From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 151 The Witch on the Bridge

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

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

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

"What else could it be?" his companion asked without surprise.

"You saw it too?" Their conversation seemed to have gone astray.

"Nonsense, everyone who works here has seen it more or less." If an art becomes part of your job, and an unrelated part at that, you might start to hate it one day, said the worker who looked a bit older. "We are cleaning the decorations and maintaining order at the Opera Garnier. Although we are not the artists on the stage, we should be influenced by art to some extent, right? Newcomer?"

"You mean the opera?" the newcomer asked, puzzled.

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

"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, the ugly silicone mask of the performer has been there for several days. I heard that a sweeping lady even fell because of it..." The old man said belatedly, "Wait... Are you talking about The Phantom of the Opera?"

"It was right there!" The newcomer pointed to where Ivy stayed.

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

"It was like a blurry shadow, with only an outline, and the light was distorted unnaturally... Yes, it's just like what you see now..." The newcomer was still trying to describe the scene he saw, and then Ivy cooperated by moving his feet, allowing his figure to show a little outline under the colorful light of the crystal chandelier.

“Oh—” The old man’s eyes widened, he took a breath, and shouted in awe, “It’s really the Phantom of the Opera!”

Ivy quickly passed through the corridor and disappeared around 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 him? He just slid across the corridor like a transparent object..."

"Underground!" The old man looked around the corner where Ivy disappeared and said with certainty, "There is a lot of space underground in the Garnier Opera House, enough to fit many Phantoms of the Opera!"

After leaving a new rumor for the Opera Garnier, Ivy crossed the rope blocking the underground passage with satisfaction and went down. He began to feel a little bit fond of playing pranks.

The underground part of the Opera Garnier lived up to its reputation. After passing through the iron door, wooden door and fence, Ivy found that the corridor in front of him became lower. There were traces of moisture on the floor and ceiling, indicating that there was a lot of moisture here. It seemed that the rumor that there was an artificial lake underground was not fictional. I wondered 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, and even the staff only come here once every few years, there is 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 does not affect him much.

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. It looked like a medieval dungeon, but there were no iron fences and stone walls between the stone pillars. Maybe this was a sewer?

The air began to become a little turbid. Ivy lifted the Disillusionment Charm and cast a Bubble Head Charm on himself again to provide fresh air.

There was an echo coming from far away, and Ivy listened intently.

"Gabriel——" It was a female voice, and it seemed like she was calling someone's name.

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

Ivy thought with interest as he continued to move forward.

The closed structure of the channel is undoubtedly very conducive to the propagation of sound. Ivy can hear it very clearly, but he still cannot judge how far away the sound source is.

Until everything in front of him became clear.

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

Why was Ivy so sure she was a witch?
Because she was holding up a small wooden stick to illuminate it. Ivy didn't think a Muggle could make a small wooden stick glow.

"Gabriel?" the witch called out. "Where are you?"

She didn't speak English, but French, the local language. Fortunately, Ivy's previous language mastery had not yet ended, so he could still understand the witch's words.

The underground lake was very wide, about half the size of 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, so perhaps she was still a student.

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

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

"Wizard..." The young witch saw the transparent bubble above 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 a smile can bring people closer together. After seeing Ivy's smile, the witch really let down her guard.

"…She's my sister, she's only six years old…" The witch was obviously a student, probably only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"What a coincidence! I thought you were here to see the Phantom of the Opera as well." Ivy made a little joke and explained the purpose of his visit.

The girl was indeed 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, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

"Wait...you're speaking English?" As a Frenchwoman, Furong finally realized that she shouldn't be able to understand Ivy so easily.

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

(End of this chapter)