The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

After Rolf and Grindelwald came out of that dream city, they sat on the bed and sighed. How could they always be different from what they thought?

Now that the clue was broken, Rolf couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He hung the pendant on his chest, but made a metallic collision sound with Slytherin's locket.

By the way! Prophecy! I almost forgot it!

Rolf once again took the purple flower pendant from his neck, then activated the prophecy, and silently recited in his heart: Looking for the base of the Dream Witch in this world.

I saw that the pendant seemed to be attracted by something, pointing straight in one direction.

When Rolf saw this, he was overjoyed and quickly took out the flying broom and rode it on it, then tied the pendant to his flying broom.

Seeing this, Grindelwald quickly turned into a little blackbird and flew out of the window after Rolf.

Rolf followed the pendant and crossed the mountains, rivers and seas, and praised the crowds. Finally, the direction of the pendant box changed on a rarely visited mountain.

He and Grindelwald stopped at the foot of the mountain, put the flying broom into half the plane, and then walked slowly along the mountain path.

Along the way, beasts kept coming out from behind the huge rocks, trying to swallow the two bipedal beasts that broke into their territory to satisfy their hungry stomach.

However, they have no idea what kind of existence they are facing.

Grindelwald had no intention of taking action at all. Rolf also casually activated the magic model of Qingshui Ruquan, gathering a water snake, entangling the two wolves in front of him.

With Rolf's manipulation, the little water snake seemed to have infinite power, constantly shrinking its body, as if it wanted to accumulate all the air in the lungs of the two wolfs.

Gradually, they all fell into a state of suffocation, their tongues stretched out like dogs, and their eyes were also rolled up, extremely ferocious.

"Continue to go." Rolf said without looking back, and followed the guidance of the purple flower pendant to cross the bushes in front of the country.

Looking back, the towering mountains rolled behind them, like an unsurpassed barrier. Before he knew it, Rolf had already walked into the depths of the forest.

"Boy, is your spell reliable? I've been flying with you for a long time!" Grindelwald shouted at Rolf's head.

At this time, they followed the pendant's guidance and walked to a cliff.

The road under your feet is only wide in shoulders, with huge stone walls beside you, and steep rocks opposite you, which are about one meter wide apart.

The ravines in the middle were so deep that Rolf had to carefully stick to the stone wall to prevent himself from slipping down, and Grindelwald naturally turned into a bird flying beside him.

Rolf couldn't help but think that it would be great if his Animagus was also a bird, but in the best case, he could learn to disguise Margus. Then wouldn't he change whatever he wanted?

Just as Rolf was thinking about it, the light in the sky gradually disappeared, leaving only a thin line that was slightly luminous, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky.

Fortunately, he has night vision ability, so he doesn't need to free up his hands to perform fluorescent flashes on this steep mountain wall.

The only benefit of this mountain is that despite the cold wind whistling in the mountains and heavy snow, the gorge walls are never affected.

Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall from the top of their heads, and they quickly turn into water vapor when they fall on the mountain wall or path.

There is a temperature that is not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally he can see the heat rising in the abyss under his feet.

Rolf seemed to see the light and dark fire in the cliff opposite, and occasionally he could see the dark shadows of different sizes on the stone wall opposite.

Finally, the road ahead changed, and the shoulder-wide road surface was divided into two, one slightly upward, and the other turned straight downward, extending deeper.

The end soon disappeared into the darkness, and no one knew where the road finally led. But at least the traces of artificiality were seen here, indicating that the prophecy once again helped him guide the correct path.

Rolf stood at the fork, and he felt like he was being stared at, and as he continued to move forward, the feeling was constantly getting strong.

It seemed as if countless pairs of eyes were looking at him motionlessly in the dark, which made his mouth dry and his scalp numb.

"Do you dare not feel anything watching us?" Rolf asked in a low voice at Grindelwald, but only the "chirping" bird songs answered him.

As the altitude increases, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver wire above the head becomes wider and wider.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a huge cave appeared in front of him right. The lower edge of the cave entrance was slightly higher than the road surface. He raised his legs and stepped into the cave. Fire could be seen faintly in the depths of the cave.

After Rolf walked into the cave, he was immediately discovered by the witch responsible for the alert, and a black gas wall was blocking her.

"Who are you?" A cold girl came into his ears, but Rolf had no intention of talking nonsense to them. He wrote a wooden deed to obey them.

"Take me to your stronghold." Rolf ordered. The two witches were determined to resist, but they could not raise the power to resist at all.

Rolf followed them, and there was a fire in front of them, and there was a scattered conversation inside.

Rolf saw a figure that seemed to be squatting by the bonfire to process food. She saw the two witches walking in, and smiled gently first, and then said, "Why are you two back?"

But I didn't hear the reply from the two witches for a long time. The only thing that greeted her was a green light that shot straight into her face...

Rolf looked around and there was no other witch around except this witch. He couldn't help but ask:

"Are you three dream witches?"

After hearing Rolf's question, the woman who had just squatted on the ground couldn't help but answered: "The other sisters are going out to collect ingredients and supplies..."

Rolf nodded lightly, then looked at their camp.

Why do these people like to live in cave stone chambers? First there is the Horseman tribe, and then the Dream Witch Stand...

When evening came, the busy witches began to return to the camp one after another. Rolf wore an invisibility cloak at the door and cast wooden deeds one by one.

These are all high-quality free labor, and they are both beautiful and magical. It would be better to pull them to half of the plane to act as slaves.

Every witch who had not cast the wooden deck was stunned for a moment, and then a strange thought arose in her heart. However, Rolf did not give any orders, so they didn't feel anything.

After the last witch was successfully recovered by him, he pulled down the invisibility cloak he was wearing and revealed his figure.

When the witches saw a person suddenly appearing in their station, they were shocked. A woman who seemed to be the leader stood up and asked loudly: "Who are you?"

He was a very gentle witch, with reddish-brown straight hair almost waist-length, mature and charming facial features, and kind to everyone, he looked like a big sister.

What surprised the witches was that they should have been afraid of the boy in front of them, but no one used a spell to attack him.

"Are you all dream witches? You are the only ones?" Rolf looked around at the thirty witches around him, not expecting that there were so few?