themonasnovels Chapter 498 Goblet of Fire
Chapter 498 Goblet of Fire
Chapter 498 Goblet of Fire
Entering this building, William discovered:
It was not built temporarily for the International Wizarding Conference, but has existed for a long time.
Especially the various resplendent decorations, not only not inferior to those of the British Ministry of Magic headquarters, but even more magnificent.
William was not Italian, and he often skipped classes taught by Professor Binns, and the professor would not introduce Italy in detail.
He had no choice but to ask Nymeria a little bit about the situation.
It turns out that there are complex historical reasons for this.
The Italian Ministry of Magic is headquartered in Rome, but there are several branches below.
It is easy to understand that the land of Italy was originally the territory of Rome.
After the demise of Western Rome, it experienced a long period of federation.In the real Italy, the kingdom was established in 1861, and Rome, the capital of the Papal State, was conquered in 1870 before complete unification.
Before the emergence of the Ministry of Magic, countries existed in the form of wizard councils.
But in 1692, the International Confederation of Wizards, passed the Statute of Secrecy.
The wizarding world urgently needs a more organized and complex management system to support and regulate wizards' confidential work.
Therefore, the functions of the Wizarding Council were completely abolished in 1707 and expanded into the Ministry of Magic.
But at this time, Italy was still a scattered federation, and complete unification had not been completed.Several powerful countries each have their own Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic in Venice is located in St. Mark's Basilica.It still works here to this day.
As for why the Ministry of Magic was established in St. Mark's Cathedral...
This is the same as the Magic Congress of the United States. The relationship between people and the US government is so bad, and the Magic Congress was once built in the Capitol in Washington.
Probably they also understand one thing: the more dangerous the place, the safer it is.
The elevator quickly came to the second floor, and Nymeria knocked on a birch door.
"Come in."
The three of them entered a very spacious room, where five wizards sat.
A white-haired old man was sitting on a chair, explaining something seriously.
The old man paused and motioned, "Well, Stark and Miss Granger first, please sit down for a while."
There are plenty of antique seats in the room—a Renaissance velvet couch, a rustic talon rocking chair, and a pair of what appear to be Byzantine-style back chairs.
Hermione didn't know where to sit for a while, William pulled her and sat down on the couch safely.
He observes the whole room.
There are many antiques in the room, and the black wooden walls are decorated with works of various Renaissance painting masters.
Especially a woman, she has no eyes, she is on a plate, but there is a smile on the corner of her mouth.
On the mantelpiece stood a plaster bust.Below the statue, there are two stone "gargoyles" that serve as firewood stands in the fireplace.
They opened their mouths wide, revealing their terrifying throats.
William tilted his ears and used his thirty-cent Italian to barely understand the content of the conversation.
They were both officers of the Weather Control Management Division of the Ministry of Magic.The old man made a request to cast magic as soon as possible to improve the rainstorm.
The four wizards left quickly.
The old man stood up, walked towards William and Hermione, and sat down in the Byzantine-style back chair.
—Oberon Martell.
He is also considered a highly respected wizard, and has served as the senior secretary to three ministers, but has never been the Minister of Magic.
He was very old, a little older than Newt.Rumors have been circulating that Martel is in poor health and is about to retire.
William didn't notice until he got closer.On Martel's right hand, it was strangely white, with obvious traces of flame burning.
He wore a rumpled robe, which looked like a baggy bag on his thin body.
The open neckline exposed the neck, which also had severe burn marks.
William pulled out the letter from his pocket and handed it over.
"This is a letter from Professor Dumbledore. I think he has mentioned it to you."
Martell stretched out his withered hand, grabbed the letter, and stuffed it into his pocket without opening it.
"The three principals have decided to restart the Triwizard Tournament?" he asked.
"Yes, but the final venue has not been determined, and negotiations are still held in France." William explained.
"However... I think it will be completely finalized before the start of the federation."
Martell murmured, "There's nothing to discuss about this, it's just in Beauxbatons."
Most of the countries surrounding France have completed their studies in Beauxbatons.Italy is no exception.
Martell is clearly a Beauxbaton.
"Let's go, go get the Goblet of Fire." The old man stood up and led the way.
Noticing that William was observing Martell's scars, Nymeria, who had been following, explained in a low voice:
"See that St. Mark's bell tower?"
"I saw it when I came."
"In 1902, it once collapsed suddenly."
William and Hermione glanced at each other. The tour guide who had met twice also said this.
"No Muggles were killed in that collapse, except one cat."
Nymeria said reverently: "It was Mr. Martell who just graduated and saved everyone with magic.
But he himself was burned. "
"Because of this incident, he became the youngest recipient of the Order of the Doge of Venice."
"Why were you burned?" Hermione asked puzzled.
"I don't know, a strange flame appeared at that time." Nymeria shook her head.
"Now the Ministry of Magic has not figured out why the clock tower suddenly collapsed."
Did it suddenly collapse?
William always felt something similar, as if he had heard of it somewhere.
Martell led the way, he turned a corner, and the group ascended a broad golden staircase.
At the top of the stairs, there is a wide foyer decorated with Italian marble and stucco walls with gold leaf.
"You wait here."
A group of Aurors stood guard on both sides of the hall, and Nymeria also stayed behind.
Martell opened the door, and William and Hermione followed him in.
William's eyes first fell on the central circle of the extraordinary dome. The algae well decorated with flowers, plants and patterns spiraled down from the dome to the floor.
A huge bronze "portrait" sits on the ground, leaning over a railing and peering down.
The statue is also an old man, dressed as a governor.In his hand he held a large wooden box studded with jewels.
Martell waved his wand, and the box floated on the table.
"Since the last hegemony contest, this magic item has been more than 200 years, and it has never left Venice." He said softly.
The old man was about to open the box when there was a knock on the door.
Captain Auror pushed open the door and said seriously, "Sir, there is an urgent matter that you must deal with immediately."
Martell frowned and looked at William. "The Goblet of Fire is here, you check it first. I'll be back later."
The old man left quickly, following Captain Auror.
The door of the room was closed again.
William and Hermione stood there silently, looking at the big wooden box.
It was a polished wooden box with beautiful hinges.The wood was white and dull, with a rough grain.
Oak trees, William recognized.
There is only a ring inlaid on the box cover, and there is an English M in curlicue inside.
William turned sideways, picked up the box and looked at it carefully.
Surprisingly, it turned out to be very heavy!
William carefully placed the box on the large table.Hermione stood beside him, staring at the small box with him.
This is what Dumbledore asked them to come and fetch!
"Hurry up and open it." Hermione was a little excited.
This thing is a magic item that can choose a warrior.
William nodded, drew out his wand, and tapped three times on the ring of the box lid.
The lid creaked slowly open, and William reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet.
The cup itself is inconspicuous at all, even very rough, it is hard to imagine that this thing is the Goblet of Fire.
If you throw it on the street, everyone will definitely choose the box inlaid with gems instead of this cup.
"How to light it?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I don't know, probably Dumbledore has to come." William shook his head.
Hermione lifted the heavy glass, with one eye closed and the other open, trying to look inside.
It's like looking through a telescope.
She is looking for the source of the fire.
For a moment, Hermione stammered and shouted, "William!"
"What's wrong?" William looked at Hermione with a terrified face.
"...this cup...seems to be...fake!"
"what?!"
William quickly took the cup, followed her example, and looked inside.
Soon, William knew that Hermione was telling the truth.
Because at the bottom of the cup, there is a row of printed small characters:
Made in England!
1994!
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