HP Approaches the Magic World

The day after the party is the beginning of the Christmas holiday.

After returning home, Jon visited the elders in the family according to the procedure, and then returned to his manor. The Christmas gifts had been delivered.

Now Jon doesn't have much energy to check these gifts, so Bella will naturally come over to help him open the gifts and put them here by category.

The first thing I did when I returned to my manor was to check out Kaledi's project.

"Hey Kaledi, good afternoon, you look in good spirits!"

In the shade of the trees in the afternoon, a young man who looked dusty stood in front of an elf in work clothes with his body covered in mud, with a full smile on his face.

Kaledi, who was standing opposite him, had an expressionless face, staring with the dead fish eyes of the elf race, filled with red bloodshot eyes.

When an elf becomes a Hufflepuff family elf, his courage becomes bolder.

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

"Yes." Jon patted Caledi on the shoulder, expressing that he was very satisfied with his work: "Don't I want to praise you? Don't worry about it. Do you want to take a rest now?"

Of course Kaledi needs a rest, even a house elf needs to sleep.

Jon also needed to rest. After a night of "carnival" and sitting in the car for such a long time, he naturally needed to rest too.

But before that, Caledi said, there was a letter sent to Jon.

It was from Anthony. Jon originally thought it had something important, but when he opened it, he found a dozen photos.

It was taken by the photographer he sent to deliver messages to the dark wizards in the dark forest.

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

Jon changed into his pajamas and looked through the pictures. Each one had that eerie and mysterious feeling.

It even gave Jon a familiar feeling of having been there.

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

Perhaps because he was too tired, Jon began to dream not long after he fell asleep.

When he realized that he was dreaming about this, his dream had begun to get out of control.

How can people not control their dreams?

Jon tried hard to concentrate, but found that it was not difficult at all. It felt less like a dream and more like Helga calling him.

But this is obviously not the Demonic Castle.

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

Just like that time when I observed Harry at sea.

He sat on the sofa and began to look around.

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

It's not Dumbledore, he doesn't have this need, and Jon feels that it's not necessarily the legendary wizard who has such an ability.

Didn't that dark wizard almost drag his soul into hell?

"Hey, you're awake, kid?"

In the silent air, someone suddenly spoke.

Jon then turned his head. He knew that his power was very insignificant here, but now he was no longer the little wizard who was at the mercy of others. If that didn't work, he could detonate the traces of the [Law of the Deep Sea] in his soul at any time.

Then use the protective measures left by Helga to return to the [Deep Blue Sea].

Although it takes a long time to wander from the [Deep Blue Sea] to the Demon Fairy Castle space, compared with his own life, it is as insignificant as an ant.

"Don't be so nervous, little guy, I don't mean any harm."

Under the desk lamp that suddenly turned on, a middle-aged man with light blond hair was leaning on the sofa, but his blond hair looked very harmonious with the darkness.

Jon doubted the credibility of this sentence. If there was no malice, why would he bring himself here?

"This is just a dream, relax."

The blond man had a smile on his face, but Jon's expression became increasingly ugly.

Because he remembered what was wrong.

Those photos.

When he just looked at the photos, the familiar feeling was not an illusion, he had really seen those scenes.

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

He didn't care at that time, because after using the blood purification potion, he often had some strange dreams and saw some strange scenes, so at that time, he thought there was nothing strange about it, but at this moment, all the strange feelings

All emerged.

He saw this man playing the Moonlight Sonata above 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 already guessed it?"

Grindelwald raised his chin: "It's just what you think. Be brave and don't think this is impossible."

"Yeah?"

Jon sneered: "That's really my honor, Mr. Grindelwald."

Although he didn't know why he was targeted by the Dark Lord, Jon didn't slack off at all. Under his cold appearance, his eyes were looking at Grindelwald.

He felt that the dark wizard had a strange aura about him. That aura was both strange and familiar. He had felt it on Dumbledore before.

But when thinking about the relationship between the two wizards, the source of this aura became the same as his fluent English, and the source began to seem reasonable.

Or has this dark wizard been promoted to legend?

Jon felt that this situation was not impossible. After all, he was the wizard most likely to be promoted. After being isolated here for so many years, even if he was promoted, it would not be surprising.

And if it is a legend, then it is not strange for him to appear here.

"I really don't mean any harm, you don't have to think too much."

Grindelwald's explanation is not convincing at all to Jon. Since there is no malicious intent, why should he read his mind?

This magic, which is more advanced than Legilimency, is more like mind reading. Jon has no way to resist, so he can only avoid important content being read by constantly thinking in his mind.

"Children today are really not cute at all."

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

This is simply a lack of oil and salt!

"But, if that's the case, let's just say it. Since you can't go back now, why don't you sit down and have a chat with me?"

"Okay, no problem."

Jon sat down with great pleasure and prepared himself for the attack.

This Christmas Eve is really not peaceful!