From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

The staff member breathed a sigh of relief, and with a look of pride and fear, he excitedly shared it with his companions beside him.

Ivy cast a 1st-level spell, Languages, for himself. As its name suggests, the effect is to allow the caster to understand all audible languages ​​and visible texts within an hour.

"The Phantom of the Opera!" The staff member who saw Ivy pulled his companion's sleeve and whispered.

"What else could it be?" His companion was not surprised.

"You saw it too?" Their conversation seemed to have entered a misunderstanding.

"Nonsense, everyone who works here has seen it more or less." If an art becomes part of the job, and it is an irrelevant part, then you may start to hate it one day, the staff member who looks a bit old said, "We are cleaning the decorations and maintaining order in the Garnier Opera House. Although we are not the artists on the stage, we should be influenced by art, right? Newcomer?"

"Are you talking about opera?" The newcomer asked in confusion.

"It's performed in the hall every now and then, who wouldn't know about it?" The man who had worked in the opera house for some years wiped a little dust off the pillar with white gloves.

"I said, the Phantom of the Opera! I saw him!" The excitement on the newcomer's face had not yet disappeared, and he insisted.

"Of course, behind the performer's backstage, his ugly silicone mask has been there for several days. I heard that an old lady who was sweeping the floor even fell because of it..." The old senior said after realizing it, "Wait... you mean, the Phantom of the Opera?"

"Just there!" The newcomer pointed to where Ivy stayed.

The old senior looked over suspiciously: "I don't see any difference between it and the tile next to it..."

"It's like a vague shadow, with only an outline, and the light is distorted there unnaturally... Yes, just like what you see now..." The newcomer was still trying to describe the scene he saw, and then Ivy moved his feet in cooperation, allowing his figure to show a little outline under the colorful light of the crystal lamp.

"Oh——" the old man widened his eyes, gasped, and whispered in awe, "It's really the Phantom of the Opera!"

Ivy quickly passed through the corridor and disappeared at the corner, then poked his head out a little to observe the movements of the two people.

"Where did he go?" the newcomer asked excitedly, "Did you see it? He just passed through the corridor like a transparent thing..."

"Underground!" The old man looked at the corner where Ivy disappeared and said affirmatively, "The space under the Garnier Opera House is large, enough to fit many Phantoms of the Opera!"

After leaving a new rumor for the Garnier Opera House, Ivy crossed the rope blocking the underground passage with satisfaction and went down. He began to like pranks.

The underground part of the Garnier Opera House is well-deserved of its reputation. After passing through the iron door, wooden door and fence in turn, Ivy found that the corridor in front of him became low, and there were traces of wetness on the floor and ceiling, indicating that there was a lot of moisture here. It seems that the rumor that there is an artificial lake underground is not fictional, but I don’t know when the staff here last changed the water. Ivy prayed that the underground lake would not be like a stinking puddle.

Since customers are not allowed to enter here, even the staff only come down once every few years, so it is natural that there will be no lighting. But Ivy will not be hindered, because the Philosopher's Stone gives him the ability to see in the dark, so whether there is lighting or not has little effect on him.

Continuing down the passage, the scene in front of Ivy became wider again. Many stone pillars stood on the ground, forming a series of porches, which looked like a medieval dungeon, but there were no iron fences and stone walls between these stone pillars. Maybe this is a sewer?

The air began to become a little turbid. Ivy lifted the illusion spell and released a bubble head spell on himself again to provide fresh air.

There was an echo from a distant place, and Ivy listened attentively.

"Gabriel——"

It was a female voice, as if calling someone's name.

Could it be that I really encountered the Phantom of the Opera?

Ivy thought with interest, and at the same time took a step forward.

The closed structure of the passage is undoubtedly very conducive to the propagation of sound. Ivy heard it very clearly, but he could not judge how far away the sound source was.

Until he suddenly saw the light in front of him.

The underground passage supported by stone pillars ended, replaced by a very open lake. There was a stone bridge across the lake. A witch stood on the bridge and shouted at the water.

Why could Ivy be sure that she was a witch?

Because she was holding a small wooden stick to illuminate. Ivy didn't think that Muggles had the ability to make a small wooden stick emit light.

"Gabriel?" The witch shouted, "Where are you?"

She didn't speak English, but French, which is the local language. Fortunately, Ivy's previous mastery of language had not yet ended, and he could still understand the witch's words at this moment.

The underground lake was very wide, as big as half a football field. At this distance, even if Ivy could see in the dark, he couldn't see the witch's face clearly. However, she was not tall, perhaps she was still a student.

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After getting a little closer, Ivy saw the witch with long silver hair like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair reflected the light emitted from her wand, like stars floating on the river.

"Gabriel?" The witch heard Ivy's footsteps, so she turned around and Ivy saw a pair of bright blue eyes and delicate facial features that seemed to be carved by heaven.

"Wizard..." The young witch saw the transparent bubble on Ivy's head and immediately realized that the person coming was not a Muggle.

"Looking for someone?" Ivy asked with a smile.

It is said that smiles can bring people closer. After seeing Ivy's smile, the witch really let down some of her guard.

"...It's my sister, she is only six years old this year..." The witch was obviously a student, probably only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"What a coincidence, I thought you were also here to find the Phantom of the Opera." Ivy made a little joke and explained the purpose of his visit.

The girl was more relaxed, so Ivy offered to help: "Do you need help? After all, two people are always faster than one."

"Thank you! Thank you! I'm Fleur, Fleur Delacour." Fleur smiled gratefully, showing her white and neat teeth.

"Wait... you're speaking English?" Fleur, who is French, realized that she shouldn't be able to understand Ivy so easily.

"Magic - there are always infinite possibilities." Ivy showed the wand in her hand, although it had nothing to do with the spell effect on Ivy.