True Fans Have Always Been...
"William, I didn't mean it, really!"
Hermione held her wand, the tip of which emitted hot air, causing William's wet hair to flutter backward.
William didn't speak, letting the girl play with her hair, his gaze fixed on the book in his hands.
Seeing that the boy ignored her, she deliberately increased the wind speed and apologized again:
"William, I didn't mean it, really!"
William finally looked up from his book and glanced at it.
Hermione quickly grinned, a cute smile curving her lips, trying to get away with it.
"Yes, someone certainly didn't do it on purpose." William remained unmoved.
"He sailed the boat himself, covering seven or eight nautical miles, before realizing I was missing... I cried out until my throat was hoarse, but no one paid any attention. And I was left all alone in the water..."
"Sorry, it's my first time sailing, I'm just a little excited."
Hermione pouted and looked at William pitifully, as if begging for his forgiveness.
William stared blankly for a moment, then straightened his face and turned his gaze back to the book.
Hermione suddenly stood up, wand in hand, wielding it with the imposing air of a steel pipe.
William was startled. "Hermione, impulsiveness is the devil! What are you trying to do?"
He thought Hermione was trying to curse him.
"Or, I can jump into the water now, and you can sail away seven or eight nautical miles..."
She stood barefoot on the wooden plank, her eyes darting around, and said:
"No, it's only seven or eight meters away. You can come back to pick me up then, and then we'll barely be even."
As Hermione spoke, she loosened the first button of her collar, preparing to take off her dry clothes to prevent them from getting wet.
William stared intently at her, then swiftly tossed the book onto the wooden board, blinked, and said, "Okay!"
Hermione unbuttoned the second button, grinned, and quickly buttoned it back up.
I'm not jumping anymore.
"Um?!"
"I'm not jumping... the water's too cold." Hermione grinned triumphantly. "So, give up on that idea."
William rolled his eyes at her, thinking what a waste of his feelings.
He was about to pick up the book again, but Hermione was faster; with a powerful kick, she sent the book flying into the cabin with the back of her foot.
"Is the book that good?!" she asked, hands on her hips, looking down at him.
William swallowed back the word "um" and said decisively, "You're prettier!"
Hermione nodded in satisfaction and sat down beside him, hugging her knees.
William raised his hand and tapped her forehead.
The girl tilted her head, took his hand, rubbed it against her face, and then placed it on her knee.
Hermione rested her chin on the boy's hand, a gentle breeze caressing her face, and a smile played on her lips.
What are we having for lunch?
What would you like to eat? I brought a lot of Italy food.
"Then let's Italy, it tastes pretty good!"
A wooden plank was placed above their heads to protect them from the wind and rain. The small boat drifted with the current.
After an unknown amount of time, William suddenly turned his head and looked at the distant mist on the sea.
Hermione followed her gaze but saw nothing. She asked warily, "Are the Auror here again?"
"It doesn't seem so."
A moment later, a gondola emerged from the fog.
William saw a young witch sailing alone towards him; she was dressed as Pucey and wore a plague mask on her face.
The mask was long, with a pale, ashen face, cold, deathly eyes, and a long, hooked nose.
Hermione was startled by the sight of this witch appearing in this way.
She observed for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "It's Nymeria?!"
"It's her." William nodded, recognizing the witch as well.
When the two arrived at St Mark's Basilica, it was Nymeria at the entrance who led them into the Ministry of Magic Division.
The witch removed her mask, revealing Nymeria's face.
Her face was terribly pale, and before she had even gotten close enough, she said urgently, "Mr. Stark, I need to speak with you."
Normally, William would probably listen, but now that they'd just shaken off the Auror, how did this witch find them?
Not only Nymeria, but since yesterday, the Italy Auror have been able to consistently pinpoint their location.
Do they also have the BeiDou System?
There's something strange about this.
William's expression suddenly turned cold, and he asked, "How did you find us?"
Before the witch could answer, Hermione, who had been pondering for a moment, instantly realized what was going on and whispered, "It's a mask!"
William's expression turned grim as he took a pair of masks from the Safety Watch.
One is a "Bauta" mask with a triangular chin; the other is a Mureta mask that does not require ties.
This is a small gift she gave me when I met Nymeria.
William cast a detection spell, and after a moment, he nodded.
"A very subtle attraction spell was cast on the mask; it wouldn't be noticeable unless you looked closely."
I was careless!
It's not William's fault for being careless; the two of them were just there to attend International Confederation of Wizards.
The Ministry of Ministry of Magic staff who guided them gave them a common local Venice mask as a souvenir... This was perfectly normal.
No normal person would be suspicious, and would even carefully examine the two small gifts.
That's not the style of an ordinary person, that's Mad-Eye Moody!
At the time, Nymeria claimed to be a fan and asked William and Hermione for autographs.
really...
Fake fans – Daphne.
Like Du Wei, she borrowed money to buy William's products, stalked and followed him, and wanted to date him... but her real purpose was to lust after William's body!
A true fan – Nymeria.
They're incredibly enthusiastic about asking for autographs, but behind your back they're constantly stabbing you in the back!
Those who claim to be true fans are always prepared to betray you!
Therefore, the time loop is not invincible. It may allow you to increase your strength quickly, but there are many things you need to learn through interaction with others.
Tom taught William to always be wary of incompetent teammates.
Nymeria, however, demonstrated through her actions that he shouldn't accept gifts indiscriminately.
Even if you accept it, you should still check it to see if it contains any tracking magic.
Now that this has been determined...
With a snap, William vanished into thin air, his Apparition behind Nymeria.
The woman was exceptionally skilled; she immediately raised her wand and thrust it backward.
Unexpectedly, William was even faster. With just a wave of his wand, Nymeria was struck as if by a heavy blow, staggering and collapsing to the ground.
With a gentle tap of William's wand, Nymeria, whose forehead had been struck hard, slid sideways off the gondola and plunged into the lake, becoming completely soaked.
William stood by the boat, fiddling with his wand, pointing it at the Pucey woman.
Nymeria crossed her arms and vomited a mouthful of blood, clearly not expecting the battle to end so quickly.
The gap is too big.
She was completely defenseless!
Nymeria, devoid of her previous energy, said dejectedly, "You can kill me anytime you want, but please save Trene."
"Trene, do you know her?" Hermione asked hastily.
William said in a daze, "So... you're Trene's sister?"
Trene mentioned last night that she has a sister with whom she has a distant relationship; and a father she hasn't seen in a long time who is dying.
Nymeria clutched her chest with both hands, her face deathly pale, and nodded fearfully.
"What happened to Trene?" Hermione asked with concern.
Nymeria pulled a soaking wet newspaper from her bosom.
She said in a trembling voice, "This is this morning's newspaper."
The title is simple:
The Ministry of Magic has arrested Trene Sand, the wizard who stole the Goblet of Fire, Mr. Stark and Miss Granger have been declared innocent.
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