After dinner, Hermione was called to the study by Basharat, and it seemed that there was something important to hand over to her.

William followed Terenie to repair the small broken ship.

It is indeed too much to say that it is a small broken ship. Doragorn can still be used, but the outer hull is too damaged and looks a bit miserable.

William sat on the bow and drew out painting on parchment.

"What are you writing?" Terenie bent over and poked her head.

"A kind of defensive magic." William turned his quill.

"A very complex magic is written in the language of ancient magic. There is such protection on the Hogwarts train. Even the attack of the thunderbird can be blocked."

"So awesome?!"

Terenie stared at it seriously, as if she was about to learn something secretly.

However, the dense fonts were so convincing that she had a headache when she saw them.

"No, the more I look at it, the more I feel sleepy." She yawned and sat next to William.

He raised his chin again and said curiously: "How did you do it?"

"After studying over time, of course, you still have to have some talent." William smiled.

"You are so talented in language, it should be easy to learn this kind of thing."

His bad habit of being a teacher came up, "Look, ancient magical writing is very simple, just..."

"I'm asking...how did your quill turn?" Terenie interrupted.

After talking for a long time, my sister, you are all attracted by the quill?

William was a little sad.

Hermione is better... The two of them talk about this, and they can lie together and chat for a night without any sleepiness.

His hands were getting faster and faster, and the quill was spinning and jumping at his fingertips.

"This is not easy, the skill of turning the pen lies in..."

Terenie had already used her wand to create a quill and quickly learn by herself.

A minute later, her skills were more skilled than William.

Terenie glanced over with smugness.

William was a little hurtful of his self-esteem and decided not to pay attention to her and continue to outline the curse.

"Do you have to add all these?" asked Terenie.

"Of course, it's necessary to make a more thorough change." William said excitedly.

"After getting the defense system ready, go find Mr. Weasley and design a flight structure. He is a professional in this area.

I'll get you another invisible device..."

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you anymore. I'll finish work early and go back to bed early." William got into the cabin.

Terenie also got in. She lifted the board, took out a lot of Muggle tools, and prepared to repair the engine.

Sitting quietly in Doragorn is OK, but the two of them are working inside, making the hull look particularly small.

"Why don't you use the traceless stretching spell to expand the ship?" William asked while waving his wand.

"Well..."

"You can't even not even have the traceless stretching spell, right?" William jokingly.

In this era, there are still wizards who do not have traceless stretching spells?

In the words of Mr. Newt, “My worst thing is the traceless stretching curse.”

Even if you are not good at this level, how powerful should you be in the field?

Ordinary people will definitely think Newt is bragging, but William knows not.

Because Mr. Newt's strongest field is a magical animal.

How powerful is he?

Just try the salty feces and you can know what animal it is, what foods it has eaten, and whether you have diarrhea.

Look, this is called professional!

In the realm of fantastic animals, William is willing to call him the strongest!

"Who can't...I'm just not skilled!" Terenie quibbled, and with force, she broke the engine fan.

She won't be normal.

The traceless stretching spell is a high-end magic that most wizards don’t. Otherwise, the rings from the Akali Mysterious Store would not be so popular.

Terenie skillfully changed the engine, and in order not to get in the way, she returned to the bow.

She moved a chair, sat on it, crossed her legs, and watched William play the spell.

She didn't hold an umbrella, and the rain fell on her leather jacket, and it turned into water droplets and slipped down.

"Are you going to continue looking for the Goblet of Fire tomorrow?" asked Terenie.

"Yes, there's no way to stop that dragon without it." William said without looking back.

"There are only a dozen suspected tombs. If it goes well, you can check them out in two days."

"Can you lend me a fake Goblet of Fire?" Terenie said intrigued. "I have never visited that thing up close."

William took the box out of the safety table and threw it over.

"Who did you say stole it?" She opened the lid and made a crunch.

"If I knew, I'd already arrested him now." William rolled his eyes.

"Hermione and I both doubt Martel. He is the most suspicious and wants us!"

William was still waiting for Terenie to criticize Martel, but who knew she had changed her topic.

"You and Hermione are wanted. If you two parents know about it, will you worry?"

"Probably not." William pondered, "It's not the first time anyway. Besides, they don't read Italian newspapers."

"It's so good..." Terenie put the wooden goblet into the old wooden box and gently closed the lid.

"Where are you... Will your family worry if you don't go home at night?"

"I?"

Terenie put the box on the deck. She stood up and lay down, with her head resting on the wooden box, allowing the rain to hit her convex body.

"I have a sister who is in a normal relationship. I have a father who hasn't seen him for a long time... I'm probably dying.

So they won't worry about me."

The two were silent for a long time.

In a rainy night, there was nothing good to look at. She looked at the sky and finally spoke:

"This matter is over. I'll go to the UK to see you. I haven't watched the World Cup yet, but I don't have any tickets..."

William walked out of the cabin and said knowingly: "I'll help you."

"Thank you then!" Terenie threw a charming look and said with confidence: "The ticket is very reasonable."

She stood up and returned the wooden box to William.

"You and Hermione will definitely find the real Goblet of Fire. I'm a little sleepy and am going back to sleep."

After she said this, she jumped out of the boat, got up and walked back to the house.

Her slender legs, wrapped in tight leather pants, look graceful.

William held the wooden box, just looking at her back, without saying a word.

...

...

It was already more than an hour after the renovation of the gondola.

William took a shower, changed into clean clothes, then pushed open the door and walked back to his room.

No surprises, Hermione is there too.

She was wearing a pink suspender nightgown, sitting cross-legged on the bed, sorting out a bunch of documents.

"It's all the notes given to me by Mrs. Basharat!"

Hermione was very excited and stretched happily, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Her development was quite normal, and she finally had a curvature, and some places were no longer flat.

Hermione suddenly followed the guy's sight and looked down. Isn't it his own neckline?!
Chapter completed!