HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon felt himself falling in darkness.

This was a normal reaction after escaping from the Fairy Castle. Jon was drifting left and right in the darkness, like a silent duckweed in the water, his soul drifting with the current.

It’s just that the wandering time seems to be a little longer today.

wrong.

Jon struggled to gather his spirit.

but failed.

What does this feel like?

What Helga said suddenly popped into Jon's mind.

hint.

It's a hint.

It's the kind of black magic that controls people's minds.

Jon immediately realized what was going on. After returning to the body from the Fairy Castle, the soul would go through a wandering state, just like the ghosts wandering in Hogwarts Castle.

Under normal circumstances, this state does not last long and can be returned to within a few breaths.

so.

He is trapped outside his body.

There were inexplicable footsteps guiding him, attracting him to fall bit by bit deeper into the darkness. Then, countless invisible shadows came out from the end of the darkness. They sang poems, attracting him.

Jon heads to the end.

But Jon knew that the end was death.

"I'm sorry, I haven't lived enough."

Jon's voice was like a whisper. He gave up condensing his consciousness, and even intentionally caused it to dissipate.

three.

two.

one.

Prohibition, triggering.

The protective measures Helga had left in Jon's soul activated on their own as she felt Jon's consciousness dissipate, and began to gather Jon's soul.

A moment.

Time seemed to stand still, and the distant shadows and singing voices were frozen in place.

Someone seemed to have opened a hole in the void, and a honey badger jumped out of the hole with a purple light, shaking the figures in the darkness away, and then headed upwards with Jon's collar in its mouth.

The next moment, he flew out of the crack and was enveloped by the light from outside.

Then, the blue ocean drowned him.

The honey badger was still pulling him behind him, and he was climbing back up from the path he had just fallen down. There was rich "magic liquid" in all directions. Jon didn't even need to look carefully to feel the huge energy contained in these liquids.

.

Infinite, sight and soul perception are difficult to move within, just like a thin wire can't pull a heavy boulder. The concentration of magic here is so rich that even Jon's current magic is difficult to activate.

This is the depth of the world.

The place where magic gathers, the place where souls are born and dies, the cornerstone of the existence of gods in the world... The world once seen under the guidance of Rowena Ravenclaw once again appeared in Jon's mind.

In front of you.

A moment later, Jon was dragged out of the sea by the honey badger.

…

"What a troublesome young man."

The slender figure that appeared on the sea walked slowly and gently on the water waves, making circles of ripples on the water.

Behind her, the purple skirt rippled up and down, but was not wet by the "water".

The honey badger leading Jon jumped behind Jon, jumped a few times on the water, and plunged towards her.

Then it turned into a golden honey badger embroidered on the skirt.

Around her, countless flowing gold condensed into swaying light, and green pupils projected towards Jon from a long distance away.

Jon looked at the familiar young face and the green eyes exactly like his own, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Oh, he is in a soul state now and has no saliva.

"Let's go, little one."

She held the hem of her skirt with one hand, like a little girl who accidentally broke into a party, smiling slyly and helplessly:

"Let's go home."

…

The so-called return home means, of course, returning to the Demonic Fairy Castle.

Jon opened his eyes and saw the familiar garden in front of him, with the immortal sunlight of the Fairy Castle shining through the treetops above his head.

He is sitting on the swing in the garden.

The elves were chirping and flying under the shade of the trees, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Floral?

Why does the Fairy Castle have the fragrance of flowers?

Jon was a little surprised, because it was not a real space, so everything in the Fairy Castle just "existed".

It can be seen and touched, but there is no smell.

But today, there is already the fragrance of flowers here.

"Found?"

Helga, who had changed back to her daily attire and no longer looked young, sat next to Jon and looked at Jon who was in a daze kindly.

"Surprising, isn't it?"

"That's not the case. Changes in the Demonic Fairy Castle have been going on all along, but I just didn't notice it before."

Jon looked at Helga, she had just escaped death, but she was not that uncomfortable.

Speaking of which, he almost forgot that he had already experienced death once.

"I was busy with those messy trivial matters before and didn't have time to observe these. However, these things should almost be over." His voice sounded without any fluctuations, like the silent void outside the floating island of the Demonic Castle: "

Just like you said, I was wrong before."

Jon raised his hand to catch a falling elf. What Helga said to him not long ago was not wrong. He was indeed too indecisive before.

No, not indecisive, just terribly wrong.

What kind of peaceful life do you want?

As long as he still has those memories about the future in his mind, he is destined to be unable to live a peaceful and ordinary life before everything settles.

Those beautiful plans in the past became vulnerable when faced with death.

No one knows which will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

That,

It's better to break up any possible accidents.

A near-death experience changed Jon's worldview a lot.

The escape I originally wanted did not come, but instead I felt an extra burden in my heart, and there was also a little bit of inexplicable anger.

He clearly didn't want to get involved in this matter, he just wanted to benefit from the trend, but those dark wizards actually killed him as soon as they came up.

"No, Jon."

Helga put her arm around Jon's shoulders and said softly:

"These are not your fault, it's the dark wizards who came to find you."

The legendary witch had a look of remorse on her face. It didn't take long for Jon to transform into a look she was satisfied with, but she was not happy at all.

It was the first time in such a long time that she saw Jon look so cold.

In the past, she always felt that this child was excellent, kind, intelligent, upright and not impulsive, and met all the standards of a Hufflepuff.

However, the somewhat depressed Jon now made her feel more real.

People always have to grow up, and parents and elders cannot always protect them.

Fortunately, it is already very early at this time.

To accomplish such an important thing in such a short time, even Helga found it unreal.

"I'm fine, ancestor."

Jon carefully regained his composure: "This time, I should be able to return to my body properly."