I Knew You Had to Be Padding It!

The banks of the river are shaded by green trees, and mist rises from the river surface, from which a melodious and clear sound can be heard.

A gondola glided smoothly across the river. William sat on the top deck, holding a tender green leaf and gently blowing on it.

Hermione listened intently to the whistling leaves, and when the song ended, she stood up before her magic had fully returned.

She walked slowly a few steps at the bow of the ship, silently reciting the "three Ds" in her mind: goal, determination, and composure!

Hermione gracefully twirled in a circle. The hem of her pale yellow halter-neck dress fluttered slightly, like a blooming flower.

Snap!

She vanished from her spot and reappeared on another circle at the stern of the ship.

Hermione thought she had succeeded and looked up at the top of the ship with a smug smile.

William simply pointed in the distance, and the girl looked down to find that her long skirt had been ripped open.

She exposed her slender, fair legs.

The long skirt instantly became a mini-skirt.

"Splinching, that is, the separation of a part of the body."

William put down the leaf, shifted his position on the roof of the boat, and looked down at Hermione.

He said calmly, "It happens when your determination isn't firm enough. You must always keep your attention focused on the goal, don't panic, stay calm."

And don't keep your eyes on me... do it like this.

He snapped his fingers and appeared beside Hermione.

William waved his wand, and the tattered skirt Reparo.

Hermione seemed thoughtful, then, like a wildcat whose tail had been caught, she became angry and embarrassed, and said:

"Explain yourself: who has been focusing their attention on you?"

William smiled, snapped his fingers, and suddenly disappeared.

Hermione merely gave a haughty snort, raising her delicate, pointed chin to show that she wouldn't stoop to his level.

Clearly, Apparition is a bit harder to learn than Hermione had imagined.

But after William's instruction for most of the summer, she already had a good grasp of it.

She will definitely master it before the end of July.

Hermione continued practicing, while William appeared at the bow of the ship.

Surprisingly, on the wooden plank at the bow of the boat, a Merpeople with her family was sunbathing. When she saw William appear, she quickly slid into the river.

Albania Merpeople are also so... ugly.

But anyway, it's all the same with the lights off.

William supported the Merpeople Princess marrying Cedric.

Marrying into royalty—that's some serious connections!

Of course, you can't say this in front of Cedric and Cho... or you might get a mixed doubles beating from them.

William didn't dwell on it and sat calmly on the bench.

After the Venice incident, he and Hermione drove Trene's gondola across the Adriatic Sea and smuggled themselves into Albania.

Now, we are very close to where Bertha sent her letter.

Having grown tired of the seascape along the way, William and Hermione, with nothing better to do, returned to their old ways:

Pick up magic training again.

The two of them didn't need to consider the fact that minors couldn't use magic.

Surrounded by the vast ocean, they were completely isolated from the world, undisturbed by anyone, and could do whatever they wanted.

They can do whatever they want!

William even stopped fishing and boldly used magic... to blast sharks.

What a real-life version of... "The Boy and the Sea" has come to life.

Beside William was a barbecue grill, inside which was grilling a huge trout.

Below the fish is a wooden stemmed glass.

Inside the stemmed glass, blue and white flames spread, continuously roasting the fish, and a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

The Holy Grail, one of the Deathly Hallows, was thus transformed into a barbecue grill.

There's nothing we can do about it.

As Dumbledore said: The white dragon was trapped inside, and the power of both dragons was completely suppressed.

William wanted the red dragon's magic, but that was impossible for him.

Moreover, according to the Tale of the Three Brothers, the Holy Grail can automatically produce food and water.

It's not possible to do that now.

It clearly has a minor problem, just like the Ravenclaw's Diadem.

This can only be repaired by a professional— Nicolas.

William is now holding this broken cup; it's only good for barbecuing.

Seeing that the fish was cooked, William on cumin and seasonings, preparing to sneak a few bites.

But Hermione, like a shark who loves potatoes, instantly smelled the aroma.

With a snap, she Apparition on the bow of the ship.

"Trying to sneak some fish while I'm not around again?" Hermione asked, hands on her hips.

Last time, she swam to the bottom of the sea and caught an octopus.

By the time they had practiced Apparition properly, they discovered that William had already eaten half of it!

"No, I was just tasting it to check the saltiness." William raised his wand and cut the fish in half.

"Hmm, it seems like Apparition worked this time." He glanced at Hermione.

"It seems so, there really isn't Splinching." Hermione glanced down at herself.

After taking the fish, she smiled, her bright eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and took a small, delicate bite of the fish.

William, gnawing on the fish head, also laughed.

After finishing their meal, the two lay down on a bench for a nap.

"Are we almost there?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, at this speed, we should arrive by evening."

Are we just going like this?

William understood the girl's meaning and said softly, "Then, how about using the Polyjuice Potion to change our identity?"

Hermione's warning was correct; their faces were just too conspicuous.

That's the downside of fame!

Moreover, if they go to Bertha, they might run into Peter. If he sees William and Hermione, he will definitely hide immediately.

William pulled a package from the Safety Watch; inside was a row of hairs.

They were all categorized by name.

These are the hairs he has collected over the years. There aren't many, but each one is very useful.

Tom had the most, since his body was preserved by William after his death.

And then there's Minister Fudge's hair, Cregan, the France Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Miss Costa...

The two of them went back and forth between the two.

Hermione picked up Costa's hair again.

"Well... I'll stick with Cregan," William said.

These days, using a smaller phone number when you go out is really important!

At the end of the bluestone road is a four-way intersection, and a dilapidated inn sits beside the road.

There are worm-eaten supports in front of the door. However, the signboard on it has disappeared, washed away by the rain and long since lost.

As dusk fell, only a few wizards remained in the inn, appearing sparsely scattered.

Old Tom looked at the hotel entrance with some concern.

Yesterday, the wizard who had been missing for several days and was thought to be dead suddenly reappeared.

They also recruited many guests, claiming they had discovered a snake Runespoor and wanted to recruit a wizard to capture it.

He was generous and promised high rewards, so many wizards followed him.

But to this day, no one has returned.

Old Tom isn't a good guy; he's the one who released the false rumor that Voldemort is still alive and in Albania.

The purpose was to attract those wizards.

So he was worried about their safety... but if they died, there would be no guests!

If there are no customers, who will he make money from!

Old Tom looked up, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

A few scattered wizards gathered together, engaging in lively discussions.

Actually, the four wizards sounded like they were France.

They were all talking about Venice. Their descriptions were so vivid that it felt as if they were there, witnessing the white dragon firsthand.

If I had to describe it, it would be:

I'm in Venice, just got off the gondola. Too many acquaintances around, so I'm posting anonymously.

creak,

The old wooden door was pushed open, and two wizards entered.

Everyone turned to stare at them.

The male wizard was probably in his forties, dressed in a black robe. The female wizard was very young, with thick, wine-colored hair that fell naturally over her shoulders; she looked like she had just graduated from school.

The wizard, naturally transformed into William of Cregan, looked around, and walked toward the shopkeeper behind the counter.

Hermione, now Costa, followed behind him.

"It's Cregan!"

The four wizards sitting in the corner narrowed their eyes slightly and immediately lowered their heads, but a cold glint flashed in their eyes.

Especially the witch, whose eyes, adorned with crow's feet, revealed a look of pure hatred.

She was incredibly unlucky.

Last July,

She's doing a great job as the proprietress at the Minotaur Bar in Paris.

One day, a bastard named Tom Riddle came along, and after gathering information, he started to make his move.

After she ran away, she discovered that she was soon wanted by the French Ministry of Magic.

In particular, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Cregan, personally led the team that shut down the Minotaur Bar.

Unable to escape the pursuit of the Auror, she led a group of henchmen to United States to seek revenge on Tom Riddle.

After inquiring for a year without finding Tom, they then traveled to Albania, intending to follow the legend and search for the gift of Death.

Unexpectedly, fate brought us together again here, and we ran into Cregan.

But it seems he only has... two people.

Four against two!

Hermione tugged at William's sleeve, and he looked toward the corner, immediately recognizing the incredibly magnanimous bar owner.

She had her eye on Tom and wanted to force him to stay, denying him any chance to try.

"Cregan! Your mother is dead!" one of them couldn't contain himself any longer and raised his wand first.

William was a little confused.

If you want revenge, go find Tom! What does this have to do with me, Cregan?

William thought this through, and his hands moved without slowing down.

He flicked his wand, breaking the black spell, and then swung it downwards.

A beam of light streaked across the sky, slicing through the wizard's hand as easily as a knife through tofu.

The remaining three stood up at the same time.

William waved his wand, and a shield appeared in front of him.

The chaotic spells struck it, but William remained unmoved. A deafening explosion erupted from the shield, like a bell striking another bell, shattering eardrums.

While the four were arguing, Hermione appeared to the side, tilted her wand, and a flash of red light appeared. The witch was caught off guard and bumped into the table.

The other two turned and ran, one of them instantly leaving the ground and being pushed backwards onto a table near the inn.

A black spell flashed by, leaving a bloody gash on the ankle of the last wizard. He burst through the door and collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

A gentle breeze rushed into the room, causing the oil lamp on the wall to sway precariously, yet it never went out.

In an instant, the four wizards collapsed to the ground. All the travelers stared in horror at the two men.

William walked towards the fallen witch as if no one else was there, tilted his head, and pondered for a moment.

Then he bent down and took a red thread from her neck.

He gently lifted it and pulled out two soft cloth bundles, both of which had been enlarged using Undetectable Extension Charm.

"At your age... I knew you'd had an abortion!" William thought to himself.

He walked expressionlessly to the front desk, took Galleon from a package, and tossed it over.

"I'll compensate you for any damage... Boss, do you have any rooms available?"

Old Tom was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Yes... how many rooms would you like?"

Hermione, standing behind William, whispered, "One room."

William hummed in agreement and repeated, "One room!"

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