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As you shout "Watermelon!" at the top of your voice, you point your wand at the door.

You can feel your arm channel dangerously strong magic. Enchanted golden lines leap from the tip of the wand. The golden lines strike the door and entwine the handle, the hinges, the iron bands that hold the door together.

An enchantingly clear note sounds and at the same time the dungeon door swings open.

"You did it Arthur, I can't believe it!" cries Kensley, and the two of you nervously enter the passageway, treading as quietly as you can.

Stairs head downwards into the gloom, a gloom alleviated by dim flickering torches, enchanted by magic to burn forever and never go out.