HP Approaches the Magical World

have to say.

Although Jon doesn't like to appreciate this kind of thing, sometimes, especially when something happens, it's a good thing to have someone around who can give encouragement.

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's personal life and studies are getting more and more busy, there is no way to do this, and Seshali fills this role very well.

As for how to do it, Jon felt that he needed to discuss it with Seshali and Grindelwald.

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

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

Especially Grindelwald, he held a cup of tea and acted like a wily man, but that cup of tea had been cold for too long.

So the silence became Cambridge tonight.

"Hey, let me say something. It's not an option for us to stay silent here. At least say something useful."

"What is there to say?" Grindelwald sighed: "I have known this for a long time, it is not that simple,

No one knows better than us legendary old guys how much it takes to save a lost life.

But the more we know, the more we dare not. Our lives are too precious, and all our hopes are placed on us. But if something goes wrong with us, we will not be the only ones who will be destroyed. "

"So this is a rejection? To be honest, teacher, I suggest you think again. After all, there are not many opportunities like this. It can help Principal Dumbledore's sister come back to life, and it can help the two of us build a life-saving barrier. , is this a good thing?"

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

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

This certain thing refers to everything related to Dumbledore.

Building the magic net is not a trivial matter, especially because they still need to use the Hogwarts castle as a base point. If they are not careful, Dumbledore, who is the headmaster of Hogwarts, will suffer the most.

And looking at this posture, Grindelwald may not be willing to tell Dumbledore about this, and it may even be blocked for the two of them to talk to Dumbledore.

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

Grindelwald looked at Jon and Seshatri with unfriendly eyes, with a determination and arrogance that fit his identity.

So Jon decided that he had to think again.

...

Harry heard the sound of blood rushing.

The big, bright red blood was running on the floor,

It defied the rules of gravity and meandered on the wall, and rushed up to the ceiling bit by bit.

It's like the growing tentacles of some kind of weird monster, exuding a breath of silence in the dark, singing music from death.

He felt very powerless, and in the dizzy feeling of top-heavy, he tried to see clearly the gorgeous curtains that were stained red with blood, and the candlelight of the same color on the pillars that turned dark red after the blood solidified.

Everything here is dark red like blood, dark red portraits 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 out. He could hear the crowd outside running away in a panic, as if they were avoiding some kind of strange thing. Then, something inexplicable manipulated a huge force to twitch the tightly closed door, as if it wanted to knock the door open.

But in the end that thing didn't come in, Harry only felt some powerful force rushing past his ears, after a while, the things outside became quiet, and then, blood flowed down the gap under the door, from The outside flows in.

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

even.

There is also a little kindness.

Immediately afterwards, he was frightened by the thought that came from his mind.

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

He is sitting by the window now.

Sitting by the window is fine, but the table here is a weird small round table, and he is holding a teacup in his hand.

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

A piece of blood red.

Only his face, pale as a dead thing without life.

Out of the window that he could only see, the mountains and plains were full of strange, crying souls.

This fear made him almost wake up from the dream.

Of course he didn't wake up.

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

The manifestation of this nightmare was so real that he thought he was one of the monsters.

Perhaps, he killed these monsters, as well as these people on the ground.

Or maybe, these monsters are these people.

Harry felt like his mind was going to explode.

He had never had such a weird and strange dream, but he was able to exist in this kind of dream, and 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, not only made him feel sick, but even a little bit of pleasure.

Perhaps this is the thrill of killing.

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

Fortunately, such emotions did not last for a long time, and suddenly there was the sound of crisp bells and cups clashing in his ears, and in an instant, those erratic pictures dissipated in front of him, and the thick darkness covered him again. closed his eyes.

Everything is normal, as if it were a normal sleep dream.

In this dream, nothing strange appeared again.

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