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Vincent showed no curiosity about Regulus' words.

"Everyone thinks that the enemy they face is the most terrifying one." The old wizard said with a smile, "Maybe it's because they haven't seen other more terrifying guys... If nothing else, you must have heard of Glinde The name is Wo, right?"

"I've heard that a dark wizard was defeated by Dumbledore before he could invade Britain." Regulus replied truthfully, "It is said that he has been imprisoned in the prison since 1945. Nurmengard.”

"Look, you have no idea how much influence Gellert Grindelwald had on the entire European continent at that time." Vincent shook his head slightly and sighed, "It has only been four or fifty years, and people have... I can’t remember what happened before, let alone what happened hundreds of years ago... Young man, I’m not criticizing you, after all, you haven’t experienced that era.”

Regulus shrugged. He was not going to argue with Vincent about who was the most terrifying dark wizard, Voldemort or Grindelwald.

Fortunately, the old wizard also had the same plan.

"Now, I can guess where you are going... Albania, right?" Vincent narrowed his left eye, "That's a good place. I suggest you enjoy tonight, eat, drink, and play. Anything is fine, and then take a good rest and don’t treat your body badly.”

"What do you mean?" Regulus asked inexplicably.

"You'll find out when you go there." Vincent said mysteriously.

After saying that, the old wizard turned and left. After taking only two steps, his slightly hunched figure disappeared without a trace, as if melting into the air.

Regulus glanced at Gilles de Rey's portrait again, only to find that the portrait had turned into a landscape painting, just as Vincent said.

Early the next morning, Regulus set out on his journey.

Traveling from France to Italy is easy, and portkey dealers can be found everywhere.

Here, as long as you have gold galleons, you can do whatever you want.

In addition, the Italian Ministry of Magic is known for its loose management and serious corruption, and it turns a blind eye to these things.

From Paris to Lyon, then to Milan, Florence, and finally to Rome, Regulus spent less than two hours in total, and most of that time was spent waiting for the door key to be activated.

The Colosseum, one of Italy's landmark buildings, is visited by tourists from all over the world.

The Muggles who were taking pictures did not notice that Regulus landed quietly on the lawn.

There happened to be a tour group passing by next to him, and the young female tour guide was introducing the history of the Colosseum to the tourists.

"...The Colosseum was built under the order of Emperor Vespasianus. It was built in ancient Rome to please the victorious generals and soldiers and to praise the great ancient Roman Empire. It was built in the Golden Palace of another Roman emperor Nero. 'Built on the original site during the reign of his son Titus, it is one of the iconic buildings of the ancient Roman Empire..."

Regulus had read fragments of Muggle duels in some old books.

Its cruelty is unimaginable even to many wizards.

Sometimes, he even thought that those wizards who were under Avada's Kedavra just saw a green light and fell into the realm of death. Soon, they didn't even feel the pain.

And those Muggle gladiators...

"... After nearly 2000 years, the Colosseum can still preserve most of its structures, which can be said to be a miracle in history..." This is how the dedicated tour guide explained to the tour group.

Regulus secretly felt a little funny about this.

The Muggles didn't know that the magnificent building behind them had been completely destroyed.

That was in 1754, when the British Minister of Magic, Hesphaestus Gore, hosted a competition with the Italian Minister of Magic.

The rules are simple. Each country sends a rider to race on his own broomstick from Aberdeenshire, England, to Rome, Italy.

Britain sent the legendary Scottish rider Torquill MacTavish, while Italy sent Torquill's old enemy, Silvio Astolfi.

The competition was scheduled to be held at night in order to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles, and ministers, representatives of the Ministry of Magic and their respective supporters from both countries gathered at the Colosseum, which was designated as the end point of the competition.

The strength of the two was almost the same, so when they made the final sprint towards the Colosseum, the supporters were extremely excited.

I don’t know who started it. In short, after the tight strings suddenly broke, the high-spirited supporters released spells on each other’s people. What was originally a friendly match between the two countries turned into a large-scale of melee.

The two riders originally planned to greet the cheers of the supporters, but as soon as they reached the finish line, they were "welcome" with a lot of random spells. Silvio was turned into a chicken, and Torquill was hit. A knee-turning spell was performed, and the kneecap was moved to the back of the calf.

No one cared what became of their riders, and the conflict intensified. Finally, a powerful explosion occurred, and the ancient Roman Colosseum, which had stood for thousands of years, was blown into a pile of ruins.

People finally calmed down and looked at the ruined Colosseum, helpless.

At this time, Orabella Nutley, a staff member of the Office for the Abuse of Magic, stood up. She was originally responsible for preparing the door keys and handling luggage for this event, but she became a well-deserved one in this incident. hero.

She used a spell she invented to repair some of the blown-out pillars.

The Minister of Magic, Al Gore, grasped at straws and hurriedly asked Nutley, along with other officials present, to teach them how to use this spell called "Repair".

Finally, before the Muggles who were alerted by the explosion rushed to the scene, the wizards restored the Colosseum to its original state.

The Muggles only saw a few men in weird clothes trying to appease an angry rooster. They didn't pay much attention to it and regarded it as a drunken man going crazy.

Orabella Nutley received a first-class medal of the Order of Merlin. The spell "repair as before" was also included in the Charms textbook and became a required course for wizards in various countries.

Regulus did not stay in Rome any longer than he stayed in Florence to enjoy the Tuscan sun.

Ten minutes later, he appeared in a rundown tavern in the Italian coastal city of Bari.

It was still early, and before the locals came out to have fun, he was the only guest in the house.

"No one goes to Albania." The waiter with a big beard and a pipe in his mouth brought two bottles of butterbeer and some snacks, and said to Regulus in Italian, "It doesn't matter whether you are a wizard or a Muggle. People from other countries are not welcome in Albania. What are you doing there again?”

"Travel." Regulus said simply, "Where I come from, there are many legends about Albania...the Forgotten Land and so on. I think this is very attractive to people who like adventure."

"Travel? Hahahaha... everyone says so." The waiter exhaled a breath of choking smoke and laughed, "Then I have to advise you to plan your route carefully. Did you use the portkey to come here? Hehe... …That’s the end of it, no portkey dealer will take the job in Albania, they want to make galleons, but no one is willing to pay for it with their life.”

"Then how should I get there?"

"Go southeast from here, look for the boat heading in that direction, and then apparate over to it when it is close to the coastline." The receptionist said angrily, "The most people use this method, it is safe and reliable, and it is not easy to be fooled. Discovered. In the past, there were several wizards from Persia who insisted on riding a flying carpet together, but the Muggles shot them down with some of their 'anti-aircraft guns', which completely embarrassed the wizards."

Valley</span>According to the receptionist's suggestion, Regulus boarded a cruise ship bound for Greece, and used it as a springboard to successfully apparate to a beach.

The beach was deserted, and only the sound of the deep blue waves of the Adriatic Sea could be heard washing against the stubborn rocks.

Walking further in, there are rugged rocks and shrubs growing haphazardly on the low hills, and the sea breeze brings a faint fishy smell.

There are no residents and no tourists.

If it weren't for those ugly but sturdy bunkers on the ground, Regulus would really think that this place was just like the legend, and that no one had ever set foot there.

Those bunkers are abandoned and overgrown with weeds, and some small animals even use them as their own nests.

He quickly chose a direction, leaving the coastline and preparing to climb the hill in front of him.

This also announced that his real journey had begun.

Unfortunately, the harvest on the first day was disappointing. In the wilderness of Albania, there were bunkers everywhere, with nothing but people inside. In one bunker, Regulus found a locked box. But when he opened it, he found that it was full of rotten Muggle banknotes.

Another bunker has become the nest of evil spirits. These animals, which are native to the Black Forest of Germany and like to eat children, have somehow appeared in Albania, thousands of miles away.

They had obviously not tasted human flesh for so long that after seeing Regulus, they immediately decided to attack, but they did not realize how terrifying the wizard in front of them was.

The battle lasted for about five seconds, and all the evil spirits in the bunker were easily burned to the ground by Regulus.

In the evening, Regulus set up his traveling tent on the edge of the forest and cast a protective spell around it.

The only thing he was thankful for was that he followed Vincent's advice. Before leaving France, he purchased a large amount of extra food and stored it in his briefcase that had a traceless stretching spell cast on it.

The next day the weather turned cloudy and then started to rain, making exploring even more difficult.

On the third day, he finally saw living people. They were several Muggle rangers. They looked very lazy and not interested in their work.

On the fourth day, Regulus watched helplessly as a wild boar was blown into a ball of rotten flesh by a powerful explosion while crossing the grass.

This made him more vigilant.

He did see some of those metal can-like things along the way, but he didn't expect them to be so powerful.

If you accidentally step on it, it may be equivalent to being caught off guard and hit by a blasting curse.

He remembered what the Italian bartender had said before, that several Persian wizards were beaten to death or injured by Muggle weapons. At that time, he only took it as a joke and didn't take it to heart at all.

"It seems that wizards know too little about Muggles."

The rain has lasted for more than a week, and everything is wet. "Waterproof and moisture-proof" has become Regulus's most commonly used spell. He has to cast it on himself every half hour, from head to home.

"Merlin, what on earth is this country doing? Apart from bunkers, do they have anything else..."

At night, Regulus lay in the tent and talked to himself.

Not to mention cities, after such a long journey, he didn't even find a decent village.

If this continues, he won't have enough food.

He had just tried roasting rabbit, but regrettably found that he was not good at cooking, and the roasted rabbit meat was as delicious as Xenophilius Lovegood's freshwater fish soup.

Regulus was a little envious of Sirius. After turning into a dog with an Animagus, at least he could eat raw meat with relish.

At this moment, the looking glass placed beside the bed suddenly rotated and emitted a bright light.

Regulus quickly jumped up from the bed, put away the tent, cast a disillusionment spell and hid in the bushes not far away, green flames ignited in his eyes, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

There were wizards, three in total, about 50 meters away from his current location.

He had no intention of showing up and chatting with these "similar people" who suddenly appeared.

Soon, the wizards walked through the woods and came to the open space where he had just set up the tent. The leader sniffed.

"It's a bit strange, please wait a moment."

He gestured for his companion to stop.

Through the faint moonlight, Regulus saw that the wizard looked like an acquaintance.

"What's the matter, Scabior?" his accomplice asked doubtfully, his wand carelessly thrust into his pocket.

"There's the smell of something burning here..." Scabior sniffed hard again, then took out his wand and said: "Luminescent flash!"

His two accomplices followed suit and illuminated the surroundings with their wands.

Soon, they discovered something.

Scabior found the roasted rabbit that Regulus had thrown away under a tree.

"It's still a little warm, there should be someone nearby." He looked at the rabbit, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes flashing with animalistic ferocity, "Since we came here, how long has it been since we had a good meal?"

The other two people also laughed in agreement.

"Quick, look for it!" Scabior gave the order, and the people immediately split up and took action.

Regulus remembered what Lupine had said, that these former gangsters had been turned into werewolves by Fenrir Greyback.

I just don’t know why they came all the way to Albania after they were released from Azkaban.

He rose silently from the bushes and followed Scabior's direction.