The Land of Prophecy

Are you sure you want to take Veritaserum?

Standing at the bow, William rested his elbow on the mast and gently tapped the mast with his other hand.

"I don't need it, would you believe me?" Nymeria slumped onto the wooden plank, her expression sorrowful.

William glanced at the woman in surprise... she was certainly decisive.

Nymeria was right; William and Hermione wouldn't believe anything she said now.

William longed to use Legilimency, but he had never practiced it in a time loop.

After leaving the loop, I studied on my own for two years and was able to put it into practice, but my skills were not up to par.

Moreover, Legilimency is not a panacea, and it is easy to be deceived by a master of Occlumency.

Veritaserum is the only safe option.

Since Nymeria offered the Veritaserum, it saved us a lot of trouble and agonizing.

He flipped his left hand over, revealing a small, transparent bottle.

Nymeria took it without hesitation, tilted her head back and poured it into her mouth, then lowered her head and closed her eyes.

A moment later, Nymeria seemed to have exerted a great deal of effort to open her eyes, looking completely bewildered and lost in thought.

William sat opposite him and calmly said, "Answer whatever I ask."

She nodded dazedly.

What's your name?

"Nymeria Sand."

"What's your relationship with Trene?"

She's my older sister.

"... Who is your father?" William asked with interest.

Oberon Martell.

William and Hermione exchanged a shocked glance.

Secretary General Martell

This is big news!

As is widely known, Mr. Martell never married after half of his body was burned in an accident when he was young.

Who would have thought that he had two daughters behind the scenes?

William, in particular, was not only shocked but also filled with admiration.

Martell is over a hundred years old, Trene is at most in her early twenties. How could she have two daughters when she was over eighty?

You're still going strong, even in your old age!

William was particularly interested in the details of the matter, especially whether Martell had taken any strange Potions.

William certainly doesn't need it, and he's not interested in selling it for profit, but... he just wants to benefit humanity.

It's important to know that the birth rate in the Wizarding World is very low.

Look at Minister Fudge, he still doesn't have a child... isn't he just missing this kind of miracle drug?

And there's Malfoy.

Don't you want to have a second child?

Seeing so many children of Mr. Weasley, doesn't he feel a pang of jealousy?

He's better than Mr. Weasley in every way, but he can't match the number of children!

And... Draco's main character is almost useless, wouldn't it be... wonderful to create a new alt?

William charged him 10,000 Galleon a bottle; if it really works... that's not expensive, right?

"By the way... are you related by blood?" William asked again, adding his own question.

He feared that Martell hadn't taken some kind of magic drug, but rather that he was actually carrying the Hulunbuir Grassland on his head.

"We are not related by blood. When we were ten years old, we were secretly adopted by Martell."

Well, William was somewhat disappointed. His plan to allow two children in the Wizarding World... had fallen through.

"Why did he adopt you?" Hermione asked.

"My father adopted many orphans, training them in magic from a young age so they could carry out clandestine missions when they grew up."

"We were among the last children, and the only two still alive," Nymeria replied emotionlessly.

William raised an eyebrow. A secret mission, of course, is a mission that cannot be carried out in the light of day.

It's not surprising that an old wizard who has stood firm in the political arena of the Wizarding World has done many shady things.

After careful consideration, he said, "So you stole the Goblet of Fire?"

"I stole it," Nymeria said without hesitation.

"My father gave me Russell's hair, and I used Polyjuice Potion to transform myself into his likeness."

After stealing the Goblet of Fire, I gave it to my father. I also secretly told Trene about it.

"With my help, she finally stole the Goblet of Fire from her father's office," Nymeria said quickly.

"Why would Trene steal the Goblet of Fire? Isn't she Martell's adopted daughter?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

"No... Trene broke ties with her father a long time ago." Nymeria shook her head.

"A break?" Hermione pressed. "Because of what?"

"After turning seventeen, she will be on missions. Trene's first mission is to assassinate the Head of the Auror Office."

"She was scared, she ran away, and hid for several years," Nymeria said.

"And what about you?" William bent down and looked at Nymeria.

"You didn't defect, so these two masks were given to us by Martell?"

"Yes."

William nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the whole situation.

Martell wanted to frame William and Hermione for the theft of the Goblet of Fire.

William and Hermione are a good match; not only are they prestigious, but most importantly, they are both young wizards.

The two are innocent and will most likely not resist; they will simply cooperate with the investigation.

They were imprisoned and had their wands taken away. Even if the Stark were powerful, Martell had plenty of ways to kill them.

Who will carry out this task?

William thought about it and decided that Russell, the Auror captain, was the most suitable.

Judging from his enthusiastic pursuit, he must either be under Imperius Curse or Martell has made him a considerable promise.

Nymeria's use of Polyjuice Potion to transform into Russell and steal the Goblet of Fire was not a random choice.

Martell must have left evidence that proves Russell stole the Goblet of Fire.

Martell is just waiting for Russell to kill William and Hermione, then he'll expose Russell and accidentally kill him.

So, the whole thing was Russell's doing; he killed William and Hermione with the intention of framing them.

No one could suspect Martell, after all, he hadn't done anything.

The plan was fairly meticulous, but Martell hadn't anticipated two unexpected events:

William and Hermione completely disregarded the rules, refusing any investigation and instead launching a wild attack on the Auror before fleeing.

The Goblet of Fire was stolen by Trene.

William and Hermione survived, but the Goblet of Fire was stolen, forcing Martell to launch a city-wide manhunt.

"So, where is the Goblet of Fire now?" Hermione asked the most crucial question.

"I don't know, I don't know where my sister is hiding," Nymeria replied.

"Then, if she stole the Goblet of Fire, why did she go to Martell?"

"She said... she wanted to stop Martell and take care of that dragon!"

Hermione, being so intelligent, only pondered for a moment before quickly replying:

"William, Trene's surrender must have told Martell that she knew the location of the Goblet of Fire."

Now we should take him to where the Goblet of Fire is hidden, and kill him there.

William nodded, but said nothing.

Because everything has come full circle.

Where exactly did Trene hide the Holy Grail?

The guidance of Death led to the suggestion of following in the footsteps of the Doge of Venice.

But this Venice Doge, who reconquered Constantinople and brought great glory to the Roman Empire, was eventually buried in Saint Sophia Cathedral.

That is, Constantinople!

It's not in Venice.

Wait a minute... William then realized that although the governor's tomb was in Constantinople, someone might have brought his remains back and buried them in his native Venice.

This can be considered a grave!

William gave his analysis, Hermione stared wide-eyed, frantically searching for a thick book.

"I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before..." she exclaimed. "I need to think carefully."

Hermione rubbed her brow with her left hand while rapidly flipping through a book with her right.

"Let me think... I vaguely remember seeing it before I fell asleep last night."

"Found it!" She turned to a page, placed it on her lap, and read aloud:

"After conquering this ancient city, Governor Enrico Dandolo died in Constantinople in 1205, before he could return to Venice."

Although the Marquis of Montferrat was the commander of the Crusades, France records also refer to the governor as the brain of the army.

This extraordinary figure was buried in the Sophia Cathedral, and his sarcophagus was decorated only with the Latin inscription "Enrico Dandolo".

Even today, we can still see this stone coffin.

The site of Dandolo's tomb remained unchanged after Constantinople fell to the Ottomans Turks in 1453.

During his stay in Constantinople, Bellini proposed to Mehmed II that some of Dandolo's remains be brought back to Venice.

Deeply moved by Bellini's painting, the Sudan gladly accepted the painter's request...

"Is there any mention of where the remains brought back were buried?" William asked.

Hermione, her face pale, flipped through those pages repeatedly. She looked up and said in a trembling voice, "No!"

William closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and rested them on his chin. Since arriving in Venice, memories flashed through his mind like a fleeting dream.

The Holy Grail burned at the bottom of the tomb.

Deep within the phoenix's rebirth,

The lagoon does not reflect the stars.

The monster waits in the darkness.

Merlin's Prophecy will eventually come true.

At that moment, his thoughts seemed to be caught in a whirlpool... Death, Merlin, the Holy Grail, the tomb, the phoenix, Martell...

"Merlin's Prophecy... Merlin!!"

William suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hermione, I know where Death has pointed us to."

So easy!

Death told him clearly... with absolute clarity!

He only just realized it now.

"Where?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

"Do you remember... the St Mark's Campanile that suddenly collapsed in 1902?" William reminded him.

Hermione paused for two seconds, then said:

"The Holy Grail and the Dragon are in St Mark's Square... deep underground!"

"Yes, right there!"

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