Albania,

Thurstorms have been pouring for days.

The ground was muddy, and the mountains were like bathtubs, and water was everywhere.

A bluestone-paved avenue is sandwiched between the hills on both sides, rolling and undulating like huge waves.

At the end of the Bluestone Road is a four-way intersection, and a dilapidated hotel is located next to the road.

There is a worm-eaten bracket in front of the door, and the sign says vaguely:

Yuema Hotel!

This hotel has been operating here for fifty years. The owner of the store is a wizard with his left eye blindness, affectionately called... Old Tom.

The location of this store is not outstanding, and it is even a bit remote.

But it is often full of people, with admirers and explorers from all over the world.

The main reason for this phenomenon is the famous wizard...Norcha Danmas.

This French prophet, born in the 16th century, once wrote the prophetic poem "Centuries".

One sentence is mentioned:

He searched all the Albanian forests, where the treasures of the god of death were buried.

Local wizards have been said to be word of mouth. In the long-standing era, the god of death chose this forest to bury treasures.

Whenever someone questioned, Old Tom would sit down, take a sip of Albanian tobacco, and retort loudly:

"Of course it's true!"

Then, he skillfully said in various languages ​​he had learned for decades:

"That's fifty years ago. I'm still young. According to ancient legends, I went deep into the forest to find the treasures of the god of death."

"At sunset, in the remote part of the woods, I often encounter a young wizard, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and looks handsome."

"Really handsome?" interrupted the witch with an English accent.

She was a little fat, with thick blonde hair, curly curly in a fashionable way.

"Hey! Of course, Miss! I still remember what he looks like now." Old Tom grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You will know when I look at it. He is even more handsome than when we were younger."

"That's over!" The witch rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I don't like to hear what you said, little girl." Old Tom said with a smile:

"We were in the village back then, and that was a famous handsome guy."

"Just you? Stop teasing." The witch said bluntly: "Have you ever seen a truly handsome wizard?"

"You give an example?"

"William...William Stark, have you heard of it?"

"Stark, a familiar name?" Old Tom stared at his cloudy right eye. "I must have heard of it somewhere!"

"No! Here!" The witch took out a "Prophet Daily" from her pocket and pointed to the conspicuous title on it.

Old Tom read:

"Shock! According to frontline reporters, England's training match is invincible, and it may win all the group stages to qualify, creating World Cup history..."

"Sorry, I took it wrong." The witch grabbed her hair awkwardly. She clearly remembered it was in her pocket.

Memory is even worse!

She quickly changed a newspaper.

The International Wizards Federation will be held on July 13 in Venice, Italy.

Judging from the latest news, in addition to representatives from various countries, the biggest highlight of this conference was the invitation of the famous Mr. Stark and Miss Granger.

As we all know, the two are the personal experiences of the Paris incident in France. Countries will conduct consultations and negotiations on this matter to deal with Arya Grindelwald...

There is also a photo of William and Hermione below.

"Oh, I remembered it, it was him." Old Tom knocked his gun.

"Last summer, it was all about them. I heard that a dark wizard almost destroyed Paris."

"That's right." The witch said proudly: "You know what outstanding looks mean?"

"Tsk, a little wizard, let him come to Albania..." The male witch at the table next to her spit disdainfully.

"I don't need a magic wand, I can kill him with one hand!"

Theon hates others' handsome the most. In his opinion, looking like this is a very evil crime!

If you meet this kid, you have to break his three legs so that he can't be handsome.

The witch glanced at the scars on Theon's face and shook her head disdainfully.

She was about to sarcastically, and Old Tom waved his hand quickly.

"Okay, let's not mention Stark, this kind of genius is too far away from us."

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Tom stopped him and said, "Let's continue listening to my story."

Everyone was energetic.

“Fifty years ago, I met the young wizard several times in the jungle of Albania.

He was looking for something, sometimes cutting trees, sometimes looking at maps.

It seems that he is very unhappy to meet people. It is obvious that he wants to avoid people's eyes and ears, and what he does contains secrets."

"What happened later?" Theon asked.

"Later?" Tom raised his voice.

"I never saw the young wizard again. But when he left, a local Muggle guide died.

I've seen it, and I was completely unharmed, but my face was terrified."

"Avadasaud?" Theon said thoughtfully.

Many wizards took a breath, including the blond witch with a big style.

"Yes, surely." Old Tom was very satisfied with everyone's expression.

"But it can't prove anything... You just said that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, not long after he just became an adult." The witch couldn't help but retorted.

"Can such a young wizard use the unforgivable spell?"

Old Tom smiled without saying a word, picked up the gun, let out a slumber, and started to sniffle.

Well, looking at the old man's shady attitude of smoking, he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it. It's time to pay for wine.

Sure enough, his wand swung, and a bottle of horse salad floated towards the wine table.

After buying wine, Old Tom was so encouraging that he continued to talk.

"I met the young man several times and talked to him. I told him that my name is little Tom.

You know... he said... what is his name?" Old Tom lowered his voice.

"What's the name?" asked the witch.

Old Tom almost whispered: "Voldemort..."

Hiss... Everyone, including the scarred Theon, also took a breath of air conditioning.

"Mysterious man when I was young?" the witch asked with trembling all over.

"Yes! I, Tom, dares to swear, and I absolutely do not lie!"

"Yes, he was still young at that time. I guess he was using this name for the first time. I didn't expect to be so famous in the future." Theon murmured.

"What is he looking for?" another wizard asked tentatively. "The treasure hidden in Albania?"

"It must be a powerful weapon, so he is so powerful, even Dumbledore is his opponent." Someone whispered.

"Yes, the Muggle Guide must have discovered this and was silenced by him!" said an old witch.

"But the mysterious man was defeated by the boy who survived the disaster!" The witch gave him courage.

"Yes, but... there have been rumors that he is not dead?" Old Tom lowered his voice.

"Legend...he returned to Albania. I've even seen Dumbledore here to investigate..."

It was dead silence again.

"Why?" Theon murmured. "Maybe, Voldemort did not get the treasure of Death intact.

That treasure is still hidden deep in the forest!”

Everyone's eyes became obscure and their greed gradually arose.

Old Tom smiled with satisfaction.
To be continued...