When William walked into this building, he discovered:

This place was not temporarily built for the International Wizarding Conference, but has existed for a long time.

Especially the various magnificent decorations are not only not bad, but even more magnificent than the headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic.

William is not an Italian. Professor Binnes often skips classes, and the professor will not introduce Italy in detail.

He had no choice but to ask Namelia a little and ask about the situation.

It turns out that there are complicated historical reasons here.

Italy's Ministry of Magic is headquartered in Rome, but there are still several branches below.

It is easy to understand that this land of Italy was originally the territory of Rome.

After the demise of Western Rome, it experienced a long-term federal state. The real Italy established its kingdom in 1861 and conquered Rome, the capital of the Pope, in 1870, before it achieved complete unification.

Before the emergence of the Ministry of Magic, all countries existed in the form of a wizard parliament.

But in 1692, the International Wizards Federation passed the Confidentiality Act.

The magical world urgently needs a more organized and complex management system to support and regulate wizards’ confidentiality work.

Therefore, the functions of the Wizards' Council were completely abolished in 1707 and expanded into the Ministry of Magic.

But at this time, Italy was still a scattered federation and had not completed complete unification. Several powerful countries each had their own ministries of magic.

The Ministry of Magic in Venice is located in the Basilica of St. Mark. It still plays a role to this day.

As for why the Ministry of Magic was built in St. Mark's Cathedral...

This is the same as the American Demon French Association. They have such a bad relationship with the US government and have built the Demon French Association in the Capitol in Washington.

Perhaps they also understand one thing: the more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

The elevator soon arrived on the second floor, and Namelia knocked on a birch door.

"Come in."

The three of them entered a very spacious room where five wizards sat.

An old man with white hair was sitting on a chair, explaining something seriously.

The old man paused and signaled, "Well, Stark and Miss Granger first, you can sit for a while."

The room has many antique seats with a Renaissance velvet couch, a rustic eagle claw rocking chair, and a pair of seemingly backrest chairs from Byzantine style.

Hermione didn't know where to sit for a moment, so William pulled her and sat down safely on the couch.

He observed the whole room.

There are many antiques in the room, with black wooden walls decorated with works by various Renaissance painting masters.

Especially a woman, she had no eyes, held it on the plate, but smiled at the corner of her mouth.

On the mantel, there is a half-body plaster statue. Below the statue, there are two stone "monster drip mouths" that are used as firewood stands in the fireplace.

They opened their mouths wide and showed their scary throats.

William leaned his ear and used his 30 cents Italian to barely understand the content of the conversation among several people.

They are all officials of the Ministry of Magic Weather Control Management Department. The old man asked to use magic as soon as possible to improve the heavy rain.

The four wizards left quickly.

The old man stood up, walked towards William and Hermione, and sat down in that Byzantine-style backrest chair.

Oberon Martel.

He was also a respected wizard. He was a senior secretary to three ministers, but never became a minister of magic.

He is old, older than Newt. It has been circulating that Martyr is in poor health and is about to retire.

After getting closer, William noticed that Martel's right hand was strangely white, with obvious signs of burning flames.

He was wearing a wrinkled robe, which was wrapped around his thin body, like a loose pocket.

The open collar exposed the neck and there were also severe burn marks.

William pulled out the letter from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is a letter written by Professor Dumbledore to you, and I think he has mentioned it to you."

Martel stretched out his dry hand, grabbed the letter, and stuffed it into his pocket without opening it.

"The three principals have confirmed that they will restart the Three Thousands Championship?" he asked.

"Yes, but the final venue was not determined, and the meeting was held in France for consultations," William explained.

"But... I think it will be decided completely before the Federation begins."

Martel muttered: "What's the point of discussing this? Just go directly to Boothbaton."

Most of the countries around France have completed their studies in Boothbaton, and Italy is no exception.

Martel is obviously a Busbaton.

"Let's go and get the Goblet of Fire." The old man stood up and led the way in front.

Noting that William was observing Martel's scars, Namelia, who had been following him, explained in a low voice:

"Did you see the St. Mark's bell tower?"

"I saw it when I came."

"In 1902, it had suddenly collapsed."

William and Hermione looked at each other, and the tour guide who had met twice also talked about this.

"That time, no Muggle was killed, only one cat was killed."

Namelia said respectfully: "It was Mr. Martel who had just graduated not long ago and saved everyone with magic.

But he himself was burned."

"Because of this, he became the youngest recipient of the Order of the Governor of Venice."

"Why were burned?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"I don't know, a strange flame appeared at that time." Namelia shook her head.

"Now the Ministry of Magic hasn't figured out why the bell tower suddenly collapsed."

It collapsed suddenly?

William always feels that something similar is something that seems to have heard of.

Martel led the way in front. He turned a corner and the group climbed a wide golden staircase.

At the end of the stairs, there is a wide foyer decorated with Italian marble and plastered with gold leaves on the stucco walls.

"You guys are waiting here."

A group of Aurors guarded both sides of the hall, and Namelia stayed.

Martel opened the door, William and Hermione followed him in.

William's eyes first fell in the central circle of the extraordinary dome, decorated with flowers, plants and patterns of caissons, hovering down from the dome and reaching the floor.

A huge bronze "portrait" sits on the ground, leaning down on the railing and staring down.

The statue is also an old man, dressed in a governor. He is holding a large wooden box with jewelry inlaid in his hand.

Martel's wand swung, and the box floated on the table.

"Since the last Goblet of Fire, this magic item has been around for more than two hundred years and has never left Venice." He whispered.

The old man was about to open the box when the door was knocked.

Captain Auror pushed open the door and said seriously: "Sir, there is an urgent matter that you must deal with immediately."

Martel frowned and looked at William. "The Goblet of Fire is here, you guys check it out first. I'll be back later."

The old man quickly left and followed Captain Auror.

The door to the room was closed again.

William and Hermione stood there quietly, staring at the big wooden box.

It was a polished wooden box with exquisite hinges. The wood was white, emitting a dull glow and had thick lines on it.

The oak tree, William recognized it.

There is only a ring inlaid on the lid of the box, and there is a flower body inside.

William turned sideways, picked up the box and looked at it carefully.

Surprisingly, it was very heavy!

William carefully placed the box on the large table. Hermione stood beside him and stared at the small box with him.

This is what Dumbledore asked them to help get!

"Hurry up and open it." Hermione was a little excited.
To be continued...