v5 Chapter 21： Destroy, foolish human beings!

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"Where are your tickets?"

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

"This is our document."

Hermione drew her wand from her pocket and shook two sheets of white, completely blank paper at the same time.

"Here." She handed the paper to the doorman and waved her wand again and again. "Confusion."

The doorman staggered like he was drunk, blinked, shook his head, then focused, and stared at the blank piece of paper for a while.

"Ah!" he screamed, pointing at William. "You are the godfather of the mafia, Corleone... coming to set fire..."

William: "..."

The doorman hurriedly trotted to get the walkie-talkie on the table.

Hermione hurriedly waved her wand again.

The guard gradually calmed down, stopped, and said confusedly, "Oh, you are from MI6."

He panicked again and said: "What, Corleone is listening to the opera inside, planning to set fire to Phoenix Opera House later?"

"That's right," William ordered. "Now take us to the administrator."

The doorman left in a hurry, the two following behind him.

William lowered his voice and taught, "Hermione, when casting the Confusion Charm, you must pay full attention.

Also, the Confusion Mantra can only target a single target, and the action must be skilled.

Otherwise, it will cause the cursed person to misunderstand what you mean, just like just now. "

Confusion Charm is a very useful spell, but a powerful Confusion Charm is also difficult to cast.

When used, it is comparable to the Imperius Curse, but it is not illegal. There are no after-effects like the Imperius Curse.

Hermione listened carefully and nodded slightly.

This was the first time she had used a Confusion Charm on a person. Before William taught her, she practiced her hands several times, using a few French civet cats.

That's right, after the Dementor Little Black Robe, the civet cat has finally become a tool cat.

The three of them have been at ease for a whole year, not being cute, eating a lot of cat food, or sleeping every day.

He was already quite lean, his tendon flesh was clearly visible, and now he looked like a fat tiger.

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

It would be nice to have an orange pig with Bobo tea. William couldn't afford to keep any more.

Walking to the office, the doorman knocked on the door, and after getting permission, the three walked in.

This time, without letting Hermione do it, William waved his wand. The administrator didn't make much movement, but his eyes flickered and he stood up enthusiastically.

"Mr. Stark!"

The Italian man walked over with a smile on his face.

"Hi, my name is Mirshat," he said, accented English warmly. He was small and bald, wearing pedantic glasses and a gray top.

"Is there really a mafia at the Opera?"

"Yes," said William, taking Mirshat's hand, "forgive us for coming in hastily, but now we have to deal with it."

"Of course!" Mirshat had no doubts.

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

"The lagoon?" He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No."

"Are there deep wells or something? Or cisterns?"

Mirshat pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "There is indeed a very old underground well, which has not been used for many years. It is said that it leads to the groundwater in Venice."

"Can you take us there?"

"What does this have to do with the Mafia?" said the administrator confused.

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

Mirshat did not speak any more, 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 forward, and came to a remote hall.

There are three sunken archways here, dark and without the slightest light.

"It's here, following the left archway to the end, there's a small room that was used to fetch water and then abandoned."

Mirshat handed over a rusted key. William put it away and said, "Leave it to us here."

Mirshat turned to leave, and William and Hermione continued down the archway.

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

William inserted the key, but before he could turn it, it was broken in the keyhole because of rust.

"Let me come." Hermione held her wand and aimed it at the keyhole.

"Araho Cave is open!"

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

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

The room was full of dust and there was a well in the middle. The water flowed through the stone, and the echoing sound was as clear as day.

"How do we get down?" Hermione bent down and looked down the well.

The entrance to the well is narrow, allowing only one person to pass through at a time, and no gondolas can be used.

"Go with gills," she suggested.

William nodded slightly.

There's a dragon down there, and neither the gondola nor the bubble head spell is safe.

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

This was from Nymeria when she left.

Handing one to Hermione, William swallowed another.

The taste is very strange, creamy, like the tentacles of an octopus.

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

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

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

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

William lowered his head and glanced, his hands seemed a little green under the water, and the fingers were connected by webs.

The feet also got longer, and there were webs between the toes...like a Momoda Duck.

After a while, Hermione jumped down.

"Walk!"

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

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

Like the sound of thunder, it came from some kind of giant monster, snoring.

A gigantic white dragon just lay on the stone, sleeping undisturbed.

The white dragon's wings were folded, and it lay on the ground like a huge bat.

From its sharp teeth and nostrils, wisps of liquid emerged, and when it was sleeping, the water in its abdomen was not so fast.

Bai Long suddenly opened his eyes, and it felt a familiar aura approaching.

Merlin's Goblet!

The white dragon raised his head and was pleasantly surprised to find that the magic that had been trapping it while it was sleeping... disappeared!

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

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

Now the confinement of magic has suddenly disappeared. Who was it that unraveled the magic? !

White Dragon doesn't know.

But it can clearly feel that the Holy Grail is approaching. Is another wizard ready to trap it?

The white dragon curled up and let out a thunderous roar.

It's going to completely destroy the Holy Grail, let Merlin go to hell!

The white dragon beat the water with its steel-like wings, bent its head back, and spewed water jets.

It spread its wings and flew up along the deep seabed. When it flapped its wings, the running water instantly turned into steam.

Destroy, sorcerer!

Destroy, human beings!

Destroy it, world!

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Deep beneath the St. Mark's Bell Tower,

The light of the spell is constantly shining.

"You are not my opponent, Terene." Martell lifted the spell and laughed: "You don't really think that I am unprepared."

Terenei's wand waved, and a red whip waved in mid-air, but the Infernal corpse that fell to the ground rose from the ground again.

She even saw quite a few familiar faces.

They were all wizards who were adopted by Martell and gave him missions.

But they were all made into Inferi by Martell using black magic.

"Hurry up and give me the Goblet of Fire." Martell said coldly, "I might spare your life..."

"And then make me into an Infernal Corpse?" Terenei said loudly.

Martell waved his wand and directed the Inferi to continue the siege.

Treni couldn't resist.

At this moment, a loud roar came from the deep underground.

As if a tsunami was coming.

Martell's face changed and said in horror: "Damn, how did that monster wake up..."

Terenei threw a goblet: "Here you are!"

Taking advantage of Martell's pause, she tilted her wand, blasted a hole, and jumped towards the underground lake.

Martell happily took the cup, his face changed.

This Goblet of Fire is... fake!

At the bottom of the cup, there is also a row of small print:

Madein!

1994!

Where is the real Goblet of Fire hidden by Terene? !

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