Perish, You Foolish Humans!
Where are your tickets?
Before they even entered the Phoenix Opera House, William and Hermione were stopped by the doorman.
"These are our identification documents."
Hermione pulled her wand from her pocket and waved two blank sheets of paper at the same time.
"Here." She handed the paper to the doorman, then waved her wand again, " To Confundus Charm."
The security guard staggered as if he were drunk, blinked, shook his head, and then focused intently on the blank paper for a while.
"Ah!" he screamed, pointing at William, "You're Corleone, the Godfather of the Mafia... coming to set fires..."
William: "..."
The security guard hurriedly jogged over to grab the walkie-talkie from the table.
Hermione hurriedly waved her wand again.
The guard gradually calmed down, stopped, and said in a daze, "Oh, you're from United Kingdom MI6."
He exclaimed in panic, "What? Corleone is inside listening to opera, planning to set fire to the Phoenix Opera House later?"
"That's right," William instructed, "Now take us to see the administrator."
The gatekeeper hurried away, with the two men following behind him.
William lowered his voice and instructed, "Hermione, you must be completely focused when casting the Confundus Charm."
Also, the Confundus Charm can only target a single enemy, so you need to practice the technique.
Otherwise, it will lead to the cursed person misunderstanding your meaning, just like before.
The Confundus Charm is a very useful spell, but a powerful Confundus Charm is also very difficult to cast.
When used correctly, it's comparable to Imperius Curse, but it's not illegal and doesn't have the same side Imperius Curse.
Hermione listened attentively and nodded slightly.
This was the first time she had used the Confundus Charm on a person. William had taught her before, and she had practiced several times using a few France Matagot.
That's right, following the Dementor in his Little Black Robe, the Matagot has finally become a tool cat as well.
The three of them lived a carefree life for a whole year, spending their days either being cute, eating lots of cat food, or sleeping.
He used to be quite lean, with a beautiful physique and well-defined muscles, but now he looks like Gian.
William then had Hermione practice on them, making them run on a treadmill.
One orange tabby and one Bobocha are enough for William; he simply can't afford any more.
Upon arriving at the office, the security guard knocked on the door, and after receiving permission, the three went inside.
This time, Hermione didn't have to lift a finger; William waved his wand. The warden didn't make any big movements, just glanced around briefly, and then stood up enthusiastically.
"Mr. Stark!"
An Italy man walked over with a beaming smile.
"Hello, my name is Mirshat," he said, his accented English full of enthusiasm. He was thin, balding, wore scholarly glasses, and a gray shirt.
"Are there really Mafia members at the opera house?"
"That's right," William said, shaking Mirshat's hand, "Forgive us for coming in such a hurry, but we must get to work now."
"Of course!" Mirshat had no doubt whatsoever.
"Is there a lagoon beneath the opera house?" Hermione asked.
"A lagoon?" He pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "No."
Are there any deep wells or reservoirs there?
Mirshat pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "There is indeed a very old underground well, unused for many years. It is said to lead to the underground water supply in Venice."
"Can you take us there?"
"What does this have to do with the Mafia?" the administrator asked, puzzled.
William waved his wand and said, "The explosives are hidden there."
Mirshat said nothing more and walked deeper into the opera house.
They walked quickly across a small open space, past the regular tourist entrance, and continued forward to a secluded Entrance Hall.
There are three sunken archways here, pitch black and without any light.
"Right here, follow the archway on the left to the end, there's a small room that used to be used for fetching water, but it's been abandoned."
Mirshat handed over a rusty key, which William took, saying, "Leave this to us."
Mirshat turned and left, while William and Hermione continued along the archway.
Sure enough, at the end of the road, a small house appeared.
William inserted the key, but before he could turn it, it broke off in the lock due to rust.
"Let me do it." Hermione picked up her wand and aimed it at the keyhole.
"Alohomora!"
The dilapidated door was opened, and the two entered the room.
William raised his wand, and a ray of light illuminated the dark space.
The room was covered in dust, with a well in the center. The sound of water flowing over the stones and echoing upwards was as clear as day.
"How do we get down?" Hermione bent down and looked down into the well.
The well's entrance is narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, making it unsuitable for gondola use.
"Let's use Gillyweed," she suggested.
William nodded slightly.
A dragon lurks below; neither the gondola nor the Bubble-Head Charm is safe.
He took two gray-green plants out of the Safety Watch.
This is what I got from Nymeria when I left.
He handed Hermione one, and William swallowed one himself.
The taste was very strange, slippery, like octopus tentacles.
"I'll go down first. It's safe there. You can come down after that." William took off his shoes and jumped into the well.
After falling into the icy water, only a few seconds later, he felt two narrow cracks appear below his ears.
It opens and closes in the water... just like gills!
Water flows smoothly through the gills, delivering oxygen to the brain.
William glanced down; his hands appeared somewhat greenish underwater, with webbing between his fingers.
Its legs have grown longer, and webbed toes have appeared... It looks like a cute Psyduck.
After a while, Hermione jumped down as well.
"Walk!"
The two entwined in the water for a while, like two Merpeople, and swam towards the depths of the lagoon.
In the darkness, a huge rock floats in the sea.
The sound echoed like thunder; it came from some enormous monster, the snoring of its nose.
A huge white dragon lay on the rock, sleeping undisturbed.
The white dragon folded its wings and lay on the ground like an enormous bat.
A trickle of liquid oozed from its sharp teeth and nostrils; while it slept, the flow of water in its belly was not so fast.
The white dragon suddenly opened its eyes, sensing a familiar presence approaching.
Merlin's Goblet!
The white dragon raised its head and was pleasantly surprised to find that the magic that had bound it during its slumber... had vanished!
Seven hundred years ago, because of human arrogance, the white dragon escaped from the goblet.
But after submerging an island, it was once again trapped underwater by a cup.
The magical restraints have suddenly vanished. Who broke the spell?!
Bai Long didn't know.
But it could clearly sense the Holy Grail approaching. Was another wizard preparing to trap it?
The white dragon coiled its body and let out a thunderous roar.
It wants to completely destroy the Holy Grail, and send Merlin to hell!
The white dragon slapped the water with its steel-like wings, bent its head back, and spewed out jets of water.
It spread its wings and flew upwards along the deep seabed. As it flapped its wings, the flowing water instantly turned into steam.
Destroy, wizard!
Destroy, humanity!
Destroy the world!
Deep beneath the St Mark's Campanile,
The light of the curse continued to shine.
"You're no match for me, Trene," Martell broke the spell and laughed loudly. "You don't really think I'm unprepared, do you?"
Trene waved her wand, and a red whip lashed through the air, but the fallen Inferi rose again from the ground.
She even saw many familiar faces.
They were all wizards adopted by Martell and tasked with carrying out his missions.
But Martell used Dark Magic to turn them all into Inferi.
"Give me the Goblet of Fire right now," Martell said coldly. "I might spare your life..."
"And then turn me into Inferi too?" Trene shouted.
Martell brandished his wand, directing the Inferi to continue their attack.
Trene was immediately overwhelmed.
Just then, a deafening roar came from the distant depths of the underground.
It was as if a tsunami had struck.
Martell's expression changed, and he exclaimed in horror, "Damn it, how did that monster wake up...?"
Trene tossed a wine glass over. "Here you go!"
Taking advantage of Martell's brief pause, she tilted her wand, blasting open a hole, and leaped into the underground lake.
Martell happily accepted the cup, but his expression changed.
This Goblet of Fire is... fake!
At the bottom of the cup, there is also a row of printed words:
Made in England!
1994!
Where did Trene hide the real Goblet of Fire?!
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