Chapter 2818 The Fleeing Wolf (1)

The wind has weakened, and the waves are still strong, but they have softened a lot. At least there is no weird sound in the cabin, like a ship about to break up.

After Van Helsing and I came out of the cabin, we came to the moving ship. No matter how we looked at it, the people on the ship did not look like ghosts.

But they are indeed. I saw the captain, the owner of the abandoned villa. He didn't look as crazy as the legend said. Instead, he was as energetic as in the portrait, and he was described as dead in people's descriptions.

Been there for decades.

The weather had been bad for the past three days. The ship was tossed about in maelstroms and storms, and everyone was too busy pitching the boat to pay attention to us. The second officer volunteered to steer the ship and keep watch, allowing the crew to get a few hours of sleep.

, only then did someone notice us.

Van Helsing claimed to be a doctor and I was his assistant, and the crew quickly accepted our new identities.

"Captain, you'd better come here." The first mate said to the captain, and then we came to the deck. The fog still lingered, and the rising sun could not penetrate it. But this was good news, because at least we could see

The sun has arrived.

Suddenly there was a blood-curdling scream in the cabin, and the captain and first mate returned to the crew's quarters. I heard something knocking around outside the cabin, making a knocking sound like a knock on the door.

This is in the middle of the sea. Who would "knock on the door" in the sea?

"Ghost!" a crew member suddenly shouted, "It's Bligh's ghost!"

Bligh was one of the missing crew members. Although some people would be swept away by the wind and waves, he disappeared on a calm night, and he was responsible for keeping watch that day.

Van Helsing suddenly began to knock on the cabin. After knocking for a while, the disturbing knocking sound outside disappeared. Everyone looked at him with either awe or fear.

"This is the custom in my hometown." Van Helsing said lightly.

The crew members became quiet, but still looked anxious. When they reached a place where no one was around, Van Helsing spoke to me quietly.

"The person who knocked on the cabin just now was our friend Dr. Self, and I agreed with him on the code for the knock." Van Helsing said.

I don't understand how a doctor could swim in the ocean and find our boat accurately.

Van Helsing said nothing else, but asked me to wait patiently, and all I could do was wait.

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There were three Ministers of Magic in 1752. The first was Albert Bute, who replaced Eldridge Diggory who died of dragon pox. He did not continue the Azkaban replacement left by Diggory.

plan.

The second was Basil Fleck, who was forced to temporarily take office due to Boot's mishandling of the goblin rebellion. He resigned after the werewolves and goblins united.

The third was Hesphaestus Goyle, although he was also a temporary minister as he suppressed the rebellion and later became a full minister, but his refusal to reform the werewolves led to more attacks

occur.

It was this Gower who hosted a broomstick match with the Italian Minister of Magic. From Aberdeen to Rome, the two sides fought in the Colosseum, triggering an explosion that almost destroyed the Colosseum. He was responsible for arranging the arrangements at the time.

Eurabella Nutley of Luggage and Portkey used the Restoration Charm to repair the Colosseum, and by the time the Muggles heard the explosion and arrived, the Colosseum had been repaired.

Gower later awarded Nutley the Order of Merlin, First Class, for her contribution to the international law of secrecy.

In addition, Gall also renovated and reinforced Azkaban.

"I'm sorry." Pomona raised his head, and a man wearing a round hat and soaked in snow said, "Are you Professor Sprout?"

"Please take a seat, Mr. Lee." Pomona said to Cecil Lee. "I'm sorry to call you at such a busy time."

"Don't worry, I'm nearby too," Cecil said, sitting on the chair opposite Pomona.

"Nearby?" Pomona said in surprise.

"You heard what my nephew said, there is a white wolf that has not been caught yet, and now white is a protective color for him." Cecil said.

Pomona's mood was extremely complicated.

At this time, they were in the Pig's Head Bar. Even if it was Christmas, many people did not go home to "enjoy" the dishes cooked by Aberforth, which at first glance seemed unappetizing.

"What do you want from me?" Cecil asked.

"Today is Christmas, and I want to ask you if you want to go to school to spend it with your nephew." Pomona asked.

Cecil was a little surprised, but he still answered politely.

"We were not close. It was only after his parents went to prison that I became his guardian."

"But you are the last relatives we have for each other," Pomona said.

"I will give him a gift later," said Cecil.

"No, it's not about the gift," Pomona said.

"Is he happy at school?" Cecil asked.

"He made some friends," Pomona said.

"What are they doing together?" Cecil asked with a smile.

Pomona felt that he was perfunctory. He didn't really care what his nephew and friends were doing, he just found a topic.

This kind of aloofness also exists in Barnaby. He doesn't want to get close to a certain person or group so that he doesn't seem lonely.

"He asked me if there was an antidote to the Unforgivable Curse," Madam Pomfrey said. "I was shocked and drove him away."

Pomona asked Madam Pomfrey why Barnaby went to the hospital wing, and this is what Madam Pomfrey told her.

Barnaby was not emotionless. When Mr. Lee asked him to execute Pitts with the Unforgivable Curse, he burst into tears.

"He met a girl," Pomona said.

Cecil laughed.

"Which college?" Cecil asked.

"No matter which college, she is a horned beast of burden." Pomona said.

Cecil looked a little shocked.

"He took care of her with a classmate named Liz Stewart," Pomona said, telling Cecil about what happened in Irondale not long ago.

"So, the girl named Liz is just a 'classmate'?" Cecil asked.

"I guess so." Pomona smiled, "But they seem to be hiding something from me."

Cecil thought incomprehensibly.

"Have you ever seen Barnaby use the Unforgivable Curse?" Pomona asked. "Similar to the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse."

"Any questions?" Cecil asked.

"He went to the hospital wing one day and asked our nurse for the antidote to the Unforgivable Curse," Pomona said.

"I'll ask," Cecil said seriously.

"How about today?"

Cecil was silent.

"I know it's an unlucky question to ask at Christmas," Pomona said, "but you are his guardian and his only relative."

Cecil sighed secretly, "You won't give up until you achieve your goal, right?"

Pomona smiled and nodded.

"I want to tell the others to please wait a moment," Cecil said, then got up and left the Hog's Head Bar.

"What do you want?" Aberforth came over and asked.

"No, we'll leave right away." Pomona smiled at him, "Would you like to come to school for Christmas too? Aberforth."

"My only relative is not here anymore." Aberforth smiled sarcastically and walked away.

Pomona looked at the bar. There was a picture next to the mirror. It was of a boy. He looked sad and unhappy.

"Long wait." Cecil said, "Let's go."

Pomona stood up and followed Cecil out of the Hog's Head Bar.

She looked back at the photo, trying to remember his name.

He did not leave his name in the history books, but Pomona remembered him as Credence Barebone, a Dumbledore parasitized by the Obscurus.
Chapter completed!