Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The weather has suddenly become temperamental recently.

It will be a clear day tomorrow evening. Just after midnight, the moonlight was covered by a heavy cloud and rain. In a villa in the suburbs of Scotland, the situation was even more weird. It was midnight. No lights were turned on in the room, and there was no flame burning in the fireplace.

There is darkness here.

Occasionally, frantic electric lights flashed by, illuminating the room.

The blood is mottled and scattered.

It's like it's not a human room, but a dwelling of some kind of beast.

If you see the python head on the windowsill, you won't even feel that there is any violation.

It will only feel scary.

But Nagini is flustered now.

Today is the day of the full moon patrol. Even if she has left the Dark Forest and there is no way to gain gain, she has not forgotten this day, but today is a little different.

She can feel the anxiety from another soul. Although the blood curse will make the cursed person have two souls, the animal soul will slowly wear away the soul that belongs to humans. Nagini is a special case.

She has an irresistible obsession, so she has reached a delicate balance with the animal soul.

It's just that the dominant snake is the snake also called Nagini.

But this sense of anxiety...

Could it be...

Nagini didn't even dare to think about the result of terrifying, that person was simply a nightmare exist.

She stared at the moon hidden behind the dark clouds, and even felt that the faint moonlight was extremely dazzling.

"——!"

There was a whine from the soul, which was waved from the soul of the snake, and the whole body of the snake twitched because of the pain. Gradually together, entangled to the end, a beautiful and alluring woman appeared on the sofa.

It's rare to be released by that snake, Nagini is not happy, but scared.

Where is that snake kind, simply can't stand the pressure from the moonlight, so I let myself stop it.

This kind of extremely keen sense can only be felt by the lives of those who have participated in the patrol in the Dark Forest, otherwise there is already a scream from upstairs now.

Nagini hates that Parseltongue man, but it can't stop Parseltongue's control, so as a person who shares his body, Nagini can't do anything.

But if that man can kill Dumbledore as he said, then Nagini is willing to be driven by him.

But these are all later things. What is more important now is that she wants to know what happened in Dark Forest. Is it really the man who came back?

She stood by the window, opened the window, jumped out, and jumped onto a giant tree by the surrounding buildings.

Standing at a high place, it seems to be a little bit away from the moon.

That is an extremely pure white moon!

In Nagini's gaze, in the praise of all life in the Dark Forest, in the continuous sound of moonlight sonatas, the pure white moon fell from the sky and dropped its great gift.

Like the waves flooding, like the light breaking through, the rainstorm stopped abruptly in the place where the bright rays of light passed, the dark clouds all retreated, the thunder and lightning disappeared without a trace, even whistling. The wind stopped and it stopped blowing Nagini's hair.

Show all sentient beings.

Everything around became extremely quiet, even the crickets' calls disappeared without a trace, even Nagini's previously flustered mood suddenly settled down.

No longer fear and panic, just enjoy this rare piece of peace and quiet, and this soft moonlight.

Such silence lasted only a moment.

The silhouette of the man in the memory suddenly began to become clear. The faintly discernable sound of the piano came from her ears, but it was like the sound of a church bell, which was heavy in her spirit. Knocked.

With this kind of power, this kind of breath, this familiar feeling, Nagini's hands trembled unconsciously, resisting the thought of kneeling down, and leaping off the top of the tree like fleeing for his life. Back in the house.

Then give the dominance back to the snake.

At the same time, in the distant Dark Forest, the tour began to come to an end.

Grindelwald finished playing the last accent, to put an end to this event.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, the piano in front of him was completely disintegrated because of the huge amount of magic power he had previously endured. Of course, he endured three full moonlight sonatas played by Grindelwald himself. This piano is also pretty good. .

It's also good here.

He originally thought that those partners back then would have a miserable life, so he came and took a look. Now that he saw that they were living well, then he was relieved.

"Are you leaving again?"

Ilsa flew up, her figure is already not in so rickety, the gift of full moon cruise gave her a little lifespan extension , So now her spirit has improved a lot.

"Don’t look like this, Ilsa, I’m just going back to where I live now. You live a good life here. If I am here, this forest will not have any happiness. "

How can there be any happiness in living under pressure?

This is the truth he has summed up after living in Nurmengard for so many years. Human, it is better to be carefree.

"Master, you have changed." Ilsa boldly said: "You are more and more like us now."

"Maybe this is what the passage of time brings me I don’t need to worry about the traces of the ….” Grindelwald patted Ilsa’s shoulder: “What did we initiate the war for?”

“It’s for us to have a better life and home.”

"Now, don’t you already have it?"

Grindelwald withdrew his hands, remained calm and composed while handling pressing affairs, looking at the wizards and the carnival in the jungle in front of him. Dark creatures: "This is the paradise that belongs to the dark wizard. We don't need to mess with other people's things. Let those youngsters go on the road, Ilsa, you and I are old."

He explored and opened the space in front of him—not Disapparation, but a new method he had learned after so many years of self-closing in the tower—after all, he has lost wand and can only find another way.

Fortunately, this new method is good.

"If you really want to see me, you can come to Nurmengard to see me. I think, none of the white wizards guarding over there dare to stop you."

Ilsa did not While speaking, he just bent down his already rickety waist and signaled farewell.

She is a subject of Grindelwald and will always only follow the master's decision and will.

When Grindelwald walked into the space hole, Ilsa straightened up, turned around and raised cane in her hand.

The master has left the gift, so now is the time for jubilation.