"Where are your tickets?"

Before entering the Phoenix Opera House, William and Hermione were stopped by the guards.

"This is our document."

Hermione pulled out her wand from her pocket, and at the same time she shook two pieces of white paper, completely blank.

"Give it." She handed the paper to the guard, waved the wand again and again, "confusing the public."

The guard staggered like he was drunk, blinked, shook his head, then focused, and looked at the blank paper for a while.

"Ah!" he screamed and pointed at William and said, "You are the godfather of the mafia Corleon... and are coming to set fire..."

William: “…”

The guard hurriedly trotted and prepared to get the walkie-talkie on the table.

Hermione hurriedly waved her wand again.

The guard gradually calmed down, stopped and said in a daze: "Oh, you are from MI6 in the UK."

He panicked again, "What, Corleon is listening to the opera inside, and is ready to set fire to the Phoenix Opera House?"

"That's right." William ordered, "Take us to the administrator now."

The guard left in a hurry, and the two followed him.

William lowered his voice and taught: "Hermione, when casting a confusion spell, he must be fully focused.

Also, the confusion curse can only target a single target, and you must be proficient in the movements.

Otherwise, it will lead to the person who cumming the curse, who understands what you mean by mistake, just now."

Confusion mantra is a very practical mantra, but it is also difficult to release the powerful confusion mantra.

If used properly, it is comparable to the Soul-Snatching Curse, but it is not illegal. There are no sequelae of Soul-Snatching Curse.

Hermione listened carefully and nodded slightly.

This was the first time she used a confusion spell on people. William had taught her that she had used several French spirit cats when she practiced her skills several times.

That's right, after the Dementor's Little Black Robe, the Spirit Cat finally became a tool cat.

The three of them were free for a whole year, and they didn't act cute every day, eating a lot of cat food, or sleeping.

He is already quite thin, with a body full of tendons and flesh, and is clearly visible, now he looks like a fat tiger.

William asked Hermione to practice with them and let them run on the treadmill.

It would be great if you had a bobo tea and an orange pig. No matter how many, William couldn't afford it.

When they walked to the office, the guard knocked on the door. After obtaining permission, the three of them walked in.

This time, when Hermione didn't let her move, William waved his wand. The administrator didn't move too much, but just stood up enthusiastically with a flash of eyes.

"Mr. Stark!"

An Italian man walked over with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Mirshat," he said, with a passionate English with an accent. He was thin, somewhat bald, wearing very pedantic glasses, and a gray top.

"There are really mafia in the opera house?"

"Yes," William said, holding Mirshaut's hand, "forgive us for being in a hurry, but we must deal with it now."

"Of course!" Mirshat had no doubt at all.

"Is there a lagoon under the Opera House?" Hermione asked.

"Lago?" he thought for a moment, shook his head, "No."

"Is there any deep well or something? Or a reservoir?"

Mirshat pondered for a moment and nodded, "There is indeed a very ancient underground well that has not been used for many years. It is said to lead to the groundwater of Venice."

"Can you take us there?"

"What does this have to do with the mafia?" said the administrator in a daze.

William waved his wand and said, "The explosives are hidden there."

Mirshat didn't speak anymore and took the initiative to walk towards the depths of the opera house.

Everyone walked quickly through a small open space, passed the entrance of ordinary tourists, continued to move forward, and came to a remote foyer.

There are three sunken archways here, black and without any light.

"Just here, follow the left archway to the end, there is a small room that was used to fetch water, but it was abandoned later."

Mirshat handed over a rusty key, William put it away and said, "I'll leave it to us."

Mirshat turned and left, William and Hermione continued along the archway.

At the end of the archway, a small house indeed appeared.

William inserted the key and broke the keyhole because of rust.

"Let me do it." Hermione held the wand and pointed it at the keyhole.

"Araho hole opens!"

The worn door was opened and the two entered the room.

William's wand was raised, and a ray of light illuminated the dark space.

The room was filled with dust and a well in the middle. The sound of water flowing through the stones was as clear as daylight.

"How can we go down?" Hermione bent down and looked downward.

The entrance of the well is narrow and can only accommodate one person at a time, and the gondola cannot be used.

"Use gill cyst." she suggested.

William nodded slightly.

There is a dragon below, and neither the gondola nor the bubbly curse are safe.

He took out two gray-green plants from the safety table.

This was what I wanted from Namelia when I left her.

He handed Hermione one, and William swallowed another one by himself.

The taste is very weird and smooth, like the tentacles of an octopus.

"I'll go down first, there's no danger, you'll come down." William took off his shoes and jumped in from the wellhead.

After falling into the cold water, just a few seconds later, he felt two narrow cracks appear under his ears.

Open and close in the water... like gills!

Water flows smoothly through the gills, transporting oxygen into the brain.

William looked down and looked at it. His hands looked a little green under the water, and there were webs between his fingers.

My feet have also become longer and webbeds appear between my toes... It looks like a Momo Keda duck.

After a while, Hermione jumped down.

"Walk!"

The two of them tangled in the water for a while, like two mermaids, swimming towards the depths of the lagoon.

...

...

In the darkness, a huge stone floated in the sea.

Just as the sound of thunder echoed, it came from some huge monster, snoring sounds of snoring.

A huge white dragon lay on the stone, sleeping undisturbed.

The white dragon's wings were gathered together and lay on the ground like a huge bat.

Widths of liquid emerged from its sharp teeth and nostrils. When it was sleeping, the water in its abdomen was not so fast.

The white dragon suddenly opened his eyes and felt a familiar aura approaching.

Merlin's goblet!

The white dragon raised his head and was surprised to find that during its sleep, the magic that had been trapping it... disappeared!

Seven hundred years ago, because of human arrogance, the white dragon escaped from the goblet.

But after flooding an island, he was trapped underwater by a cup again.

Now the confinement of magic suddenly disappeared. Who helped it untie the magic?!

White Dragon doesn't know.

But it could clearly feel that the Holy Grail was approaching. Is there another wizard ready to trap it?

The white dragon curled his body and let out a thunderous roar.
To be continued...