Before we knew it, the sky was completely dim.

The rain was getting heavier, as if someone's family was crying endlessly.

The water level line continued to rise, almost flooding into the garden. But the problem is that the terrain of Basharat's house is very high, nearly two meters above the sea level.

Looking at the rain, in the next two or three days, the Venetians can watch the sea from the roof.

He remembered the words of Death:

The flood will flood the sky.

Such a heavy rain is not a so-called flood, right?

Basharth also seemed to feel the sky was dim. She tucked her thick clothes and asked, "You two haven't eaten yet, are you?"

"No." William shook his head, "We have been hunted for us in Venice in the morning."

"Yes." The old man stood up slowly, bowed his back, and smiled kindly: "Then you must be hungry. Let's go to have a meal first. After you have enough, we will continue to chat."

Hermione nodded and obediently supported the old man's arm.

William held up an umbrella and put it on the heads of Hermione and the old man. The three of them walked through the garden and slowly walked towards the house.

"The residence provided by the Italian Ministry of Magic must also be guarded by Aurors. You can sleep here tonight." Basharat whispered.

"Will not cause you trouble?" William hesitated.

"The Italian Aurors don't know what magic they used, and they always seem to be able to determine our location." Hermione said strangely.

"It's okay." The old man said indifferently.

“There are a lot of protection magic around the house. When the Auror arrives, it will trigger an alarm.

Then, you just run away. What can they do with me, an old witch?"

"This is the benefit of people getting old. Maybe they will die at any time. They are also afraid that I will die suddenly in Venice."

Basharat laughed out loud and couldn't stop coughing. Hermione quickly patted the old man's back to soothe her breath.

This is really not a joke.

Neither William nor Hermione laughed.

When she walked into the living room, William found that Terenie was already asleep on the table. She was drooling in her mouth and soaked her sleeves.

William felt a lot of guilt.

This matter had nothing to do with her, but they were brought in because they were caught.

Hearing the footsteps, Terenie opened her eyes suddenly and shouted in a hurry: "William, Hermione runs quickly! Auror is here!!"

“…”

Her nervous look was very nervous, and she saw the vendor of the urban management:

Run away quickly, the urban management is coming to fishing and enforce the law again, and we are lying to set up a stall!

Terenie felt relieved when she saw that it was William and Hermione. She wiped her saliva without any image and stretched.

The tight leather jacket outlines an amazing curve, like a persimmon entering autumn, heavy.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"No, we'll stay here tonight," William said.

Terenie was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for two seconds, she nodded: "That's great."

William and Hermione sat down on the sofa, and he looked around and noticed that there were many books on the shelf in the room.

There are also various photos in front of the books.

A photo next to him caught his eyes, and he walked over and picked it up.

The two teenagers held each other's arms, as if they were particularly close.

Especially the blonde boy, who turned his head and looked at the man next to him, with a hint of doting in his lazy smile.

It's the sour taste of love, that's right!

"Madam, where did you get this photo..." William asked with his head raised.

Basharat seemed to know, and he was asking which photo he was whispering: "This is what I took.

I am Gellert Grindelwald's aunt.

That summer, he came to the Godric Valley to look for me.

I introduced Little Albus to him and helped them find... the grave of Ignotus Peverier."

Basharat talks about introducing it. In her words:

"These two children who tasted the vicissitudes of life prematurely fell in love with each other like fire and pot."

William exchanged glances with Hermione. They had known for a long time that the principal and Grindelwald had an unusual relationship.

But there was no stone hammer before.

OK, now the stone hammer is on.

Also, Basharat introduced the two to each other, and it sounded so similar... a blind date.

"Gellert, come on! My neighbor is a handsome guy. He just graduated this year. He is single and honest. He has never talked about it in school.

His original family is like that, his father died early, he relied on his mother to raise him, and his younger brother and sister...

But I'm a good person, I'll introduce it to you.

Of course, he is not a demon of helping his brother, but a demon of helping his sister. You can consider whether you can accept it..."

"Little Abusi, I have a distant relative, a talented person with extraordinary demeanor.

However, he has a low education and was expelled from school before graduation. He is a gangster and has little education.

But as the saying goes, why do you need such a high education?

You are responsible for being talented and he is responsible for being as beautiful as a flower.

You guys will go ahead and say whether you can succeed or not?"

Is there a picture?

Soon, the house elf brought the meal.

The supper was very rich: Swiss cheese hotpot with rich Italian cheese and truffles.

A Piedmont meat dumpling with a strong aroma of cheese stuffing, cooked in butter and sprinkled with Parmesan.

There are also three bowls of special pasta, which has a white color and an attractive aroma.

No wonder Yi Daili was responsible for being funny on the battlefield of World War II. Such delicious noodles, if William was the one who didn't want to fight.

The three of them were hungry for a long time, and they were all swept away, and they were eaten with relish.

During the meal, Hermione asked, "Treeney, do you know the graves of the Governor of Venice, Dandolo and Santa Lucia?"

Terenie is a Venetian native and may know more about this than Basharat.

"Tomb? We need to look for tombs?"

She thoughtfully said, "The corpse of Santa Lucia is most famously buried in the Church of St. Jeremiah in Venice."

“But that’s just part.”

"Her remains are distributed all over the world, and there are even more than one place in Venice."

The reason is simple. Everyone believes that her remains have special powers and that anyone who owns them will live long.

So her corpse was stolen, moved, divided countless times and fell into the hands of the most powerful people in history.

Just for longevity!

"As for the tomb of Governor Dandoro..."

"Everyone of the Venetians knows it," said Terenie, "he was buried in Constantinople."

"Golves of Fire are in Constantinople?" Hermione frowned.

"No." Basharat shook his head and said decisively: "You have ignored the last sentence."

She whispered:

“The depths of the rebirth of the phoenix,

The lagoon will not reflect the stars.

Monsters are waiting in the darkness,

Merlin's prophecy will come true eventually."

"As far as I know, there is only one thing that involves monsters."

The old man said in a hoarse voice:

"King Wotigen wanted to build a tower, but failed.
To be continued...