I can't believe that one day I would have the leisure time to think about a cup of tea, whether to put one piece of sugar or two.

Mr. Aubo Benny watched happily as the tea poured out before his eyes. The sugar cube gradually melted and collapsed, the corners of his mouth cracked slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a happy chuckle.

With nowhere to escape from the last bit of sugar left, it finally fell into the dark tea soup.

"It's finally liberating." He said happily.

On the table, a notebook, a half-written letter, a quill pen, and half a bottle of ink.

A delightful city.

India – Mumbai.

The British Ministry of Magic has built this place well, and although it is now independent, you can still see the shadow of Britain everywhere here.

Mr. Aubo Benny does not feel at all in a foreign country.

Restrained the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He took a sip of his tea.

"Hmmm—a little sweet."

"Sure enough, it's more appropriate to put sugar on a piece."

Putting down the teacup, he slowly picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink, and continued to finish the half-written letter.

"—The most bizarre thing I've seen in half a month is a mountain.

We found it in a dense wood, and I wondered at the time, because the day before, there was no such thing as a hill ten feet high in that wood, and although I was about to put on my glasses because of my hard work in the past few years, believe me, a mountain, I can still see clearly.

We went to look at it, and at first it looked like a normal rock, but then I saw it...... A face! I really wanted to go over and say hello, but I felt like I would be trampled by it if I got too close.

Can the rest of my colleagues from the International Council for the Preservation of Wizards' Monuments attest to what I said - by the way, is this the name of our department sure? Don't you think it's too long? I really don't know what Secretary General Sepheth Kamar thinks, but seriously Remus, are you sure we don't change the name?

- To get back to business, it's not actually a mountain, and if you think about it, you know that it's definitely not - Uther said that there are magical creatures like mountain spirits in Daming, but that mountain is not, it seems to be the petrified body of some wizard, and we found an ancient hammer on the top of the mountain, in addition to the remains of a minaret, and an ancient hammer, which Uthers says could be Thor's hammer, haha- Of course I don't believe it.

We didn't find anything in the remains of the obelisk, and unlike the one in Brazil, the one in India seems to have really been eroded by time. The ancient runes on the surface of the walls were almost indiscernible and littered with broken rubble, and in the center of the ruins, we found traces of magic, as if someone had fought here, and thankfully, after Uthers' confirmation, the traces were neither hundreds of thousands of years ago nor recent—thankfully the Death Eaters had never come, and I was afraid that the Death Eaters had already taken the lead when I saw them.

Uthers said that the traces of magic were from more than twenty years ago, which was not good news, and that it was a sign that someone had been searching the world for these ancient ruins for more than twenty years.

Lord Dumbledore said that these obelisks contained powers from the ancients, and hoped that the Federation would be able to eat the Death Disciples before they were taken, protecting and removing them. But it seems that we are too late to act, and if there is any ancient power buried under the rubble, then I can guarantee that it was taken decades ago.

Now our job is easier.

After making sure that there was no danger around, the excavations were mainly focused on conservation and investigation, and for a week, there were no accidents, no traps and curses encountered in the excavation of the pyramids.

It's so safe – I wish this work could continue.

By the way, about the obelisk in Australia, Basil Pierre led the team and said that it had been found, but unfortunately their one is also in ruins, and there is nothing of value at all, and he will write to you to report the specific situation.

That's it - it may take a long time to excavate, and the runiwen inscriptions found from the ruins will also take time to decipher, and Yuses is a two-knife knife, and he only recognizes a few dozen of the hundreds of words on the inscriptions, and if the Federation has a better runivan expert, please send one to help us.

And finally, may Merlin bless you!

May there be peace in the world! ”

Mr. Obo Benny stopped writing.

Raise your head and look into the distance.

The sea, the beach, the holidays!

Everything he had been dreaming of had finally arrived!

Haha - he finally got rid of the heavy work of the Ministry of Magic, finally got rid of the search for the Order of the Phoenix, and sure enough, joining the excavation committee was the best choice he had ever made.

"Hey, hey—I should have made Uther slower, preferably for seven or eight years—haha!"

Mr. Obbo Benny laughed, then got up, put the letter away again, and headed straight for the sea.

——————

"Click!!"

"Boom !!"

The endless thunder and lightning made Monsieur Basil Pierre, who was already depressed, even more depressed.

If he knew what kind of happy life Mr. Obo Benny was living at this time, he would definitely go crazy with jealousy on the spot.

He is now located in a pure wizarding town in the southeast of the Tasman Peninsula in Australia.

His name is Tassie.

Abandoned old houses, dilapidated houses, crowded together in an orderly manner.

Even in the most prosperous center of town, during the day, it is still lifeless and sparsely populated.

This is Tassie.

Of course, if you see all of the above, it can only mean that you have not come at the right time.

As a famous blood port, it is naturally impossible for valuable things to grow in the local scorched and scorched land.

Harbor – everything of value is in the sea!

"Again!" Mr. Basil-Pierre covered his nose with a perfumed-stained face cloth.

Then walk briskly back to the hotel from the outside.

And then - a foul smell swept through here.

It's like getting punched in the stomach, and you can't get out of breath and can't open your sails.

That stench can always drill deep and make you feel like you'll never get rid of it.

It was the violently salty smell of the sea beast Leviathan after it was disemboweled.

Leviathan – The name means "something coiled up". As its name suggests, it is a huge snake capable of overturning large ships with ease.

Its intestines were thick enough to hold a person, and the rest of the water was sticking to the cobblestone pavement for several weeks.

In addition to sea beasts, there are also bird droppings left behind by tens of thousands of stolen seabirds, a stench that makes even the most serious of the taste vomit to the bottom of the stomach.

Yes, it stinks, but wizards love what it represents.

The stench signifies prosperity, it signifies a full load, it signifies the great wealth that the sea beasts bring.

When the waves are stained with blood, it means that people have money in their pockets.

Leviathan – A legendary magical creature.

His blood, a gallon can be sold for fifty gallons.

Its skin, bones, internal organs, and even feces are extremely precious magical materials.

And the Leviathan, on the other hand, is huge—each of them is a walking Galleon.

This is how the town was born. It benefits from its unique location, which is an excellent place to catch this creature that only lives in the ocean.

There is also a reason for the town's dilapidation, after all, the sailors do not live here, and the wizards leave each year after the winter fishing season is over.

"Whew-"

Taking a deep breath of clean air, Monsieur Basil-Pierre stayed in his room, looking out the window at the revelry of the seaside.

He was a little disgusted – but he had no intention of blaming the locals.

Each place has its own way of survival.

The smell of prosperity always has a fishy smell.

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.

Mr. Basil Pierre turned to open the door.

"Is that you?" The presence of people outside the door surprised him greatly.

Once they were colleagues.

But the relationship ended three years ago.

Because before the third grade, Swan Rozier, the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards at the time, fell.

Later, she heard that the other party had returned to her hometown.

I didn't expect to meet here.

"Relevant experience - what a harmful thing." The person who came spoke fluent English and even had a London accent, "I'm on vacation." ”

She walked straight in.

Sit down on the couch by yourself.

Monsieur Basil-Pierre understood everything at once.

After he asked the Federation for support, Dumbledore must have used some means to ask the Ministry of Magic for help from the Far East, and they sent her with experience in the Federation.

After the fall of Vice President Swan Rozier a few years ago, he was ordered to send Rozier's family tree to a Rozier descendant who was studying at Hogwarts.

That's when he came into contact with Dumbledore.

He is not the man of Vice President Swan Rozier.

It was because it wasn't that he was able to deliver the things to Owen safely, and if it was her man, Dumbledore probably wouldn't have allowed him to enter the castle.

"I heard you're back home. What do you think? What are you doing now? Monsieur Basil Pierre waved his wand, and the teapot on the table floated to pour tea into two cups.

He walked towards the armchair by the window.

He sat down, picked up his teacup and said, "The Federation is different now, President Dumbledore is in charge, Grindelwald is back, and the mysterious man is resurrected—uh—maybe you can come back?" ”

His eyes burned as he looked at the girl in front of him.

It was a tall, proud-looking girl.

Her long black hair fell naturally, and the slight wavy curls added a bit of laziness and casualness to her.

The ends of his hair fluttered slightly, and his black eyes had a little eccentric agility.

She always wears a simple pair of silver earrings, which were given to her by her teacher as a magic weapon.

He wears a blue plaid suit with a white shirt underneath.

The cut of the suit is very form-fitting and accentuates the lines of her figure.

The bottom body is a dark blue baggy trousers, and a pair of black high heels.

She looked to be in her twenties. The skin is delicate, the facial features are exquisite, the whole body is full of an elegant temperament, and he also holds a folding fan in his hand.

"Hmph-" the girl snorted, her black eyes falling on the man, "It's a bit of trouble when you hear it, what's the matter?" Basil? Are you trying to pull me into the water? ”

"Those who can work harder." Mister Pierre smiled unnaturally, "You are a famous genius wizard, and after a few years of training, you will definitely become a legendary wizard like President Dumbledore." ”

"No need." The girl held the folding fan and gently touched the tea in her hand, and after a while, a cool feeling gushed out, and the temperature of the tea suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, "There are enough genius wizards now."

And—" she took a sip of tea, "I'm good to be a professor at Taixue in Chang'an." ”

"Chang'an Taixue? Professor? ”

"Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor." The girl explained.

"Master's consent? That's pretty good. Monsieur Pierre said with regret.

"Alright, let's get down to business! I want to go back this morning and enjoy my vacation. ”

"Well—" Monsieur Pierre nodded, and then began, "the excavation of the obelisk has begun, and the location is near this island. So far, we have found nothing. It's as if it's just a ruin. ”

"Bad news." Hearing this, the girl frowned slightly, "It seems that what the master was worried about has happened—well—and it's really a troublesome thing." ”

"There's some weird area over there, and we're going to do a reconnaissance."

"So you applied for support? Are you not sure? ”

"Think Brazil and Italy." Monsieur Pierre rolled his eyes, "Who dares to say that they can get it right?" ”

"Where's the local Ministry of Magic?" The girl asked again.

"Australia? They are only willing to take care of the island's concealment and safety, and are indifferent to the dangers in the sea and do not want to provide any help. ”

"It's normal – they just don't want to take responsibility." The girl said, "Well, now that you've decided, when to go." ”

Mr. Pierre paused for a moment and took another sip of tea, "Don't worry, our support hasn't arrived yet." Blake is still on the way, Winston is in France, Roy's American affairs are not done yet, maybe he will come, well—a few more are probably due tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. ”

"So I'm the first?" The girl raised an eyebrow and said rather unpleasantly, "Okay then—I'll go to Melbourne." ”

"Uh-" Monsieur Pierre hurriedly put down the teacup, and then quickly got up, "Together?" ”

"Basil Pierre?" The girl narrowed her eyes and looked at him vigilantly, "You don't think anything wrong about this girl!" ”

“.” Monsieur Pierre was speechless for a moment, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, his eyes looked away in a panic, "I-no-I just-"

"No?" The girl smiled, like a purple and red flower, and waved the folding fan in her hand slightly, her eyes revealing a strange gaze, "Mmmm-it seems that I really have no charm at all, and I can't even pry Mr. Pierre's little room." ”

“.”

A sense of familiarity rises abruptly.

He felt a little hot, and his head couldn't stop thinking back to those scenes from three years ago.

"Alright—come back to your senses—don't let me know what you're thinking." The girl retracted her smile and said casually, "Let's go, let's go." ”

"Let's talk on the road."

"Okay." Mr. Pierre answered, and the two men left the inn, the town, and the apparition to Melbourne.

The glimmer of the morning light gradually brightened the sky, and the city awoke from its slumber.

The outlines of the high-rise buildings gradually become clear in the morning light, and the glass curtain walls reflect the brilliant light, like countless small suns beating.

Pedestrians began to rush as they weaved through the streets, creating a rush hour. Young office workers, carrying briefcases and neat suits, are part of the big machine of the city, each doing their job. There was a hint of exhaustion on their faces and no hope in their eyes.

The two emerged from a statue.

Then take a stroll through the streets of Melbourne.

"Zhang—"

"Xiao Lin—" said Monsieur Pierre, "do you really not think about the work of the Federation?" It's not what it used to be. After the fall of Swan Rozier, the federation was much 'cleaner'. Besides, you have blood relatives in England."

"What? So you want me to go back? The corners of Zhang Xiaolin's mouth hooked up a subtle arc.

"Of course - we all need you." He said with some eagerness.

"Well—look at it again." The girl shook her hair and said proudly. The black eyes fell on Pierre's body, slightly revealing a hint of hatred for iron but not steel.

Two steps on foot.

She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, before I came, I heard that there had been an accident in the excavation work in India in the past two days. ”

"Accident?"

"Something has crept into our territory."

"So what? What are you going to do with it? ”

"We don't have to worry about it, thanks to Gilderoy Lockhart's writings, every year wizards smuggle in across the border."

The Himalayas are because of the existence of such creatures as the Yeti.

It was a magical creature that could reach over fifteen feet tall and was covered in snow-white hair, possibly connected to a troll.

Every year, there are expeditions by expeditions.

Some of them are legitimate, and some of them are evil.

Gilderoy Lockhart's A Year with the Himalayan Yeti leads to an irritating spike in the number of such wizarding adventures every year.

"Lockhart is dead." Monsieur Pierre said calmly.

"But his influence is still there." "In order to study and investigate the snowman, the International Federation of Wizards has established a permanent research station here, and a national special team is stationed in cooperation with the Ministry of Magic of the Ming Dynasty. They should be able to handle this, but it's mostly a matter of digging teams, they haven't done a good job of hiding in advance, and now wizards throughout Southeast Asia know that there is an ancient magic relic there. ”

"The work of concealment is the responsibility of the local Ministry of Magic, and we don't have enough people." "That's why I'm applying for support," said Mister Pierre, "and besides, it's only natural that an ancient magical relic be discovered in the Far East." ”

"That land has a long history."

"It's mainly causing us trouble." The witch looked unhappy, "It's also a warning that we need to be more meticulous in our excavations." ”

"I'll take notice." Monsieur Pierre nodded.

(End of chapter)