Harry Potter: Sacrifice of Creation

As Turners chosen, the cards in his hand also scattered into bursts of light and disappeared into his hand.

Immediately after, he felt his mind suddenly empty, and after that, a mysterious feeling appeared in Turner's mind.

It was a very wonderful feeling, he could feel everything around him without looking.

Whether it's a dead thing, or something else, it can convey feelings directly into his mind.

It's a really amazing feeling, and it makes him want to stop.

Turner felt the message from the domineering of Seeing and Hearing, tried to close his eyes, and walked down with only his senses.

Step by step, at the beginning, he was a little unaccustomed to the sudden loss of vision, but gradually, he gradually began to get used to it.

The pace under his feet became faster and faster, and soon, he walked to the side of the alchemy array he had put down before.

Reaching out and groping on the alchemy array, the alchemy array, which had gradually been extinguished, was reopened.

Just as Turners continued to refine the adobe bricks, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his mind.

This feeling is very strange, somewhat similar to the kind of divine consciousness mentioned in the novel, which directly feeds back the detected information to the spirit, and directly lets you know your surroundings.

This is different from the perception he has just taken autonomously, this time the perception is passive, he doesn't do anything, he is able to know that someone is approaching.

Turner felt amazing, he didn't expect that there was a passive effect, and he didn't look weak.

He returned from the sacrificial space to reality, and slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with Harry, Ron, and Neville's awkward figure.

The three of them looked like they had just returned from training outside at the Quidditch pitch.

"You're back, how are you feeling today?" said Turner, looking at the three of them in disarray.

Harry and Neville are okay, they are inevitable after all, and they definitely need to be involved in training.

It's just that Ron is a little strange, his current age is not suitable for Quidditch.

However, I don't know for what reason, even if it rains, he has to go to the stadium with Harry and them, even if he is watching from the sidelines, he still enjoys it.

In the face of Turner's jokes, Ron was not dissatisfied with anything, his love for Quidditch made him not care about these hardships, but was very excited to tell Turners about some of the situations that Harry encountered when they trained.

To be honest, Turners really didn't dare to compliment this Quidditch sport in the wizarding world.

It's just a group of people flying around in the sky, grabbing a few balls, chasing the Golden Snitch, and Turners really has no interest in that.

Otherwise, with his physical fitness surpassing Neville's and Harry's flying talent, he would have become a full member of Quidditch long ago.

However, Turners has recently discovered that there is indeed a lack of entertainment in the wizarding world.

In addition to Wizard Chess, which everyone can play, there is only one Quidditch left in sports.

Seriously, Turner hasn't seen much of it in recent years.

Turners sometimes wondered if it was time to make his own entertainment game to enrich his life.

Of course, this is definitely not now, the world is not peaceful, if he delays his pace of improving his strength because of play, then in the end, he will regret it.

Until he reaches Dumbledore's level, Turners won't focus more on having fun.

To be honest, in this world, there are almost no wizards who can reach the level of a magician.

Sometimes, even tens or hundreds of years, there won't be one.

This era can be regarded as relatively calamitous and difficult, and the dark wizard Grindelwald of the German State a few decades ago disturbed the entire wizarding world.

Unexpectedly, not long after he was dealt with again, another one appeared, and the only thing to be thankful for was that this dark wizard was only active in the Great Eagle Country for the time being, and had not yet extended his hand outside.

Within more than a hundred years, there have been three magician-level wizards in a row, and two of them have made dark wizards, and no one has such luck.

Fortunately, they also have the only and strongest white wizard, Dumbledore.

It was he who helped the world escape the boundless darkness twice in a row.

Turners set his sights on Dumbledore, seemingly overthinking too far.

However, in Turner's opinion, this is actually not a difficult task, think about it, when Dumbledore is twelve years old, can he reach the peak of intermediate magician?

This is obviously impossible, and at this time, Dumbledore can have the strength of a junior magician, which is already very good.

Besides, Turners has a lot of resources in his hands.

There are many precious resources from other worlds, and with the support of these things, Turners will not be able to reach Dumbledore's level, even if he surpasses him, it won't take long.

And at that time, let alone Voldemort, who was still surviving, even if he reached his peak level, he would not dare to stand in front of Turner.

And he only needs to use his powerful strength to directly suppress this world, so that the entire wizarding world can remain peaceful, not because of anything else, just because he needs the peace of the world.

At that point, Turners can do whatever he wants.

"Okay, you guys quickly clean up and get ready to rest, tomorrow we have a holiday, just go to Hagrid's place, support part of the underground space first, and settle Nobo, he has been very dishonest lately!"

"Well, we got it. With that, the three of them quickened their movements, began to wash up, and prepared for bed.

Turners is also going to sleep, and tomorrow as he said, some are busy.

The next day, after having breakfast early for the five of them, they hurried towards Hagrid's cabin.

Draco, who was eating at the Slytherin table next to him, saw the hurried appearance of the five people, and he didn't care about eating, picked up two loaves of bread, and ran out.