Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

I have to say.

Although Jon doesn't like to admire this thing, sometimes, especially when something happens, it is a good thing that someone around him can give encouragement.

Because even he needs a certain amount of encouragement to ensure that his decision is not wrong.

In the past, it was Stephen who played this role. Now that Stephen's personal life and studies are getting busier and heavier, there is no way to do this, and Seschatli fills this role well.

As for how to do it, Jon feels that he still needs to discuss with Sechatli and Grindelwald.

"So, the situation we are facing now is like this. What should we do? I think the two people don’t need me to explain more. There are some things, we all know each other well. ."

The three people sitting on the round table didn't seem to talk to each other, they seemed to be waiting for each other to speak first.

Especially Grindelwald, he is holding a cup of tea acting like rigorous schemes and deep foresight, but that cup of tea has been cold because it has not been drunk for too long.

So the silence became Cambridge tonight.

"Hey, I said, I have to say something, it's no way to stay silent here, at least say something useful."

"What can I say? ?" Grindelwald sighed: "This matter, I have known for a long time, it is not that simple.

To save a lost life, what a price must be paid, no one is better than us. The Old Guy for Legendary knows better.

But the more clear, the less dare we are. Our lives are too precious, and all hopes rest on us, but when we do a little setback , When the time comes, it’s not just us that’s ruined."

"So this is a rejection? To be honest, teacher, I suggest you think about it again. After all, there are not many opportunities like this, and it can help. Headmaster Dumbledore’s younger sister came back from the dead, and can help us build a barrier to protect life. Isn’t this a good thing?"

Sechateli still tried his best to persuade. But Jon also knew that Sechatli's persuasion might not be of any use.

Grindelwald usually seems to be such an open person, but in some things, he is frighteningly persistent.

There are some things about this, which specifically refer to all things related to Dumbledore.

Building a magic net is not a trivial matter, especially since they also need to use the Hogwarts castle as a base point. The one who accidentally suffers the most is Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

And looking at this posture, Grindelwald might not be willing to tell Dumbledore about this, and it is even possible that the two channels they talked to Dumbledore would be blocked.

"If you really want to violate this opportunity, I can help you change a place, Europe is so big, it is very easy to find two base points."

Grindelwald looked towards The eyes of Jon and Sesatli were not friendly, with determination and domineering consistent with his identity.

So Jon decided to think about it again.

...

Harry heard the sound of blood flowing.

The large patches of bright red blood flowed on the floor, snaking on the wall against the rules of gravity, and little by little poured onto the ceiling.

It's like the growing tentacles of some kind of weird monster, exuding a breath of silence in the dark, singing music from death.

He felt very weak. Amidst the top-heavy dizziness, he tried to see the gorgeous curtains that were blood dyed red. After the blood coagulated, the pillars turned dark red with the same color. Candlelight.

Everything here is dark red like blood, dark red portraits hang on the dark red walls, dark red ghosts wandering under the dark red ceilings.

And the ground is even more weird.

The ground is full of the bodies of various animals, but they don’t look like living creatures. They are all stone statues. They are not bleeding outside, but lying there quietly, silently Diffindo .

The chaotic footsteps came from outside the hall, and the harsh screams of the teenagers and young girls kept ringing. He could hear that the crowd outside was escaping in panic, seeming to be avoiding something. Something strange, and then, something unfathomable mystery, manipulated a huge force to twitch the tightly closed door, seeming to want to knock the door open.

But in the end the thing did not come in. Harry only felt that some powerful power was surging in his ears. After a while, the things outside quieted down, and then, the blood followed The gap under the door flows in from the outside to the inside.

And unfathomable mystery, he doesn't seem to fear the smell of this blood at all.

Even even.

A little more kind.

Immediately afterwards, he was frightened by the thought that came in his mind.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he immediately noticed something wrong.

He is sitting by the window now.

Sit by the window is enough, but his table here is a weird little round table, and he is holding a teacup in his hand.

The water in the teacup has cooled, but it does not prevent him from being able to see his reflection in the water.

A piece of blood red.

Only his face, pale like a dead thing without life.

Outside the window he can only see, covering the mountains and plains are all weird, crying souls.

This fear made him almost awake from his dream.

Of course he did not wake up.

But he immediately realized that this was not a real scene, but he was having an unprecedented nightmare.

The performance of this nightmare was so real that he thought he was a member of that group of monsters.

Perhaps, he killed these monsters and these people on the ground.

Or maybe these monsters are these people.

Harry felt his brain exploded.

He had never had such a weird dream, but he was able to exist comfortably in such a dream. This was what made him truly frightened.

Is there something wrong with him?

He tried to smell the smell in front of him, and the rotten stench passed through his mouth and nose, not just the feeling of nausea, but even a little pleasure. .

Perhaps this is the pleasure of killing.

Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat again.

Fortunately, this emotion did not last long. Suddenly there was a crisp bell and the clash of cups and cups ringing in his ears, so in a flash, those erratic pictures dissipated in front of him Then, the deep darkness covered his eyes again.

Everything is normal, like a normal sleep.

In the dream of this time, nothing strange appeared again.