I weave fate in parallel time and space

"Card magic..."

Under the sea of ​​​​stars in Selim Lake, Xia Ya, Alicia and Sisi lay on the lawn by the lake and forgot about the starry sky together.

Although this is not a plateau, it is still nearly two thousand meters above sea level.

There are no big cities here, so there is naturally no light pollution.

Countless stars shine like diamonds in the river.

Yes, Galaxy.

It was only after Sissi saw the starry sky here that she realized that there were actually rivers formed by stars in this world.

It seemed as if it was about to fall from the sky. This shocking feeling is difficult to describe in words.

Xia Ya's eyes also glowed as bright as the stars.

However, he was currently paying attention to Hogwarts with clairvoyance, and also heard the exchange between Morgan and Daniel.

Even Char was interested in the creation of a new ancient magic.

Not because of magic itself, but because I want to see the magical potential that the new generation in the magic world can possess...

If it were just them, they might not be able to succeed.

But because of the fate of Dumbledore and Grindelwald brought about by Char in this world.

Under the influence of fate's inertia, this trio was obviously given certain fate responsibilities...

With the blessing of fate, what they can accomplish may be beyond what many people imagine.

Char thought for a moment.

Speaking of which... in his long memory, there seems to be a magician template for using cards.

Some templates are even more powerful than specified.

Should we attach this fate to this child?
  If this fate can be allowed to appear in this world, then this world may have some more interesting variables...

There was a faint light in Xia Ya's eyes, and then she slowly raised the corners of her mouth...

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Although many events happened the day before, the dawn of the next day still arrived as promised.

At dawn, the faint sunshine shines on the city through the clouds and mist. The streets of the city are still sleeping haggardly in the mist and dew.

The street lights on the street vaguely depict the street scene in the fog, and the stretching city gradually breaks away from the watercolor-like city appearance.

After the miracle that Char showed yesterday, all the streets and houses that were damaged in the disaster were restored as before.

This led many people in the city to believe that yesterday's nightmare was just an illusion. But although the building was restored, the people who died in the disaster literally lost their lives.

So the streets were silent, and many people still didn't dare to come to the streets. Because the army has not yet evacuated, no one knows whether those monsters will come again.

A dark Mercedes cruises down an empty and spacious street.

Mycroft was sitting in the car at the moment, and his assistant Rob was driving the car in front, slowly driving out of the city.

He carefully groped for the strange lines on his new hand. Last night, he searched for some ancient writing scholars and wanted them to decipher the meaning of the lines on it.

Although they predictably did not recognize the words, some ranges were given.

These scholars suspect that this rune was left over from the Nordic Viking period and is somewhat similar to runes, but there are some differences.

The runes on it have been rubbed, but Mycroft thinks the investigation will take a long time.

He silently picked up the gloves on the table and put them on himself, so as to hide the metal color of this hand.

The people he was going to meet next were not suitable for them to see this hand.

The car drove slowly into the Royal Academy of Britannia.

This school is very large, so the car drove slowly for more than ten minutes before arriving at the destination they wanted to find.

It was a small town on campus, with rows of small two-story wooden villas with courtyards on both sides. On both sides of the street are sycamore trees of the same color, standing like mighty sentinels on both sides of the street, as if they are guarding the city, and as if they are deliberately blocking the sun for pedestrians. Many of them were planted hundreds of years ago when the Royal Academy was first established, so they all have a very ancient history.

Mycroft opened the car door and got out, Rob said to him.

"I'll find a place to park and come to you later."

Mycroft nodded, and then walked slowly towards one of the villas.

He stood under the porch of the villa, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened. Behind the door was a woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties, with a lot of gray hair.

"Mom." Mycroft said softly.

Yes, this is him and Sherlock's mother, Peggy Holmes.

When she saw the person coming, the woman's eyes lit up. “Mycroft!”

She turned her head and looked behind her happily, "Borg, Mycroft is back too!"

"Also?" Mycroft frowned. He looked through the gap into the room behind his mother. Sherlock was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his hands interlaced on his lower abdomen, frowning at himself.

Beside him, Watson was also sitting there. There was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of them. It seemed that he had been here for a while.

And his father, Berg, was also sitting on the sofa on the other side. Compared to when Xia Ya saw him in the past, his hair was now completely gray and his face had many more wrinkles.

He was holding a cup of tea in his hand. When he saw the person coming, he blew the hot air on the teacup and took a sip, then hummed softly.

"It's strange today that two busy people actually have time to look at our old bones together."

"Borg!" Peggy put her hands on her hips and said displeasedly, "The child finally came back for once, what do you think of me?"

Berg snorted twice, then turned his head away, avoiding Peggy's sight.

"It seems like we really have a bad fate." Sherlock teased.

"It's called fate, Sherlock," Peggy said.

Mycroft slowly walked into the room and came to Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?"

Sherlock frowned and looked around, "If I remember correctly, this is also my home."

After a pause, he looked at Mycroft and joked, "Why, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers?"

"Don't be so mean, honey," Peggy said softly.

She looked at Mycroft, "I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"Just black tea, don't make some weird medicinal tea, Mom." Mycroft said.

"Okay, okay, got it."

With that said, Paige walked towards the kitchen.

Mycroft took off his coat and placed it on the armrest of the sofa. Then he sat on the sofa on the other side, one leg resting on the other, looking very relaxed.

Watson looked at Sherlock and then at Mycroft, and he said with a strange expression.

"I can probably imagine it."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at Watson.

"Christmas at your house," said Watson,

Mycroft smiled helplessly.

He looked at his father, was silent for a moment, and then got straight to the point.

"I saw the man."

Berg raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"The one who gave us 'wisdom'." Mycroft whispered softly.

Sherlock stopped drinking tea, squinted his eyes slightly, and placed the teacup in his hand on the table.

Borg also opened his eyes, but had no words.

"It's a man with white hair and white robes who looks to be in his twenties, right?" Mycroft said.

Watson thought of the scene last night. He looked at Sherlock and lowered his voice.

"Is that person related to your family?"

Sherlock shook his head, his eyes shimmering, "Maybe now."

"In a sense, he saved our lives." Mycroft said calmly, "It's not just us, his appearance saved the entire imperial capital."

Borg stared at Mycroft quietly, and after a moment he said, "It seems like something happened last night."

He and Paige had been staying in the military's underground facility last night, so it was difficult to know what was happening on the ground. In addition, the army is also blocking information during the day, making it even more difficult to obtain intelligence.

He only knew that something happened in the imperial capital yesterday, and many people died.

"It's beyond your imagination." Sherlock smiled, "It can even make your entire world view collapse."

Watson silently nodded to one side. To be honest, he didn't sleep much at all last night. Everything that happened yesterday appeared in his mind as soon as he closed his eyes.

To be honest, if Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson hadn't experienced these things, he would rather believe that everything that happened yesterday was just a terrible nightmare.

But then again, every time he thought about what happened last night, his heart would beat involuntarily.

"How much do you know about Him?" Mycroft asked.

His eyes were sincere, "This is very important to me and to the whole of Britannia." (End of this chapter)