HP Approaches the Magical World

The weather has suddenly become moody recently.

It was clear that the evening was still sunny, but just after midnight, the moonlight was covered by heavy clouds and rain, and in a villa in the suburbs of Scotland, the situation was even more weird. It was midnight, and the lights in the room were not turned on. There was no flame burning in the fireplace either.

It's dark here.

Occasionally, frenzied lightning flashes, illuminating the room.

The blood was mottled and scattered.

It's as if it's not a human room, but some kind of beast's dwelling.

If you saw the head of the python on the window sill, you wouldn't even feel that there was any disobedience.

Just feel horrible.

But Nagini is flustered now.

Today is the day of the full moon pilgrimage. Even though she has left the dark forest and has no way to gain buffs, she has not forgotten this day, but today is a little different.

She could feel the uneasiness from another soul. Although the blood curse will make the victim have two souls, but the animal soul will slowly wear away the human soul. Nagini is a special case.

She has an indelible obsession, so she has reached a delicate balance with the animal soul.

It's just that the leader is the snake also called Nagini.

But this uneasiness...

Could it be...

Nagini didn't even dare to think about the terrible result, that person was like a nightmare.

She stared at the outline of the moon hidden behind the dark clouds, and even felt that the faint moonlight was extremely dazzling.

"——!"

There was a wail from the soul, which came from the snake's soul. The whole body of the snake twitched because of the pain, and gradually coiled together, until finally, a beautiful woman appeared on the sofa.

It was rare to be released by the snake, but instead of feeling happy, Nagini felt scared.

That snake wasn't kind, it simply couldn't bear the coercion from the moonlight, so it let itself block it.

This incomparably keen feeling can only be felt by the beings who have participated in the patrol in the dark forest, otherwise there would already be screaming upstairs.

Nagini hated the Parseltongue man very much, but it couldn't stop the Parseltongue's control, so as a body-sharing person, Nagini couldn't do anything.

But if that man was really able to kill Dumbledore as he said, then driven by him, Nagini was also willing.

But this is all for later. What is more important now is that she wants to know what happened in the dark forest. Could it be that the man really came back?

She stood by the window, opened the window, jumped out, and jumped onto a giant tree with the help of the surrounding buildings.

Standing on a high place, it seems to be a little farther away from the moon.

It was an incomparably pure white moon!

Looking up at Nagini, in the praise of all life in the dark forest, and in the continuous sound of the moonlight sonata, that round of pure white moon hangs down from the sky, descending its great gift.

Just like the flood of water, like the dawn of light, where the bright light passed, the rainstorm stopped abruptly, the dark clouds in the sky retreated, the thunder and lightning disappeared without a trace, and even the whistling wind stopped, no longer blowing. Move Nagini's hair.

Illuminate all living beings.

Everything around became extremely quiet, even the chirping of crickets disappeared without a trace, and even Nagini's previous flustered mood suddenly settled down.

No more fear and panic, just enjoying this rare peace and quiet peacefully,

And this soft and watery moonlight.

This silence lasted only for a moment.

The figure of the man in the memory suddenly became clearer, and the melodious sound of the piano came to her ears, but it was like a church bell, knocking heavily on her spirit.

This kind of power, this breath, this familiar feeling, Nagini's hands trembled unconsciously, resisting the idea of ​​kneeling down, jumped off the top of the tree as if fleeing for his life, and drilled back into the house.

Then throw the dominance back to the snake.

At the same time, in the distant dark forest, the pilgrimage also began to come to an end.

Grindelwald played the last accent to bring the scene to an end.

As soon as he withdrew his hand, the piano in front of him completely disintegrated due to the huge amount of magic power it had suffered before. Of course, it has withstood the Moonlight Sonata played by Grindelwald himself three times. This piano is not bad.

It's not bad here either.

He originally thought that those partners back then would have a miserable life, so he came to take a look. Now that they were living well, he felt relieved.

"Are you leaving again?"

Ilsa flew up, and her figure was no longer so rickety. The gift of the full moon tour gave her a little life extension, so now her spirit has improved a lot.

"Don't look like this, Ilsa, I'm just going back to where I live now, you live well here, if I'm here, there won't be any happiness in this forest."

How can there be any joy in living under pressure?

This is the truth he has summed up after living in Nurmengard for so many years, man, it is best to be carefree.

"Master, you have changed." Ilsa boldly said: "Now you are more and more like us."

"Perhaps this is the trace brought to me by the passage of time... don't worry about it." Grindelwald patted Ilsa on the shoulder: "What did we start the war for?"

"It's for us to have a better life and a better home."

"Now, don't you already have it?"

Grindelwald withdrew his hand and looked at the wizards and dark creatures reveling in the jungle in front of him: "This is the paradise of dark wizards, we don't need to meddle in other people's affairs, let those young people go Let's go, Ilsa, you and I are old."

He stretched out his hand to open the space in front of him—it wasn't apparition, but a new method he had learned from being autistic in the tower for so many years—after all, he had lost his wand, so he could only find another way.

Fortunately, this new method is still good.

"If you really want to see me, you can come to Nurmengard to see me. I think none of the white wizards guarding there dare to stop you."

Ilsa didn't speak, but bent her bent waist to signal her farewell.

She is Grindelwald's subject and will always follow the master's decision and will.

After Grindelwald walked into the space hole, Ilsa straightened up, turned around and raised the cane in her hand.

The master has left a boon, so it's time for rejoicing.