Chapter 553 Half-Day Tour of Venice
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Admired by Fred and George, Bill is also curious about Vincent.
Not being able to win a house cup for Gryffindor during his school days is something he still regrets until now.
"He is the apprentice of Your Excellency Nico, and he should participate in next year's Alchemy Exchange Competition?"
Fred pointed to the club badge on his chest that was always on,
"This is a magic camera that he made overnight. When an improved version that can be recorded comes out, I think it is possible for him to be a referee."
Bill waved at it, "Can this little thing really capture a whole frame like a Muggle camera?"
"Yes, I tried it with the VCR at home."
While he was amazed, a wizard in a suit approached the Weasleys with a camera.
"Director Arthur Weasley?"
Arthur, who was discussing with Molly whether to go to the pyramid, looked over suspiciously.
The tall, thin man with glasses seemed to be a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and he was the one who took a picture of the couple when they received their bonus last time.
"Martin? I didn't expect to meet you here."
The male reporter smiled, "Yeah, what a coincidence.
The newspaper sent me over to see if there was any progress in the interpretation of Cuiyulu, and I was ready to return in vain. "
Arthur shook hands with him politely, "Your newspaper is short of news recently?"
"Well, the news these days is all about speculation about Gilderoy Lockhart's final judgment, and the editors who everyone cares about the most won't allow it to be reported."
Things at the end of Knockturn Alley are over, but the deception carefully arranged by the wizard card is not over yet.
But the masters activated their money-making ability, and the wizarding newspapers all over the UK dared to report on "The Quibbler".
"Each has its own difficulties." Arthur recalled another raid on black magic items some time ago.
Only one year has passed, and the amount seized is more than last year.
"By the way, Mr. Weasley." Martin raised the camera in his hand,
"Since it's so predestined, why don't I take a photo of your family?"
"Tomorrow's headlines?"
He smiled awkwardly, "The editor-in-chief has assigned a death mission, but there has been no new interpretation of this Jade Record in recent decades."
The reporter was too honest.
If it were Rita Skeeter, she would be able to write a piece of news that shocked the world's magic world in less than two hours.
Arthur looked at Molly, and agreed to the request after getting her consent.
The nine members of the Weasley family all faced the three magnificent pyramids with their backs.
Ron held Bamboo in his palm.
Fred, who was standing next to him, yelled strangely, "Oh, baby Ronnie, are you going to praise Percy's abandoned pet as the most honorable mouse in the wizarding world?"
"Hey! Banban is also a part of our family!"
Seeing his ears turn red quickly, Fred didn't tease him anymore, "Okay, I know you cherish your little baby."
Ron turned his head away and approached Molly.
"Okay, everyone behave naturally!" Martin put his index finger on the shutter.
By the time the Weasleys were smiling and looking at the camera, he had snapped a photo that would fit on the front page of a newspaper. …………
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Venice is a famous tourist destination in northeastern Italy and is known as one of the most romantic cities in the world.
It is a city built on water. The urban area covers more than 117 artificial islands along the coast of the Adriatic Sea, and there are [-] criss-crossing waterways.
The architecture, painting, sculpture, opera, etc. here have an extremely important position and influence in the world.
At the end of June, St. Mark's Square was crowded with people, and the Wayne family regretted it as soon as they entered.
After all, it is a tourist attraction, so squeeze as much as you can.
The square is not too big, and you can walk around in half an hour.
From St. Mark's Basilica, they boarded the reconstructed St. Mark's bell tower ahead.
Vincent looked at the tourists queuing up outside the square for boating.
"Mom and Dad, I remember that there weren't so many people when we came, right?"
Eric shrugged. "Travel season is like this."
Forget about Rome and Milan, Florence should be better.
As for Sicily...
"Dad, have you ever dealt with the Mafia?"
"I don't." Eric paused, "But the old man does.
He said he was robbed by a family when he was young, so he led the crew to fight them. "
Vincent gasped.
Unexpectedly, the kind and amiable grandpa was so fierce.
"and after?"
"Later, he went to his base and almost killed the boss of that family."
"They didn't come back with revenge?"
"It should have been resolved. I remember that before I went to Eton to study, I never saw anyone in a suit come to make trouble."
"Hiss—" Vincent felt that his brain was a little short of oxygen.
No wonder Dad believed in big fists as the last word, it turned out to be inherited from the old man.
Descending from the bell tower, the Wayne family walked to the opposite San Marco library.
The long arcade erected by classical columns outside is a good place for shade, and the relief decoration inside is also full of artistic atmosphere.
Evelyn seemed particularly excited when she climbed the stairs.
In contrast, Wayne and his son followed her idly.
There is only a library on the first floor, and I just walked around for almost an hour.
"Are you impatient?"
"No no, absolutely no!"
They descended another staircase to the part of the square dedicated to shops.
Eric ignored Vincent's naughty eyes and walked straight past an open-air pizzeria.
There is a coffee shop in front, and Evelyn also ignores it.
Goodbye pineapple pizza!
Goodbye, Iced Americano!
When it was almost evening, a family of three walked out of the souvenir shop.
There are not many tourists left in the square.
"Go back?" Eric held four or five shopping bags in both hands, "The only means of transportation in this place are bicycles and boats."
Evelyn looked down at the skirt on her body, "That's not a boat, it's called a 'Gondola', and it's a slender hand rowing boat."
When you come, take the water bus, and when you leave, you have to experience the gondola.
50 euros for an hour, which is about the same as the bus price.
The boatman was very talkative, "You should go to Murano Island, where there are more than 100 glass factories.
There is also Burano Island, where all the houses on it are painted in bright colors, just like the Rainbow Island in fairy tales. "
He could already see the train station, and he was still talking to the Wayne family about more attractions.
"Thank you, we will definitely check it out next time."
Seeing a family of three resolutely walk into the station, the hospitable boatman can only express regret.
On the train back to Campo Galliano, Eric squinted and opened his wallet.
St. Mark's Square is free to open, but the bell tower and library need to be charged.
Coupled with the somewhat expensive souvenirs, more than 300 euros were lost in one day.
……
……
. .
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Not being able to win a house cup for Gryffindor during his school days is something he still regrets until now.
"He is the apprentice of Your Excellency Nico, and he should participate in next year's Alchemy Exchange Competition?"
Fred pointed to the club badge on his chest that was always on,
"This is a magic camera that he made overnight. When an improved version that can be recorded comes out, I think it is possible for him to be a referee."
Bill waved at it, "Can this little thing really capture a whole frame like a Muggle camera?"
"Yes, I tried it with the VCR at home."
While he was amazed, a wizard in a suit approached the Weasleys with a camera.
"Director Arthur Weasley?"
Arthur, who was discussing with Molly whether to go to the pyramid, looked over suspiciously.
The tall, thin man with glasses seemed to be a reporter from the Daily Prophet, and he was the one who took a picture of the couple when they received their bonus last time.
"Martin? I didn't expect to meet you here."
The male reporter smiled, "Yeah, what a coincidence.
The newspaper sent me over to see if there was any progress in the interpretation of Cuiyulu, and I was ready to return in vain. "
Arthur shook hands with him politely, "Your newspaper is short of news recently?"
"Well, the news these days is all about speculation about Gilderoy Lockhart's final judgment, and the editors who everyone cares about the most won't allow it to be reported."
Things at the end of Knockturn Alley are over, but the deception carefully arranged by the wizard card is not over yet.
But the masters activated their money-making ability, and the wizarding newspapers all over the UK dared to report on "The Quibbler".
"Each has its own difficulties." Arthur recalled another raid on black magic items some time ago.
Only one year has passed, and the amount seized is more than last year.
"By the way, Mr. Weasley." Martin raised the camera in his hand,
"Since it's so predestined, why don't I take a photo of your family?"
"Tomorrow's headlines?"
He smiled awkwardly, "The editor-in-chief has assigned a death mission, but there has been no new interpretation of this Jade Record in recent decades."
The reporter was too honest.
If it were Rita Skeeter, she would be able to write a piece of news that shocked the world's magic world in less than two hours.
Arthur looked at Molly, and agreed to the request after getting her consent.
The nine members of the Weasley family all faced the three magnificent pyramids with their backs.
Ron held Bamboo in his palm.
Fred, who was standing next to him, yelled strangely, "Oh, baby Ronnie, are you going to praise Percy's abandoned pet as the most honorable mouse in the wizarding world?"
"Hey! Banban is also a part of our family!"
Seeing his ears turn red quickly, Fred didn't tease him anymore, "Okay, I know you cherish your little baby."
Ron turned his head away and approached Molly.
"Okay, everyone behave naturally!" Martin put his index finger on the shutter.
By the time the Weasleys were smiling and looking at the camera, he had snapped a photo that would fit on the front page of a newspaper. …………
……
Venice is a famous tourist destination in northeastern Italy and is known as one of the most romantic cities in the world.
It is a city built on water. The urban area covers more than 117 artificial islands along the coast of the Adriatic Sea, and there are [-] criss-crossing waterways.
The architecture, painting, sculpture, opera, etc. here have an extremely important position and influence in the world.
At the end of June, St. Mark's Square was crowded with people, and the Wayne family regretted it as soon as they entered.
After all, it is a tourist attraction, so squeeze as much as you can.
The square is not too big, and you can walk around in half an hour.
From St. Mark's Basilica, they boarded the reconstructed St. Mark's bell tower ahead.
Vincent looked at the tourists queuing up outside the square for boating.
"Mom and Dad, I remember that there weren't so many people when we came, right?"
Eric shrugged. "Travel season is like this."
Forget about Rome and Milan, Florence should be better.
As for Sicily...
"Dad, have you ever dealt with the Mafia?"
"I don't." Eric paused, "But the old man does.
He said he was robbed by a family when he was young, so he led the crew to fight them. "
Vincent gasped.
Unexpectedly, the kind and amiable grandpa was so fierce.
"and after?"
"Later, he went to his base and almost killed the boss of that family."
"They didn't come back with revenge?"
"It should have been resolved. I remember that before I went to Eton to study, I never saw anyone in a suit come to make trouble."
"Hiss—" Vincent felt that his brain was a little short of oxygen.
No wonder Dad believed in big fists as the last word, it turned out to be inherited from the old man.
Descending from the bell tower, the Wayne family walked to the opposite San Marco library.
The long arcade erected by classical columns outside is a good place for shade, and the relief decoration inside is also full of artistic atmosphere.
Evelyn seemed particularly excited when she climbed the stairs.
In contrast, Wayne and his son followed her idly.
There is only a library on the first floor, and I just walked around for almost an hour.
"Are you impatient?"
"No no, absolutely no!"
They descended another staircase to the part of the square dedicated to shops.
Eric ignored Vincent's naughty eyes and walked straight past an open-air pizzeria.
There is a coffee shop in front, and Evelyn also ignores it.
Goodbye pineapple pizza!
Goodbye, Iced Americano!
When it was almost evening, a family of three walked out of the souvenir shop.
There are not many tourists left in the square.
"Go back?" Eric held four or five shopping bags in both hands, "The only means of transportation in this place are bicycles and boats."
Evelyn looked down at the skirt on her body, "That's not a boat, it's called a 'Gondola', and it's a slender hand rowing boat."
When you come, take the water bus, and when you leave, you have to experience the gondola.
50 euros for an hour, which is about the same as the bus price.
The boatman was very talkative, "You should go to Murano Island, where there are more than 100 glass factories.
There is also Burano Island, where all the houses on it are painted in bright colors, just like the Rainbow Island in fairy tales. "
He could already see the train station, and he was still talking to the Wayne family about more attractions.
"Thank you, we will definitely check it out next time."
Seeing a family of three resolutely walk into the station, the hospitable boatman can only express regret.
On the train back to Campo Galliano, Eric squinted and opened his wallet.
St. Mark's Square is free to open, but the bell tower and library need to be charged.
Coupled with the somewhat expensive souvenirs, more than 300 euros were lost in one day.
……
……
. .
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
