novelslam Chapter 518 Letter from Albania
Chapter 518 Letter from Albania
Chapter 518 Letter from Albania
Russell cried and shouted to see the Minister of Magic.
He is like an abandoned licking dog, unable to cry in the rain, watching the man he likes get into the car of the rich woman next door.
Crying is a sad one.
But the minister was extremely cold and refused to see him at all.
Who would dare arrest an Auror captain without Brynden Rivers' orders?
So there is no need to meet.Even if we meet, what can we say?
I will raise your wife?
That's too much love...a subordinate.
Russell's crime is also very particular: the attempted murder of Stark and Granger!
Russell felt wronged.
He was acting under the orders of the Secretary-General, which could have been entirely delegated to Martell.
Most importantly, he really wanted to kill Stark and Granger.
But this intention was not exposed at all.William was alone the whole time, beating up a group of Aurors!
In William's words: What?You still want to kill us?Why don't you feel anything? !
Therefore, Minister He Wen is also a master who can make use of the problem.
This is easy to understand.
Russell, the captain of the Auror, did not report to him such a big event in Venice.
That's the typical butt crooked, into Martell's shape.
How can this river be tolerated!
You first find an old man to green me, and you still cry when I get in the rich woman's car?
He resolutely took this opportunity to clean up a wave of subordinates, and then kill chickens and monkeys to deter a wave of political enemies.
Old politician.
However, William was too lazy to pay attention to this deep game.
To put it bluntly, what does Italy have to do with him?With this time, he would rather take a casual trip with Hermione.
But Venice is definitely not travelable.It's almost gone, with ruins everywhere.
So William and Hermione, who suddenly had nothing to do, snuggled up on a bench in St. Mark's Square and fed the pigeons.
There are a total of about 4 pigeons in Venice, one-third of which hang around St. Mark's Square.
There are so many that the government strictly prohibits tourists from feeding them.
But today is out of the ban, and most of the Muggles have been sent away.
There are wizards coming and going all around, and they are all doing the aftermath work.Although I really wanted to come over to strike up a conversation and ask for autographs by the way, no one dared to come and disturb me.
That is the hero of Venice, the savior of Italy!
When passing by, everyone held their breath carefully, for fear of disturbing the young wizards who seemed to be lovers.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded, and Minister He Wen walked over, with three servings of spaghetti floating beside him.
"Hungry, eat some noodles." Minister He Wen said enthusiastically like a kind elder, "I've been so busy that I haven't even eaten a bowl of noodles."
He did not eat one bowl, but five bowls of noodles.
William put his fingers around his mouth and hissed slightly.
Only then did He Wen notice that William was maintaining a strange posture.
Hermione lay in his arms, her slender shoulders moved slightly, her breath was long, and she fell asleep exhaustedly.
Minister He Wen lowered his voice, "It's really thanks to you two today, otherwise this city would be completely gone.
Go to Rome to rest at night, the Ministry of Magic has prepared a set of rooms for you and Miss Granger. "
A set of rooms?
William cast a deep glance at the Minister for Magic.
It's another spaghetti delivery, another set of rooms... No wonder he can be a minister, it's not without reason!
"Have you found Martell?" William asked with a nod.
"Found it, it's dead."
He Wen waved his wand and conjured up a chair, sitting not far from William.
"He was killed by Tyene Sand."
William nodded slightly, not too surprised.
Tyene stole the Goblet of Fire to stop Martell.
It's just that in the end, for some unknown reason, the plan was suddenly changed, and the Goblet of Fire was swapped and placed on William.
She made a careful plan, and it is not surprising that she can kill Martel in the end.
"Where's Tyene?"
"I suffered a serious injury, but it has been treated almost, and now it is under the control of the Auror."
Hewen thought that even if William was not angry, he would defend Tyene and ask the Ministry of Magic to let her go.
Unexpectedly, the young man was very calm, and he didn't even notice the change in his expression.It doesn't seem like it's a serious thing.
In William's view, it was indeed not a serious matter.Not even his arm, which was severely numb from Hermione's pressure.
With him around, Hewen couldn't really embarrass Tyene.The remaining problem is nothing more than exchange conditions.
Politics is compromise, and this saying applies everywhere.
He Wen didn't 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 was wiped out by the young wizard in front of him.Stonehenge is also submerged underwater.
He Wen said:
"Martel has great influence in Italy, and there is no evidence to prove that he planned this incident."
He Wen's words are correct. Martell has been the secretary-general for decades, and his influence is really strong.
but……
William stroked Hermione's hair and said calmly:
"Do you need evidence? What I say now is evidence.
I said that Martell awakened the white dragon under Venice, and he was the murderer behind the scenes.
Do you think people will believe it? "
"Of course, you defeated Bailong and saved everyone. Everyone will believe what you say now." He Wen nodded.
At this moment, William seemed to be the savior of Italy.
Politics is about compromise, but if you want to compromise...the key is whether the two parties are on the same level.
If there is no equality, the very strong side will naturally show thunderous means, and will not make so-called compromises and concessions at all.
William had influence, but that was in England.Based in Italy, his influence is almost nil.
His status is a serious inequality.To borrow a Goblet of Fire, you must rely on Dumbledore's letters.
But after the White Dragon incident, William and the Italian Ministry of Magic are undoubtedly equal, and even have a slight advantage.
Whatever he said, the wizards in Italy would choose to believe it.
That’s why He Wen came to find William.
"William, it would be great if you were an Italian wizard. With your ability, you will definitely become the youngest minister."
"That was said last year as well."
"Clegane?" He Wen asked with a smile.
William nodded, and suddenly said:
"I need an amnesty... Tyene's amnesty."
"I'm ready." He Wen handed over a piece of paper.
"Terene can leave at any time, no one will stop her, and no one will embarrass her."
"What do I need to do?" William asked.
"Martell is the hero in the hearts of many Italian wizards, he cannot fail, let alone have scandals.
Otherwise, it will have a very bad impact, and it will also affect Italy's international reputation. "
"Well, if someone interviews me, I will say that Mr. Martel died heroically in the battle with the white dragon." William said flatly.
He Wen looked at William appreciatively, and he found it easy to talk to smart people.
"However, if you want me to say this, an amnesty is not enough." William said again: "I want to keep the Goblet of Fire."
How could it be possible to return what was in his hand.Not to mention that this is the Holy Grail!
"No!" He Wen immediately objected.
The Goblet of Fire has been in Venice for 700 years. Although it is useless, who would think there are too many antiques.
"...Even if I give it to you, do you really dare to take it?" William smiled.
"Is that white dragon still alive?" He Wen lowered his voice.
"Yes, I can't kill it." William nodded.
"If you check the literature, you will find that the white dragon flooded Sardinia 700 years ago."
"If you are not afraid of Rome or Florence being flooded again, you can keep the Goblet of Fire."
He Wen squinted his eyes, thinking hard about 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 raised his eyebrows.
"As the Minister of Magic, I will issue an order." He Wen said.
"The Italian Ministry of Magic will lend the Goblet of Fire to Stark and Miss Granger for research indefinitely.
All I ask is that you promise to return it in your lifetime. "
"In my lifetime." William had a strange smile in his eyes, "I'm still young, so you probably have to wait."
He Wen shrugged, waiting for at most 100 years.
Even the famous Nicole Mailer destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone, how long can Stark live.
"By the way, congratulations to you two." He Wen said with a smile:
"Won the Order of the Governor of Venice and the Italian First Class Magic Medal."
William was unfazed.This thing has been obtained many times, and he has not fluctuated at all.
He Wen smiled slightly. "May peace be with you."
After saying that, he got up and left.
William sat in a chair, looking out over the river.After a while, he suddenly lowered his head.
Hermione had already woken up, but she didn't get up, she was still lying in her arms staring at his face in a daze.
William asked softly, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Hermione got up, rubbed William's numb arm, grinned brightly and said, "Sleep well!"
"Wow, there's pasta, it smells so good." She brought over the pasta and handed William a bowl.
"By the way, where are we going tonight?"
"Rome," William said.
Just then, a seagull flew over.It flew for a moment and dropped a letter.
"Where's the letter?" Hermione ate her mouth and looked over.
"Let me see..." William frowned.
"Albania!"
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