HP Approaches the Magic World

When Jon woke up, the sunlight outside was already streaming in through the window.

Grindelwald was still sitting beside his bed, but on a stool instead of a bed.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Jon asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's just one night. Your soul has good resistance and you came out of it so quickly."

Grindelwald had no intention of concealing his actions. He admitted it so generously, which made Jon feel that he was acting in the heart of a villain and the heart of a gentleman.

It seemed that Grindelwald was really helping him.

"You think too much."

Grindelwald, however, didn't follow the routine: "I haven't used this method many years ago. It's too low-level and tiring to say the least."

His face was full of energy, as if he had woken up naturally from a good night's sleep, without any fatigue after staying up all night.

Of course it is understandable. After all, reaching this level is always a little different from ordinary people. Dumbledore also often stayed up late for a while. Although Jon didn't know what he was doing, it is understandable that as a legendary wizard, he always stayed up late.

He has so much energy to do things that others cannot do.

"I thought you would inform me before doing this, but I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. Senior, what if I don't react?"

"Don't worry, if you don't react, it will just be a dream, a gorgeous dream related to that period of history. After you wake up, you may be more moved."

He'd better be more moved.

"But what's the point of letting me enter this dream? It's not just to see the impressions inside this glove."

Grindelwald glanced at him and then shook his head.

"It's not that simple. If it's just to see that, it doesn't make much sense. Do I need to put in so much effort to let you go there from the dream? I can just create an illusion and you can see it."

His voice was low and magnetic: "I let you go in from the dream to see whose hands the other things are."

"other things?"

Jon frowned, got up from the bed and got dressed.

He vaguely guessed the answer.

"Are you talking about other... body parts?"

Grindelwald also stood up from the stool. The moment he stood up, the stool under his butt disappeared. It turned out that he had used magic to conjure it up.

"It may not be corpses, it may be something else. You told me before that this is the return of civilization. Since it is the return of civilization, it is impossible for only one god to be responsible for this matter, and there are always conflicts between gods.

Those who are connected, especially gods who are responsible for the same thing, there is always an inexplicable connection between them."

"Then according to what you said, if I can see them, can they also find me?"

Grindelwald didn't even have the desire to answer this question: "Do you think everyone has so many legendary wizards like you? Okay, let's have breakfast first and talk while we eat."

Grindelwald clapped his hands, and a tray flew in from the door, with prepared bread slices and milk on it, as if a house elf had just finished cooking it.

"Don't look at me with such surprise. After living alone for such a long time, you always have to learn to do some things to take care of your life. Otherwise, life in the tower will be too miserable."

Well, it makes sense anyway.

Jon silently took his piece of bread and milk and began to eat.

He hasn't washed or brushed his teeth yet. These things can be replaced by cleaning magic.

What is more important now is what Grindelwald said.

He had indeed fallen into a misunderstanding before. There were so many gods in one pantheon, why could only the body of Osiris be used to carry such a huge task?

"Actually, you are right. After all, corpses that have been divided into countless pieces are the best things that can be used as messengers. However, a divine system has so many inheritances that need to be inherited. It is impossible for one god to do it all.

everything."

Otherwise, what is finally reproduced will not be a polytheistic pantheon, which is against the rules.

"So, senior, you also think that their resurrection may be successful, right?"

Grindelwald shook his head again. The most common action he did this morning was shaking his head.

"Since the artifact has disappeared, it is impossible to return to the world again. This is the rule set by the deep sea. If every god system has the possibility of being reborn, then what is the meaning of the rules? Even those who once did not exist in this world

All the otherworldly gods have left here and have not come back, so the miracles born and raised in this world are not qualified to receive any favoritism."

He drank the milk in the glass in one gulp.

"There are many restrictions in this world, boy."

In fact, I guarantee that what he said is completely correct, but relying on his status as a legendary wizard, he can always know a little more information than others.

And these messages are the most precious resources.

Jon naturally still believed in what Grindelwald said.

First of all, Grindelwald was here to help him, and there was really no need to lie to him about this kind of thing. Secondly, there must be some important reason why Grindelwald put so much effort into what he did last night.

"So what you asked me to look for last night has any results?"

"I should ask you if there are any results. Come on," Grindelwald stretched out his hand and stretched out his fingers in front of Jon's eyes. "Now recall carefully what you saw last night."

Scenes of scenes fluttered and jumped in front of Jon's eyes. The dream that he had gradually forgotten since he woke up was pulled back by Grindelwald with extraordinary power at this moment.

The scene floated and finally settled on the long river.

There was also the melody that suddenly sounded in his ears, the sound of the blue Danube and the bright roulette wheel.

"That was the sound of a piano, and there was a girl. Behind the girl, there was a disk."

"disc?"

Grindelwald took back his hand, and a book flew in from behind the door, fell into his hand, and then turned the pages automatically.

He pointed out the pattern above to Jon.

"Is the disk you saw roughly similar to this thing?"

Jon took the book, examined it carefully for a moment, and then nodded.

"It's indeed similar. If this disk could glow, it would be more like it."

"Then there is a result. What you see should be the inheritance from Thoth, the god of wisdom. That disc is his artifact, the full moon disc that symbolizes wisdom."