The Venetian attacks finally spread to the world at the fastest speed.

The first one to get the news was not the ministers of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, nor were they high-ranking officials and political leaders.

But...the wizard reporter.

They seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent, and always looked at the celestial phenomena at night at the first moment, and learned that something big happened.

The sense of smell is comparable to that of a magical smell.

So, all the wizard reporters rushed towards Venice, allowing everyone to see what the speed of Western journalists is.

It is normal for the reporters to be so crazy.

What are the good reports about the World Cup? Back and forth, it is because the English training match is invincible and the fans fight each other. It is because Miss Veva is worth looking forward to.

There is no news about Venice that is exciting and eye-catching!

You know, this incident is more terrifying than last year's Paris.

Although Paris is a nuclear bomb and a fire dragon attack... but in the end, it was just a few buildings such as Notre Dame de Paris.

And what about Venice? It's really gone!

Well, the French still have opinions on this.

In Clican's words: "Notre Dame alone is more valuable than the entire Venice."

This is a bit shameless. My St. Mark's Cathedral is a little higher than your Notre Dame.

The French are obviously riding on the popularity, and the people of Cavinis are bloody.

First, make a fuss with Yidaili, wait for the popularity to rise, and then start the seventh round of online begging:

Ask wizards around the world to donate money to rebuild the common treasure of mankind!

The old plan is done!

France is very happy to get the popularity, but Britain is very uncomfortable.

The England national team made an appointment with a reporter to hold a press conference to talk about the 32 consecutive wins in the training match, and to issue a declaration of winning the championship.

But when I got up in the morning, I found that the lively stadium was empty and the reporters ran away.

It was already very late when Foggy got the news.

In his words: "The information from the intelligence department comes very slowly. I have always learned about major foreign affairs from international newspapers."

The later you know, the hardest you will suffer.

At this point, even the audience who refunded the tickets have appeared.

What's going on?

The opening match is about to begin, all of you reporters are gone, and the audience will also refund the ticket to Italy?

How can this work?

All year last year, officials from the Ministry of Magic went to maintain the Quidditch World Cup venue.

Fuji insisted on his own, and even Sirius did not pursue him much, so he let the dementors breed and make trouble in the country.

He blocked the country's destiny, he was desperate to take advantage of it, and he... suddenly you didn't come?

Who will show it to you? Is it a group of paper people on the seats?

Fudge even started to wonder whether to make big news in the UK and attract everyone back.

For example...the Death Eaters Attack the World Cup?

Is this news very exciting?

...

...

Venice,

Magical part.

After a brief renovation, the place was put into use again.

"Have you decided to delay the Wizards' Union Conference?"

Standing at the window and looking outside, William said.

That's right." Dumbledore said. "In this case, it's only delayed."

"It will probably be postponed until the end of the Quidditch World Cup."

"Where will it be held this time?" William asked.

"U.K."

William nodded slightly.

Fortunately, the UK is his base camp. There will be no such thing as being wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

Besides, something really happened. With a tall man like Dumbledore, he didn't need to do anything.

Next summer vacation, William will not take Hermione and wander around the world. He is ready to stay at his home in St. Cachipol Village with her.

When you go to a city, a city will be destroyed.

William was really afraid of Hermione's physical condition.

What? Is William causing disaster?

Is it okay to make some sense?

Before meeting Hermione, William was in Hogwarts. He was famously obedient and honest as a fool badger.

After getting to know Hermione, I could encounter fire dragon attacks when I went to the Guling Pavilion.

From the perspective of controlling variables, it must have nothing to do with William.

Of course, this cannot be said, otherwise his fate would not be much better than Brother Cheng.

William suddenly discovered that he could take Hermione to the United States. He would go to New York first, and then to Washington.

It's exciting to think about it!

"Professor, can you kill those two dragons?" William asked again against the window.

Because of fear of the White Dragon, Hewen did not dare to ask for the Holy Grail, and William also had this kind of concern.

If the white dragon can escape once, there may be a second time. Maybe next time, two dragons will escape together.

It is indeed a safety hazard to keep it with you. The best way is to kill two dragons and study the Holy Grail safely.

"Cancel them." Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly: "According to my speculation, Merlin cannot kill them, so he trapped them in the Holy Grail with magic."

"Can you still borrow the power of the Red Dragon now?"

William shook his head. "No."

"That's right," Dumbledore explained.

"Merlin casts powerful magic on the Holy Grail. This suppression will be reduced only after the White Dragon escapes.

The red dragon will lend you the power and trap the white dragon again.

Once both dragons come back, the magic will re-run and completely suppress their power again."

William frowned. If he wanted to borrow the power of the Red Dragon again, he would have to release the White Dragon?

This is also too fucking.

Dumbledore stared into William's eyes, as if he knew what he was thinking.

"William, Death has given you guidance, so naturally he has his purpose."

The look on his face became solemn.

"But there are many powers in the world, some are kind, some are evil, some are stronger than me, some are still not in conflict, and I don't know the depth.

Never trust Death, the only thing you can trust is your own strength and the power of your companions.”

William nodded cautiously.

Dumbledore looked at the sky and sighed softly: "I am over 100 years old and I am old."

Not only me, but Newt is old.

It depends on you, Hermione, Harry, Cedric and other young people in the future.”

William said silently.

"Where are you going next?" Dumbledore blinked and smiled:

"Are you going to continue traveling around the world with Hermione, or go back to the UK to watch the World Cup?"

"I was about to tell you about this." William handed over a letter.

"Bertha said she saw the insect tail in Albania."
To be continued...