Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

The second day after the end of the banquet is the beginning of the Christmas holiday.

Jon, who returned home, followed the procedure to visit the elders at home, and then returned to his manor. The Christmas gifts have been delivered.

Now Jon doesn't have much energy to check these gifts. Bella will naturally come to help him unpack the gifts and put them here in different categories.

The first thing I did when I returned to my manor was to check Caledy’s project.

"Hey, Carlady, good afternoon, you look very refreshed!"

In the afternoon shade, a teenager who looks like covered in dust is standing in clothes In front of the elf whose work clothes were covered with mud, there was a full smile on his face.

Kalidi, who was standing opposite him, was expressionless, the eyes of the elf race stared, and the inside was full of red blood.

When an elf became Hufflepuff's family elf, he became bolder.

"Master, do you look at my eyes, do you look a little radiant?"

"Yes." Jon patted Caledy on the shoulder, expressing his satisfaction His job: "Don’t I want to praise you? Don’t care about it, do you want to take a break now?"

Of course Kaledi needs to take a break, even if it’s a house elf. Need to sleep.

Jon also needs to rest. After a night of "carnival", he has been in the car for so long, so naturally he also needs to rest.

However, before that, Kaledi said that there was a letter sent to Jon.

It was sent by Anthony. Jon originally thought there was something important, but after opening it, he found that it was a dozen photos.

It was taken by the photographer who was sent to send letters to the dark wizards in Dark Forest.

"I have to say, the shot was pretty good."

Jon changed his pajamas and looked at these pictures. Each one has that gloomy mysterious feeling.

It even gave Jon a familiar feeling that was once immersive.

Putting down these photos, Jon shook his head and lay down in the quilt.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Jon fell asleep not very long and started dreaming.

When he realized that he was dreaming, his dreams were already out of control.

How can people not control their dreams?

Jon worked hard to concentrate one's mind, but found that there was no difficulty at all. The feeling was not like a dream, it was more like Helga's summon to him.

But this is obviously not Magic Castle.

This should be a high tower. The sky outside has dimmed, but Jon can still see the sea.

It was like the time when Harry was observed at sea.

He sat on the sofa and began to look around.

The interior of the room is well decorated. It can be seen that the owner here has carefully arranged it, but who brought him here?

It's not Dumbledore, he doesn't need this, and Jon feels that it doesn't necessarily have to be Legendary wizard to have this ability.

Didn't the dark wizard almost draw his soul into hell?

"Oh, are you awake, kid?"

In the silent air, someone suddenly spoke.

Jon then turned his head, he knew that his power is insignificant here, but now he is no longer the young wizard to be slaughtered, if not, he can detonate the soul of his soul at any time [ The traces of the Law of the Deep Sea, and then use the protective measures left by Helga to return to the [Blue Deep Sea].

Although it takes a long time to linger from [Youlan Deep Sea] to the magic fairy castle space, compared with their own lives, those are like an ant, insignificant.

"Don’t be so nervous, little fellow, I don’t mean anything."

Under the lamp that suddenly lit up, a middle-aged man with light golden hair reclined on the sofa Above, but his blond hair looks very harmonious with the darkness.

Jon is skeptical of the credibility of this sentence. If there is no malicious intent, why bother to pull himself here?

"This is just a dream, just relax."

The blond man's face is full of smiles, but Jon's face is getting more and more ugly.

Because he remembered what was wrong.

Those photos.

When I first looked at the photos, the familiar feeling was not an illusion. He had actually seen those scenes.

Just before the start of last semester, he had a dream.

At the time, he didn’t care, because after using bloodline to purify potion, he often had some strange dreams and saw some strange sights, so at that time, he thought it was nothing strange, and this At this moment, all strange feelings surfaced.

He saw this man, playing a moonlight sonata over the forest.

Over the Dark Forest?

That's not to say...but this is not a Dark Forest, but a sea.

"So, haven't you guessed it?"

Grindelwald lifted his chin: "Just what you think, be brave, don't think this is impossible."

"Really?"

Jon said with a sneer: "That's really my honor, Mr. Grindelwald."

Although I don’t know myself Because of what the Dark Lord was staring at, but Jon didn't slack off a bit. Beneath his indifferent appearance, his eyes were looking at Grindelwald.

He felt that the dark wizard had a strange aura. The aura was strange and familiar. He had felt it in Dumbledore.

But thinking of the relationship between the two wizards, the source of this breath became the same as his fluent English, and the source began to appear to be well-founded.

Or, is this dark wizard promoted to Legendary?

Jon thinks this situation is not impossible. After all, it is the wizard that is most likely to be promoted. After so many years of self-closing here, even if it is promoted, it is not a strange thing.

And if it is Legendary, then it is not a strange thing to appear here.

"I really have no malice, you don't have to think so much."

Grindelwald's explanation is not persuasive in Jon's view. Since there is no malice, why should I read him? What about the idea?

This kind of magic, which is higher level than Legilimens, is more like a mind reading technique. Jon has no way to resist, so he can only avoid important content being read by thinking continuously in his head.

"The little child now is really not cute at all."

Grindelwald looked at Jon standing there and suddenly had a headache.

This is simply not the oil and salt!

"However, since that's the case, let’s just say it. You can’t go back anyway. How about sitting down and chatting with me?"

"Okay Ah, no problem."

Jon sat down very happily, ready to wait.

This Christmas Eve is really unsafe!