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Chapter 8 You're not as good as France!(1/2)

Looking at the wooden cup marked with a British-made wood, William was in a bad mood.

He came to Venice from the UK to see counterfeit goods made in the UK?!

This is a kind of buying tickets for scalpers at a high price, and finally listening to lip-syncing at the concert site...

As a tenth-level user of the Internet Depression Cloud, I became depressed instantly.

The last time I had such a bad experience, William woke up and found that he was torn to pieces and the scratch-off was gone.

Well, he was in a good mood at the time. After all, he was torn up to travel through time, which was better than being sold to mining in Africa?

Hermione tossed and turned, checking the cup several times. She didn't feel any magic from it.

Combined with the printing body... you don’t need to be too difficult to understand that this is a fake goblet!

Not to mention the Goblet of Fire, it would be troublesome to light it as a torch.

"What should I do? The Goblet of Fire is lost, and the Trio Championship can't be completed, right?" Hermione asked.

William looked at Hermione and sighed.

This silly girl... Instead of worrying about the three-strong competition, it is better to think more about our problems.

It’s right that he and Hermione are open and upright, but there are only two of them in this room.

Such an important magic item disappeared... Can you explain clearly?

You said you didn’t steal it, but you didn’t steal it?

OK...even if you two didn't steal it... you can't find the criminal, don't you have to take you first?

William was not clear about Venice, but was clear about the British and French Ministry of Magic.

If it was Foggy... Without saying a word, he would first be locked up in Azkaban, and then fight a public opinion war in the newspaper, proudly claiming that the prisoner had been captured.

Investigation? That's what happened after everything was settled.

Clicang is even more bachelor, just look at Mr. Newt. He can also make decisions that are wanted in the whole city.

After these two, William gained a basic understanding of European officials.

I don't expect these wizards from the Ministry of Magic to be wise with Dumbledore.

These people will always do some suffocating and suffocating operations that you can't understand.

So, escaping or not...this is a problem.

Just as William hesitated, the door was opened again.

Martel walked slowly and apologized: "Something happened just now. I need to deal with it urgently. Child, how about the Goblet of Fire?"

Looking at Marty's age, William felt that it would be better to take care of him.

Otherwise, the old man would not accept the news and suddenly fell to the ground and died suddenly... Wouldn't it be William's responsibility?

"It's pretty good." He lied decisively: "Hermione, put it back quickly. Don't break such a valuable thing."

William decided to leave here first. Even if he found out that the Goblet of Fire was fake, it had nothing to do with them.

At least the two sides are very arguing.

"Wait, kid...I need to check it out." Martyr stopped.

"The Goblet of Fire has not been rekindled for more than two hundred years, so I must check it out."

William exchanged innocent eyes with Hermione, and the girl carefully handed them over.

Martel checked with his wand. After a moment, he suddenly looked up and said in disbelief: "This Goblet of Fire...is fake!"

William glanced at Hermione, without saying anything, she was in tune with each other and said in a shocked tone:

"Fake it? How could it be...I just opened the box...You read that right, sir?"

William silently praised Hermione. It would be fine to win an Oscar for her acting skills.

The old actress is here!

"No mistake." Martyr checked again, his face gloomy.

"I've seen the real Goblet of Fire, which is filled with powerful magic, and this is really fake."

William was also shocked, as if he couldn't believe it was fake.

He analyzed: "Someone must have secretly dropped the bag.

There shouldn’t be many wizards who can enter this room, probably because they were acquaintances who committed the crime… I suggest checking the guards.”

Hermione looked at William in admiration.

The old actor!

"Yes, it really needs to be investigated carefully," Martyr said seriously.

He waved his wand, and a silver sand snake flew out of the tip of the wand, passed through the gate, and flew outside.

Soon, four Aurors at the door pushed in and Namelia followed behind, looking confused.

William glanced up at Auror and asked, "You can't doubt us both, sir?"

"No." Martyr took a deep breath and said, "But boy, I'm sorry, I must seize you both for the time being!"

"Hatch?!Hatch us?" Hermione asked angrily.

"What do we want to steal the Goblet of Fire like this? We have Dumbledore's letter, so there is no need to steal it!"

"This is just a necessary process." Martel stepped back and stood with the Captain Auror.

"You both have to stay in the cell until the matter is investigated."

"You can't imprison us!" Hermione screamed. "You have no evidence!"

Martyr's eyes were wide open, as if he was saying: There is no evidence?

"Miss Granger, no one has come in here for a long time. But after I went out, the Goblet of Fire was dropped."

He stopped. "I have no evidence, but there is enough reason to detain you and interrogate you.

I know you two are amazingly famous, but fame is not a reason to escape interrogation.

I'm just going through normal judicial procedures.”

"No, you don't!" Hermione changed her mind and she calmly said.

“William is the representative of the youth of Wiesengamor and written authorization from the President of the International Federation Dumbledore.

His identity is equivalent to that of Wiesengam, England.

According to the "International Magic Law Permit", Article 9 stipulates:

Senior officials who commit crimes abroad need to be interrogated at the same time under the surveillance of wizards from both countries. In special circumstances, they have the right to be extradited directly back to the country.

There are no British Ministry of Magic officials here to monitor it."

Hermione paused and said, "You have no right to interrogate William, nor can you forcibly limit his freedom without sufficient evidence."

Martyr didn't say anything for a while.

He stared at Hermione and after a moment, he whispered:

"Of course, Miss Granger, you have a good memory and you're right."

He said seriously: "British is a country with a legendary history, rich culture and amazing wizards.

I'm not looking for conflict.

We are committed to developing constructive and outcome-oriented relationships with the UK Ministry of Magic, and in our defense relationships, opening up channels of communication and reducing risks.”

Martel changed his subject, "So we will abide by the law and will not restrict Mr. Stark's freedom, but will only send Auror to monitor him.

But you are not Wiesengamor, nor are you a teenager representative, you must cooperate with the interrogation and stay in the cell for investigation."

Hermione relaxed. In her opinion, this was the best result.

William went out to investigate, whether he notified Dumbledore or found the truth early... he could save her.

She never thought about not being able to find the Goblet of Fire, because William... would definitely be able to find it. She blindly trusted him.

The girl looked at the boy, but he just shook his head slightly.

"Don't be stupid, Hermione." William grinned and said, "Venice Prison, not Hogwarts, that's not a joke.

It is neither safe nor comfortable there.

Is it, Mr. Martel?"

Martel did not answer. But he also made a default.

Because of the dementors as guards, Azkaban is the most famous prison in the magic world. But the magic prison in Venice is also not bad.

It is divided into water prison and lead-top cell.

As the name suggests, the water prison is built in water. It is generally flush with the water level. Therefore, the prison is often flooded.

Now it has been raining heavily for days, and the water level is probably waist-deep every day.
To be continued...
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