HP Approaches the Magic World

have to say.

Although Jon doesn't like praise, sometimes, especially when he encounters something, it's nice to have someone around him who can encourage him.

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 is getting busier and busier with his personal life and studies, there is no way to do this, and Seshatri fills this role very well.

As for how to do it, Jon thinks he still needs to discuss it with Seshatri and Grindelwald.

"So, the situation we are facing now is like this. I think you two don't need me to explain more about what we should do. There are some things that we all know very well."

The three people sitting at the round table looked at each other without speaking, as if they were all waiting for the other person to speak first.

Especially Grindelwald, who acted scheming while holding a cup of tea, but that cup of tea had gone cold because he hadn't drank it for too long.

So silence became tonight's Cambridge.

"Hey, I say, you have to say something at least. It's not an option for us to remain silent here. At least say something useful."

"What's there to say?" Grindelwald sighed: "I've known for a long time that it's not that simple.

No one knows better than us old guys who are legends how much it costs to save a lost life.

But the clearer we become, the less we dare. Our lives are too precious, and all hopes are placed on us. If anything goes wrong on our part, we will not only be destroyed."

"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. You can help Principal Dumbledore's sister come back from the dead, and you can also help the two of us build a life-saving barrier.

, is this a good thing to begin with?”

Seshatri still tried her best to persuade, but Jon also knew that Seshatri's persuasion might not be of any use.

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

There are some things about this, specifically referring to everything related to Dumbledore.

Building the Magic Network is not a trivial matter, especially since they also need to use the Hogwarts castle as a base. The person who will be most harmed by accident is Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts.

And looking at this posture, Grindelwald may not be willing to tell Dumbledore about this matter, and may even be blocked from the two of them talking to Dumbledore.

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

The look Grindelwald looked at Jon and Seshatri was not friendly, but was firm and domineering in line with his status.

So Jon decided that he should think about it again.

…

Harry heard the sound of blood flowing.

The large, bright red blood was flowing on the floor, snaking on the walls against the rules of gravity, and rising up to the ceiling bit by bit.

It was like the growing tentacles of some weird monster, exuding a breath of silence in the darkness, singing music from death.

He felt very weak. Amidst the dizziness and top-heavy feeling, he tried hard to see clearly the gorgeous curtains that were stained red by blood. The pillars that turned dark red after the blood coagulated had candlelight of the same color.

Everything here is dark red like blood, dark red paintings are hung on the dark red walls, and dark red ghosts are wandering under the dark red ceiling.

And the ground is even weirder.

The ground was covered with the bodies of various animals, but they didn't look like living creatures. They were all stone statues. They didn't have blood flowing out, but lay there quietly, falling apart silently.

There were chaotic footsteps outside the auditorium, and the piercing screams of boys and girls kept ringing. He could hear that the crowd outside was running away in panic, as if they were avoiding something strange, and closely

Then, something inexplicable manipulated the huge force to twitch the tightly closed door, seeming to want to break the door open.

But in the end, the thing didn't come in. Harry only felt some powerful force surging past his ears. After a while, the things outside became quiet, and then, blood flowed along the gap under the door.

The outside flows in.

And inexplicably, he didn't seem to be afraid of the smell of blood at all.

even.

A little more friendly.

Then he was frightened by the thought in his mind.

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

He is sitting by the window now.

It's okay to sit by the window, but the table here is a strange little round table, and he is holding a tea cup in his hand.

The water in the teacup had cooled down, but that didn't stop him from being able to see his own reflection in the water.

A piece of blood red.

Only his face was as pale as a lifeless thing.

Outside the window he could only see, the mountains and plains were filled with strange, crying souls.

This fear almost made him wake up from his dream.

Of course he didn't wake up.

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

The nightmare was so real that he thought he was one of those monsters.

Maybe he killed these monsters and the people on the ground.

Or maybe, these monsters are these people.

Harry felt like his brain was going to explode.

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

Is there something wrong with him?

He tried to smell the smell in front of him. The rotten stench in his mouth and nose conveyed not only a nauseating feeling, but also a little pleasure.

Maybe this is the thrill of killing.

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

Fortunately, this mood did not last long. Suddenly, the clear sound of bells and the clinking of cups and cups rang in his ears. In an instant, those erratic images dissipated in front of him, and the rich darkness covered them again.

It caught his eyes.

Everything was normal, just like a normal dream.

In this dream, nothing strange appeared again.