Thanks to the prosperity of the textile industry, the once Bologna River crisscrossed the city and became known as Little Venice.

However, after the world war, which was equally famous in the wizarding world and the Muggle world, most of the city's rivers passively crept underneath the city, leaving only some of them to give a glimpse of what was once Little Venice.

Sunlight shines on a sparkling, meandering river in the intricate university district of low-rise buildings.

In the sparse forests that support the river on both sides, there are many young men and women with heavy books in their arms, bathed in the light and shadow of Ban Ti, these Muggle teenagers are discussing something in groups of threes and fives, and the light laughter sometimes startles the flocks of birds.

"Where did you go to college, Amosta?"

Always walking along the river, Louise's sorrow in her heart, inspired by the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere of the forest, dissipated slightly, recalling the good school days, she saw that Amosta in front of her was also looking at those students, and asked curiously.

"Huh?"

Amosta blinked, a little caught off guard.

"University--"

Louise said in an emphatic tone, she tilted her head to look at his side face, the fair complexion and the degree of delicacy made it not difficult to judge that Amosta was very young, but this man's calm personality and deep eyes would always make people subconsciously treat him as an 'old antique',

"I'm guessing you've graduated no more than three years ago, haven't you?"

"Ahh

Knowing that such an answer was unsatisfactory, Amosta pursed his lips, his eyes swept over the high-spirited faces in the forest, and said with a little emotion,

"Busy at work. So much so that I barely had the time and energy to reminisce about the good things of my student days—"

Kingsley, who was in the lead, seemed to feel something, and there was a slight pause in his footsteps, and Louise was keenly aware of this, she seemed to sound something, and her curious gaze kept shifting between the back of the heads of the two men in front of her.

"Speaking of—"

Louise raised an eyebrow,

"Amosta- and Kingsley, you're part of a government department, but you seem to be very different in age - that's unusual, especially in government, Amosta, how did you get into Kingsley's boss, hmm. Let me guess, Brian, I did hear of a high-ranking official in Downing Street."

Louise guessed slowly, looking at Amosta's expression, hoping to spot any clues from his expression.

"There's no one possibility, Louise--"

Amosta smiled calmly and looked ahead, and there was no flaw in his smile, "Is it because of my excellent work?" ”

"Excellent at work? In the government sector? Hmph—"

As if remembering some bad memory, Louise snorted contemptuously.

Louise is intrigued by this question, and she uses some words to figure out why Amosta is King's boss, and she hopes to anchor them to their true identity through these questions.

But in the face of Amosta and Kingsley, her professional skills are not enough to support her to accomplish her goals, far from enough.

After a while, she was induced to tell a lot of information about herself without asking anything, and by the time Louise came back to her senses and said too much, she had followed Kingsley to a desolate area where no one was around.

The river that always accompanied it gradually shrank into a trickle, and eventually, it sank into the underground under a gray brick arch bridge, and on the other side of the arch bridge, the river channel was piled up with silt and rotting leaves.

On the other side of the riverbank, there is a monastery built of red brick, but the broken frame with windows is detached from the main building.

The monastery faced them, with withered vines on its walls, mud-soaked corners full of signs of mold corrosion, and at the top of the building was a white-domed, openwork bell tower bearing a gilded cross.

By all indications, the old monastery no longer fulfills its former duties, and is now presumably a haven for rats in the gutter.

"This is the current residence of Onisto Pastore, Mr. Bryan—" Kingsley stopped in front of the arch bridge and turned to look at Amosta, who was surveying the abbey,

"And his daughter, Valeria Pastore, was the only one who disappeared before the dissolution of the magical society - the student Before his daughter's accident, Onisto Pastore ran a well-known leather boot workshop, the factory, and he himself seems to be a funder of that interest society--"

Kingsley paused in his tone, and then continued,

"--According to what I have heard, after his daughter disappeared, Pastore had no intention of running his own factory, and he quickly sold all the companies in his name, and according to those who knew him, he also sold his house, his car, and finally, donated a large sum of money to charity, and then chose to live on the streets—"

For some reason, Amosta was not only not touched by this story at all, but instead flashed a cold color in his dreamy lilac eyes in the sunlight.

"I didn't expect it at all--"

Louise blew her nose heavily, and said with both sadness and anger,

"The first time I came here, it was in the basement where Valeria took me to Frazier, and it was a very beautiful and cheerful girl, and besides, she was also a member of the Magical Research Society, and besides being reluctant to talk to me about the society, Valeria was very talkative, because of her, I had a different opinion of the society that Frazier was a member of—"

Amosta didn't comment too much on the matter, he stared at the forgotten monastery in the middle of the grass, his penetrating gaze scanning the mottled courtyard walls, scanning the situation.

"Let's go in and say hello—"

Amosta said lightly, and then, he took the lead and walked past Kingsley, towards the monastery.

The weeds in the courtyard inside the courtyard walls are a little more vigorous than those outside the walls, and these weeds have torn apart the stone bricks that were originally laid in the courtyard, and the small half of the courtyard has been turned into a 'pond' full of rancid silt due to the silting of the sewer mouth.

Although the sun was still shining, Louise shuddered a few times as soon as she stepped inside, and although the sky was cloudless, her vision was clouded with a strange cloud.

"Mr. Blaine..."

The colourful stickers on the shattered glass windows of the ruined church have not yet fully faded, and the scattered colored light in the sunlight reflects on the intruders, silently telling the story of the prosperity of the place.

Even Kingsley frowned at the coldness in the air, and he lowered his head and whispered.

"Obviously—"

Stunned, Amosta was not in a hurry to explore the monastery, he stood behind the door of the decaying ground, closed his eyes and felt something carefully, listened to the wailing in the wind, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes,

"I guess it must be scary at night—"

Louise didn't understand Amosta's allusions, she frowned, and scanned back and forth.

"I don't understand--" Louise said confusedly, "why live here unless he's crazy?" ”

"Maybe he's really insane, this Mr. Pastore—"

Amosta shook his head slightly, and instead of breaking into the main hall to pay homage to the god on the cross, or searching room by room, he walked briskly down the corridor to the backyard of the monastery.

Standing in the middle of a field of grass is a snow-white building. It was, and it is just as dilapidated. I don't know what the purpose of this small round spire was once used, and the thick brick walls looked like a confinement chamber or prison except for a small square window seven or eight feet above the ground.

"Where is he?"

Ginsley's low voice was wary, and he spotted a series of crooked footprints on the ground leading from the end of the hallway to the sun-drenched but still blackened doorway of the building. For some reason, Kingsley felt the urge to pull out his wand, but he resisted the urge to do so by glancing at Louise, who was also a little cowering at the breath of the hole.

"Let's go, let's pay a visit to Paz. Oh, I'm not sure if it's him, but he's supposed to be the 'master' here--"

Amosta said calmly.

Boom!

And just as he took the step, there was a heavy knocking sound in the building, which was the footsteps of Amosta that had just taken and froze.

Louise's expression suddenly became terrifying, and in a very short time, she chose the one of the two who gave her more security - she leaned behind Amosta and tugged at his sleeve.

Knock, knock, knock!

The dull percussion sounded faster and more frenzied, and the person making the sound seemed to be desperate to do something.

"Let's go--"

In Amosta's lilac eyes, the swirls slowly turned like millstones, and he said something that confused both Louise and Kingsley,

"Let's go and help him"

(End of chapter)