Wen immediately objected.

The Goblet of Fire has been in Venice for seven hundred years, and although it is of little use, who would be afraid of antiques.

“…… Even if I give it to you, do you really dare to ask for it? William smirked.

"Is that white dragon really alive?" Hawen lowered his voice.

"Yes, I can't kill it." William nodded.

"If you look up the literature, you will find that seven hundred years ago, the white dragon flooded Sardinia."

"If you're not afraid of Rome, or if Florence is flooded again, you can leave the Goblet of Fire."

Ha Wen squinted, trying to think about the gains and losses.

"It's impossible to give it to you, but I can lend it to you for research."

"What do you mean?" William's eyebrows raised.

"In my capacity as Minister of Magic, I will issue an order." Hewen said.

"The Italian Ministry of Magic is going to lend the Goblet of Fire to Stark and Miss Granger for indefinite research.

All I ask is that you promise to return it during your lifetime. ”

"In my lifetime." William had a strange smile in his eyes, "I'm still young, so you probably have to wait." ”

Hewen shrugged, waiting for more than a hundred years at most.

Even the famous Nicol Mailer destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, how long will Stark live?

"By the way, congratulations to both of you." Hewen smiled and said:

"Awarded the Doge's Order of Venice, and the Italian Medal of Magic, 1st class."

William didn't make waves. This thing has been obtained more times, and he has not fluctuated at all.

Ha Wen smiled slightly. "Peace be with you."

With that, he got up and left.

William sat in his chair and looked out over the river. After a moment, he suddenly lowered his head.

Hermione was awake, but she didn't get up, still lying in her arms looking at his face in a daze.

William asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?" ”

Hermione got up, rubbed William's numb arm, and grinned, "Sleep well!" ”

"Wow, there's pasta, it's so delicious." She brought the noodles over and handed William a bowl.

"By the way, where are we going tonight?"

"Rome." William said.

Just then, a seagull flew over. It fluttered for a moment and dropped a letter.

"Where's the letter?" Hermione took a bite and poked her head over.

"I'll take a look at ......," William frowned.

"Albania!"

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