You Pervert, Where Are You Looking?!

After dinner, Hermione was called to the study by Bagshot, who seemed to have something important to give her.

William then went with Trene to repair the little wrecked boat.

Calling it a dilapidated little ship is an exaggeration. The Doragon is still usable, but the outer hull is so badly damaged that it looks rather pitiful.

William sat at the bow of the boat, sketching on parchment.

"What are you writing?" Trene bent down and peered over.

"A defensive spell." William twirled his quill.

"Very complex magic, written in Ancient Runes script. The Hogwarts Express has this kind of protection. It can even withstand attacks from Thunderbird."

"That's amazing?!"

Trene stared intently, seemingly preparing to secretly learn something.

However, the densely packed text was really off-putting, giving her a bit of a headache.

"No, the more I watch, the sleepier I get." She yawned and plopped down next to William.

She raised her chin again, asking curiously, "How did you do that?"

"It takes accumulated learning over time, and of course, a bit of talent too," William said with a smile.

"With your talent for languages, learning this should be easy for you."

His tendency to lecture kicked in, "Look, Ancient Runes is very simple, you just need to..."

"I meant... how does your quill spin?" Trene interrupted.

So, after all that talking, your attention was completely drawn to the quill pen, sister?

William looked somewhat melancholy.

Hermione is so much better... The two of them can talk about this all night long without getting sleepy.

His hand speed increased, and the quill pen spun and jumped in a fancy pattern on his fingertips.

"That's not easy either; the technique for pen spinning lies in..."

Trene had already used her wand to conjure a quill and was quickly teaching herself.

A minute later, her skills were even more proficient William's.

Trene glanced over smugly.

William was somewhat hurt in his pride and decided to ignore her and continue drawing the spell.

"Should we add all of these?" Trene asked.

"Of course, if we're going to make radical changes, we should go all the way," William said excitedly.

"Once the defense system is in place, we'll go find Mr. Weasley to design a flight structure. He's an expert in that area."

I'll get you an invisibility device too..."

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Let's wrap things up early and go back to sleep." William climbed into the cabin.

Trene followed her inside, lifted the deck, and pulled out a large number of Muggle tools, preparing to repair the engine.

It's fine to sit quietly in the Doragon, but when two people are working inside, the ship seems particularly small.

"Why don't you use the Undetectable Extension Charm to expand the ship?" William asked, waving his wand.

Well...

"You don't even know the Undetectable Extension Charm, do you?" William teased.

In this day and age, are there still wizards who can't use the Undetectable Extension Charm?

In Newt Scamander's words, "The thing I'm worst at is the Undetectable Extension Charm."

If she's this good even in areas she's not good at, how amazing must she be in her areas of expertise?

An ordinary person would probably think Newt is bragging, but William knows he isn't.

Because Newt's greatest strength lies in Fantastic Beasts.

How powerful is he?

By simply tasting the feces, one can determine what kind of animal it is, what food it ate, and whether it had diarrhea.

See? That's what you call professional!

In the realm of Fantastic Beasts, William would call him the strongest!

"Who doesn't know how... I'm just not skilled enough!" Trene argued, and with a sudden burst of strength, broke the engine's fan off.

It's actually quite normal that she doesn't know how.

The Undetectable Extension Charm is a high-level spell, and most wizards don't know it. Otherwise, Akali's Mystery Shop rings wouldn't be selling so well.

Trene skillfully changed the engine, and then returned to the bow of the boat so as not to get in the way.

She moved a chair over, sat down, crossed her legs, and watched William cast the spell.

She didn't use an umbrella; the raindrops fell on her leather jacket and then rolled down as droplets.

"Are you planning to continue your search for the Goblet of Fire tomorrow?" Trene asked.

"Yes, without it, there's no way to stop that dragon," William said without turning his head.

"There are only about a dozen suspected tombs. If all goes well, we can check them all in two days."

"Can I take a look at the fake Goblet of Fire?" Trene asked with interest. "I've never seen one up close before."

William took the box out of the Safety Watch and tossed it over.

"Who do you think stole it?" She opened the lid, making a creaking sound.

"If I had known, I would have arrested him by now." William rolled his eyes.

"Hermione and I both suspect Martell; he's the most suspicious, and he even has a warrant for our arrest!"

William was waiting for Trene to join him in criticizing Martell, but she changed the subject again.

"You and Hermione are wanted by the police. Will your parents be worried when they find out?"

"Probably not," William pondered. "Anyway, it's not the first time. Besides, they don't read Italy newspapers."

"How lovely..." Trene placed the wooden goblet into the old wooden box and gently closed the lid.

"And you... aren't your family worried about you staying out all night like this?"

"I?"

Trene placed the box on the deck. She got up and lay down, resting her head on the wooden box, letting the rain patter against her shapely body.

I have a younger sister, but we're not very close. I have a father, but I haven't seen him in a long time... he's probably dying.

So they won't worry about me.

The two remained silent for a long time.

There wasn't much to see in the rainy night. She looked at the sky and finally spoke:

"This is all over. I'm coming to the United Kingdom to see you guys. I haven't watched the Quidditch World Cup yet, but I don't have a ticket..."

William stepped out of the cabin and, understanding, said, "I'll help you."

"Thanks!" Trene winked and said matter-of-factly, "Using the ticket to offset the boat fare is a very reasonable deal."

She stood up and returned the wooden box to William.

"You and Hermione will definitely find the real Goblet of Fire. I'm a little sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."

After saying that, she jumped off the boat, got up, and went back to the house.

Her long, slender legs, encased in tight leather pants, accentuated her graceful figure.

William held the wooden box, simply watching her retreating figure without saying a word.

It was more than an hour later when the gondola was basically repaired.

William took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and then opened the door to go back to his room.

Unsurprisingly, Hermione was there too.

She was wearing a pink slip dress, sitting cross-legged on the bed, organizing a huge pile of documents.

"These are all notes given to me by Mrs. Bagshot!"

Hermione was very excited and stretched happily, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

At fifteen, her development was fairly normal; she was finally showing some curves, and some areas were no longer completely flat.

Although it can't compare to those mountain peaks, the hills are still manageable to climb.

Hermione suddenly followed the guy's gaze and looked down, and sure enough, it was right at her collar!

Enraged, she retorted, "You pervert, where are you looking?!"

William sat down on the bed and shamelessly asked, "Is it illegal?"

"... You... so self-righteous... and who did you secretly look at?!"

William rolled his eyes, took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked down at the important notes.

Hermione hugged her pillow, rolled over comfortably, and then lifted her leg, intending to take the opportunity to give him a light kick.

Consider it revenge for him spying on others!

William reached out to block Hermione's leg, and the girl tried to pull away. He immediately grabbed her smooth calf and tickled her sole.

Hermione collapsed onto the bed, her face flushed red from the tickling sensation, and she begged softly for mercy.

William tickled her twice more before releasing her leg. She didn't pull it back, but placed it on the boy's lap.

Hermione's tousled hair fell over her bare shoulders. With her back turned, she half-turned her head and glared at him resentfully.

William casually ignored the harmless look in his eyes and asked with a smile, "Did you find anything?"

"No!"

Even so, Hermione still tossed her a document she considered important.

When William opened it, he found that Hermione had marked a certain spot with a red pen.

In September 1289, Italy was hit by a sudden downpour. An investigation by the International Confederation of Wizards revealed that this was a malicious act orchestrated by a group of wizards on Sardinia.

The International Confederation of Wizards in 1289 held an emergency discussion on this issue...

In 1289, the Doge of Venice, Dandolo, had been dead for decades, and the Holy Grail had already entered Italy.

Given this point in time and the current situation... it's clear that the Sardinia wizards of that time did something with the Holy Grail.

It seems that one of the dragons emerged from that time.

So the dragon isn't in Venice, but in Sardinia?!

It was the middle of the night.

The house was quiet.

A woman dressed entirely in black leather quietly opened the door.

She looked up and saw that the light in William's room had finally been turned off. She stood there, listening intently for a moment.

The two of them were probably already asleep.

She tiptoed out of the small building and jumped onto the gondola.

She stroked the bow for a moment, then lifted the elegant decoration protruding from it.

This is a unique decoration of the gondola, shaped like a sickle with six serrations representing the six districts of Venice, while its rectangular blade is the distinctive headdress of the Doge of Venice.

She pulled a wooden wine glass from a dark compartment.

She turned and looked at the small building, gazing at it for a long time. Then she swallowed the Gillyweed, jumped into the canal, and splashed water.

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