I weave fate in parallel time and space

Calcifer comes to Hogwarts almost every year. For him, it is not to choose which house these students should go to, but to attend a personal concert.

It enjoys it and even spends a whole year writing songs. Yes, the songs it sings are different every year.

Especially in the last few months, Calcifer paid special attention to it and even practiced its new song in the castle, which forced Char and Alicia to take refuge in the house on Mars.

However, the reason why Calcifer showed off his magic voice so rampantly at such an important banquet was not actually because of Char.

But Aibus actually likes Calcifer's songs very much.

It's not that I'm being disrespectful, but I really like it.

He likes music very much, but his taste in music is a disaster.

It was a dung beetle meeting a dung-a match made in heaven.

However, the sorting ceremony is basically the same every year, and Calcifer's singing, which is different every year, adds a touch of fun to this boring banquet.

However, compared to the bustle inside Hogwarts, the train station on Sky Island seems a bit deserted.

It's already dark on Sky Island. Except for people living in Hogwarts, generally no one would wander around Sky Island at night.

"Dududu!!!"

A sharp whistle came from one side, and Layton slowly turned his head and looked into the distance.

Dense clouds surround Sky Island, forming a sea of ​​​​sky. The quiet moonlight shines on the white clouds, flowing like water waves, and it is as beautiful as the human world.

But in such a stunning scene, a vehicle gushing steam was slowly driving among the clouds. The train in the human world and the surrounding white clouds formed a strong visual impact.

Soon, the train slid into the station, and the sound of gas gushing echoed in the station.

This should be the last train to Hogwarts. There are still people on the train, but not many anymore.Those who want to come to Sky Island have already come before.

Leiden was waiting quietly on one side, waiting for the train to change its head.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and turned his head sharply to look at a figure getting off the train and getting ready to walk out of the train station.

It was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, with long blond hair hanging casually behind her head, and her clothes were very simple, just a simple long skirt, which didn't look very good either.

But Leiden felt something familiar on that back.

He suddenly stood up from the waiting seat, ran quickly after the woman, and followed her out of the train platform.

"Wait! Please wait!" He shouted from behind, but the girl seemed not to hear at all and continued walking forward.

Layton was chasing after him. He had been seriously injured before, so he couldn't do too strenuous exercise. Running for a few steps caused the old injury on his chest to sting, and his breathing became a little short.

But even so, Layton has been taking slow steps.

For some reason, no matter how many miles he ran, he was always one step behind. He even ran into the magical town he just left.

In recent decades, Hogwarts has always had a rule that prohibits students from running to the magical town at night.

This is no joke.

As Sky Island gradually becomes a gathering center for magical creatures, there are some friendly magical creatures, and naturally there are also some evil or nocturnal magical creatures.

Of course, nocturnal creatures are not evil creatures, but evil creatures must be nocturnal creatures.

It's already dark now, and the current magical town can be described as a night walk of a hundred ghosts.

The black magicians in black robes wore hoods that concealed their appearance, vaguely revealing their evil spell tattoos. In the dark corridor, scarlet eyes were staring at Leiden greedily.

Wearing a black robe and a mask, the Grim Reaper walks on the streets carrying a huge scythe. There are even demons and ghosts among them.

The biting cold gradually spread to the surroundings under the cover of night that gradually covered the sky. A strange mist surrounded the surroundings, making this place like a small Hades.

Such a neighborhood was proposed by Albus.

The establishment time was even earlier than the time when Zangzas came into contact with demons. It was probably some time after the dragon's nest was discovered, which should be decades now.

Although the word "demon" in magic does not entirely come from demons, it is undeniable that part of the origin of magic does come from them. To be precise, it is Solomon who signed a contract with the 72 demon gods.

He is one of the founders of the ancient magic system of this world.

A magician is a being who pursues the truth. It is not the style of a magician to exclude knowledge.

And by communicating with these ancient, mysterious evil creatures, you can gain a lot, not only in terms of magic. They sometimes come here to trade with things that exist in the underworld. These materials have disappeared for this magic. It is very important to the world for a long time.

Of course, while there are benefits, there are also drawbacks, that is, there is the possibility that magicians will be bewitched by demons, or these demons will cause some chaos on Sky Island.

So Albus has been perfecting the rules of this night world, such as cooperating with the gods of death.

The communication between the God of Death and Sky Island can even be traced back to when Merlin was still the principal.

What the demons rely on to come to this town is actually the entrance where the gods of death come here.

Therefore, the demons who can enter here are controlled by the God of Death, or in other words, they cannot enter here with their own bodies.

At night, a special barrier will be formed here. All demons, ghosts and other nocturnal creatures cannot leave this barrier, and only those who survive in the human world can enter and exit freely.

In addition, those gods of death will also strengthen their patrols here at night.

And those who can enter this town must be adults.

They have fixed views and will not be easily bewitched by demons.

Of course, even so, there will still be magicians who are bewitched by demons.

But in Albus's view, in today's era, even without the existence of this town, those magicians can still contact the devil through other channels.

And he feels that there may be more and more such channels.

Because compared to ordinary people, magicians who are exposed to magic have more abilities to contact the mysterious, and this ability will naturally become a channel for contacting demons.

Albus believed that instead of them coming into contact with the devil in an unknown place and causing unknown consequences, it would be better to let this happen under his eyes.

Yes, at night, the entire town is under Ibbs' surveillance.

Gold is a metal created when a star explodes in a supernova, and only stars that are more than a hundred times the size of the sun in the solar system are qualified to undergo supernova explosions.

Such harsh and precious formation conditions make gold undoubtedly a precious metal, whether in the magical world or the human world.

This is also the reason why alchemy has become a specialized discipline, which belongs to the realm of God.

The Golden Mark of the Magical World is a coin containing a huge amount of gold, which is very attractive to both the God of Death and those demons.

This kind of interest structure creates this night world.

The biting chill flowing out of Hades made Layton's movements slower and slower. He seemed not to notice anything was wrong around him at all, and just kept chasing the figure until he turned into a deserted alley and completely lost the figure. The presence of a figure.He felt like his lungs were going to explode. He held on to the wall and kept panting. His legs and feet even softened and he was half-kneeling on the ground.

The surrounding ghosts from Hades seemed to have discovered such a weak human being, and they greedily rushed over, trying to seize his soul and body.

And Leiden seemed to hear those sharp and terrifying laughters in his ears, and the chill in his body became more intense.

But soon, a ray of light lit up not far from the alley.

This ray of light was not dazzling, it was as cold as moonlight, but it was also very warm, dispelling the surrounding darkness and driving away those evil spirits.

Leiden slowly raised his head and saw at the end of the alleyway, a stag with a blue light all over his body walked towards him with noble steps.

That is the summoning of a guardian angel, a relatively classic spell in the Harry Potter world. It is a spell that summons a patron saint. It is a positive force that can expel evil things.

"Your current physical strength is not as good as that of an 80-year-old man."

Soon, Leiden saw a blond girl walking slowly behind the stag. She was about [-] years old, and she was dressed simply, but she was holding a stick that looked like it was made of white jade in her right hand. The finished wand.

Leiden's eyes shrank to a point at that moment.

His hands were pressed on the ground, and his shoulders were shaking slightly. I wonder if it was raining, and some water droplets fell on the bluestone under him.

He said tremblingly with a lump in his throat.

"You're not dead. You're really not dead."

Although she is much more mature than before, there is no doubt that the girl in front of her is the hero who held the flag high and led the West French people to fight against the invasion more than ten years ago - Joan of Arc.

"I have never died." Joan of Arc walked over slowly and stood in front of Leiden. "I even asked the Germans to tell you that I was not dead, but obviously, you didn't believe it."

Leiden slowly raised his head and struggled to sit on the ground, tears already moistening his cheeks, "But why don't you go back to West France? Do you know how many people are investigating the truth of that incident?"

"It's easy to receive honor and admiration.

But, Layton, have you ever thought that when you climb to the top of the mountain along the steep cliff, it will be very difficult to come back down?

I have never been a perfect person, but in West France, I am a perfect existence.

This is not a good thing for West France or for me.

In the past, because of the war, West France needed a way to boost morale, but now that the war is over, there is no need for such a perfect "Joan of Arc" to exist. "

If it were Leiden when he was young, he would obviously not be able to understand what Joan of Arc said.

But now that he is an adult in his 30s and knows more about the world, he cannot refute Joan's words.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "What happened that day? Were you rescued by the revolutionary army?"

Joan's eyelids closed, and she said half-jokingly, "What happened that day was written in the biography about me, wasn't it?"

"what?"

Leiden didn't react for a moment, but he seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

Joan of Arc's words continued, she said with a hint of meaning.

"I was indeed saved, but it was not the German revolutionary army that saved me, but the
god."

Leiden's heart beat violently several times, and the shock in his eyes was almost difficult to express in words.

Soon, he came back from his daze and looked around sharply, looking at the building on Sky Island.

"So, just as it is written in the biography, you were taken to "heaven" by "god"."

"For me, life here is no different from heaven." Joan of Arc said, "There is no need to think about intrigues with others, no need to think about how to kill people, or how to prevent being killed, just be with nature, white clouds, and animals. .”

She lowered her eyes and looked at Layton, "I actually saw you when I was at the station."

Layton raised his head again.

"I actually don't want to see you." Joan continued, "For me, the name "Joan of Arc" is best always to be a name in books."

After a pause, she continued, "However, after seeing your perseverance, I think my leaving without saying goodbye must have caused you a lot of trouble."

Leiden said in a low voice, "No, it should be my appearance that brings you trouble.

You don't have to worry about anything, you saved West France and we all owe you our lives. "

“It was the soldiers who fought bravely and left their lives on the battlefield who saved West France.

It was every West Frenchman who helped in that war, not just me. "

Jeanne sighed.

"It's precisely because of your thoughts that I want to leave."

Leiden opened his eyes, and seemed to realize the error in his words, and lowered his head in shame.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, looked at Layton, and continued.

“After that day, I received news about you from the leader of the Revolutionary Army.

You submitted your resignation to the president and chose to sneak into Germany as an individual to save me. "

Layton smiled mockingly to himself, "It was a clown-like decision without any intelligence or plan. Thinking about it now, it was just to die."

However, Joan of Arc nodded unequivocally and said, "If I had been there at that time, I would have scolded you severely."

"but."

She was silent for a moment and said seriously.

"Thank you."

Layton was speechless.

"Human life is very short. If you can find your own meaning in this short life, pay for it, and realize this meaning at the same time, it will be perfect.

I was lucky enough to do it all before I was 20 years old.

"Joan of Arc" has a complete life. She has protected her country and her people, and she has no regrets.

Let her sleep forever in the long river of history. "

Joan of Arc looked at Leiden, "When you go back, convey my words to those who are still seeking the truth and let them."

There was a pause in her words,
"Pursue your own meaning..." (End of Chapter)