some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 492 The Prancing Horse Hotel
Albania,
Days of heavy rain poured down.

The ground was muddy, and the mountains were filled with water like a bathtub.

An avenue paved with bluestone, sandwiched between the hills on both sides, undulates continuously, like huge waves.

At the end of Qingshi Road, there is a fork in the road, and there is a dilapidated hotel beside the road.

There are moth-eaten brackets in front of the door, and the signboard reads vaguely:

Prancing Horse Hotel!

This hotel has been operating here for 50 years.The owner of the store is a wizard who is blind in his left eye, and is affectionately called...Old Tom.

The location of this store is not superior, even a little remote.

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

The main reason for this phenomenon stems from the famous wizard... Nocha Damas.

This French prophet born in the sixteenth century once wrote the prophetic poem "The Centuries".

One of them mentioned:
He searched the forests of Albania, where the treasure of death was buried.

The local shamans even spread word of mouth. In a long time ago, 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, using the languages ​​of various countries he has learned for decades, he said proficiently:

"That was 50 years ago. I was still young. According to ancient legends, I went deep into the forest to find the treasure of the god of death."

"At sunset, in a remote part of the woods, I often meet a young wizard, about seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome."

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

She was slightly plump, with thick blond hair styled in curly curls.

"Hey! Of course, miss! I remember him now." Old Tom grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"Just look at me. He's even more handsome than when we were younger."

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

"Hey! Little girl, I don't like to hear your words." Old Tom said with a smile:
"When we were in ten miles and eight towns, he was a famous handsome guy."

"Just you? Don't be funny." The witch said bluntly: "Have you ever seen a really handsome wizard?"

"Can you give me 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 it somewhere!"

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

Old Tom read:
"Shocked! According to the follow-up reports of front-line reporters, England is invincible in the training match, and may win all the group matches and make World Cup history..."

"Sorry, I took it wrong." The witch scratched her hair in embarrassment.She clearly remembered that it was in her pocket.

My memory is even worse!

She quickly changed a newspaper.

The International Conference of Wizards will be held in Venice, Italy on July 13th.

Judging from the latest news, apart from representatives from various countries, the biggest highlight of this conference is that the famous Mr. Stark and Miss Granger were invited.

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

Below is a picture of William and Hermione together.

"Oh, I remembered, it turned out to be him." Old Tom knocked on his pipe.

"Last summer, it was both of them who reported. I heard that a dark wizard almost destroyed Paris."

"That's right." The witch said proudly, "Do you know what it means to be outstanding?"

"Tch, a little wizard, let him come to Albania..." The wizard at the next table spat in disdain.

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

Sean hates handsome people the most.In his opinion, growing up like this is simply a heinous crime!
If you meet this kid, you must 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 make a sarcasm when 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 lifted their spirits.

"Fifty years ago, I met that young wizard several times in the Albanian jungle.

He was looking for something, cutting trees and looking at a map.

Meeting people seemed to make him very unhappy.It's clear that he wants to stay out of the way and that what he's doing contains a secret. "

"What happened next?" Theon asked.

"Then?" Tom raised his voice.

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

I went to see it, and there was no injury in the body, but the face was terrified. "

"Avada Kedavra?" Theon asked thoughtfully.

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

"Yes, definitely." Old Tom was very satisfied with everyone's expressions.

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

"Can such a young wizard use the Unforgivable Curse?"

Old Tom laughed without saying a word, picked up his pipe, and started to puff.

Well, look at that old man's broken posture of smoking, I am so familiar with it, it's time to spend money to buy wine.

Sure enough, he waved his wand, and bottles of Marsala were already floating towards the wine table.

After buying wine, old Tom whetted his appetite again, and then continued.

"Messed and talked to that young man a few times. I told him my name was Little Tom.

You know... he said... what's his name? ’ Old Tom lowered his voice.

"What is it called?" asked the Witch.

Old Tom almost whispered, "Voldemort..."

Hiss... Everyone, including Theon with the scar face, also took a breath.

"The...mysterious man in his youth?" the witch asked tremblingly.

"Yes! I, Tom, swear I'm not lying!"

"That's right, he was still young at that time, it was probably the first time he used this name, but he didn't expect to be so famous in the future." Theon murmured.

"Then what is he looking for?" Another wizard asked tentatively. "Treasure hidden in Albania?"

"It must be a powerful weapon, that's why he is so powerful, even Dumbledore is no match for him." Someone analyzed in a low voice.

"That's right, the Muggle wizard must have found out about this and was silenced by him!" said an old witch.

"But the mysterious man was defeated by the Boy Who Lived!" the witch emboldened herself.

"Yeah, but... there have been rumors all the time, isn't he dead?" Old Tom lowered his voice.

"Legend...he returned to Albania. I even saw that Dumbledore was here to investigate..."

It was dead silence again.

"Why?" Theon murmured. "Perhaps Voldemort didn't get all of Death's treasure.

That treasure is still hidden deep in the forest! "

Everyone's eyes darkened, and their greed gradually arose.

Old Tom smiled contentedly.

The beginning of the story is true.

He had indeed met the young wizard who called himself Voldemort. A guide also died 50 years ago.

But in the second half, for example, Voldemort is still alive and has returned to Albania, which is the fake news he made up.

Only in this way can there be a steady stream of tourists to explore the Albanian forest.

He can attract business.

As for how many people die each year...who cares.

"What a pity, the damned weather!" cursed old Tom secretly.

It has been raining for half a month, and there are far fewer wizards exploring this year than in previous years.

I heard Italian tourists say... Venice across the Adriatic Sea is almost flooded.

What the hell weather!

At this moment, a figure emerged from the dark forest in the distance.

He was wearing a black smock and looked embarrassed.

From time to time he stopped and surveyed the plains around him, as if to see if anyone had noticed him.

His creeping steps, his manner, his swift and furtive movements, had the resemblance of a... rat that haunts the forest at dusk.

The witch raised her head, threw it through the crack of the door, and stared at the furtive wizard.

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