The dragon roared, crawling out from the depths of the ground, as if it was from ancient times.

The whole of Venice heard the sound.

With Piazza San Marco at the center, the ground was trembling slightly, and ripples appeared on the sea surface, spreading out of the island.

It's like the eve of the tsunami.

The rain was pouring down, from heavy beans to raindrops, it suddenly turned into a continuous waterline... It seemed like someone hung the river upside down and hung it in the sky!

Countless wizard phantoms appeared in Piazza San Marco.

Officials from the Italian Ministry of Magic came.

Even the cardinal in the Vatican next door was dispatched!

The bishops quickly arrived at the border line between the two countries in just one minute and were trying hard to wait and see!

Of course, this is an euphemism.

A blunt description: They took a minute to walk out of St. Peter's Square and stand on the west bank of the Tiber River in Rome.

Therefore, it is also beneficial to have a smaller country.

Just a walk around and you will arrive at the border, giving people a very solemn illusion.

The Cardinal looked worried and looked in the direction of Venice.

What's going on?

Did there be a tsunami in the Mediterranean?!

Or did Yidaili... secretly develop nuclear weapons?!

Lord!

It is best to drop a flood and drown these evil Yidili people.

The Vatican took the opportunity to recover the old land and restore the glory of the Papal Kingdom!

Then... the army went north, destroyed the filial son of God, killed the English heresy, kicked the Russian barbarians, and completely unified the Great Europe.

He held the Bible and fell into fantasy of a better life in the future.

He staggered and fell into the Tiber River.

"Come on, the Bishop has fallen into the river!"

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Piazza San Marco,

Italian Minister of Magic Brinden Hewen, with a solemn expression, standing among the wizards.

He glanced at the heavy rain in worry and said coldly: "Where is Secretary-General Martyr?"

"I don't know, Mr. Minister!" A young wizard shook his head and replied:

"Mr. Martel caught the witch who stole the Goblet of Fire and took her away in the early morning, and now he is missing."

"Nowhere to be found?!"

Minister He Wen frowned and looked at another wizard.

"Have all the Muggles in Piazza San Marco removed?"

"Sir, there are too many muggles..."

"All available wizards are sent to use large magic ships! I want you to save Muggles at all costs!" He Wen raised his voice.

"yes!"

Just when Minister Hewen issued an order, the water level had risen wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The river flooded Piazza San Marco and drowned towards the Cathedral of St. Mark.

The wizard stood on the shore, using magic to block the river, and bought time for the transfer of the Muggles.

After the rebuilt, the Bell Tower of St. Mark has stood for another ninety years.

At this moment, a huge bell tower suddenly collapsed like a chopping board tofu.

After blinking, the wizards near the square were only the harsh and noisy sound of wood and stone.

The wizards were stunned. Is this the quality is not good, or is the Muggles blasting?

Or... it was done by a wizard?

No one knows, even He Wen, the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, doesn't know.

He just vaguely remembered that the bell tower had collapsed.

"Action quickly!" he shouted: "Time waits for no one!"

"Venice is going to be flooded!"

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Deep in the lagoon,

William and Hermione's feelings were more profound than the Italian wizard on the shore.

With that roar, the underground lagoon rippled.

It was like a cup filled with water, and the entire cup was shaking violently.

William and Hermione located in the water are naturally no exception.

Even because of inertia, they have to withstand the squeeze of water flow from all directions.

Without William's reminder, the experienced Hermione had already taken out the rope and skillfully wrapped the two of them together to prevent them from being dispersed by the flow of water.

It was clearly going downstream, suddenly there was an invisible force supporting them and floating upwards.

William's wand lit up, but that light could only illuminate the side of his body. The deeper under the lake was like a dark abyss, dense and impenetrable.

Hermione thought for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and took out a piece of fairy diamond from the safety table.

The diamonds that can absorb the starlight emit a brilliant light in the deep water.

The light penetrated the darkness and finally illuminated the scene deep in the lake.

But that scene made the two of them terrified!

I saw a huge monster rushing towards me. The water flowed upwards because of it.

The giant object had its wings wide open, with a hideous head, white scales and a pair of golden eyes.

William has seen the Fire Dragon and even killed the Fire Dragon.

But like the most dangerous Hungarian tree peak, it is only fifteen or six meters long.

This is already the most ferocious existence among magical creatures.

But the white dragon that attacked was more than one hundred meters.

Is this a dragon?!

Compared with this, the so-called Hungarian tree bee, the Ukrainian iron belly, is more like a flying lizard.

Or... a dysplastic dwarf dragon?

The white dragon quickly crushed over with an unrivalled posture.

William appeared in the water further away with Hermione's phantom.

Hermione hurriedly put away the diamonds in an attempt to cover up the position.

But Bailong had already discovered that the two of them had a hint of humane sarcasm in their huge golden eyes.

Its speed did not stop at all, but just raised its tail and swept it with its huge dragon tail.

William waved his wand, his slightly bent arms stretched out instantly, and his palms were held forward, and ripples were rippling in front of him.

In an instant, William summoned a large round water mirror and stood in front of him and Hermione.

The mirror surface is sparkling, and the green magical water patterns are rippling.

The huge tail swept across and hit the water mirror.

The heavy blow was like a drum, and the water mirror was in the lake, making a harsh sound.

The water mirror was unexpectedly strong and withstood such a blow, it did not collapse. It was just that the tail was smashed into a depression in the center of the mirror.

The two flew backwards.

William held Hermione and rotated like a top in the water. He waved his wand and rolled up the lake water around him to form a scene of drawing water to slow down his speed.

The white dragon roared, and William and Hermione's eardrums were shaking violently.

This sound is futile even if it covers the ears, and the ears are still ringing like a bell.
To be continued...