HP Approaches the Magical World

The day after the banquet is the beginning of the Christmas holiday.

After returning home, Jon visited the elders in the family according to the procedure, and then returned to his manor. The Christmas presents had been delivered.

Now Jon doesn't have much energy to check these gifts, Bella will naturally come over to help him unwrap the presents, and then put them here by category.

The first thing he did when he returned to his manor was to check on Kaleidi's project.

"Hey Caledie, good afternoon, you look in good spirits!"

In the shade of the trees in the afternoon, the young man who looked dusty stood in front of the little elf who was wearing overalls and covered in mud, with a full smile on his face.

Kalaidi, who was standing opposite him, was expressionless. The eyes of the dead fish of the elf race were staring, filled with bloodshot eyes.

When an elf becomes a Hufflepuff house elf, he gets bolder too.

"Master, look at my eyes, do they look a little radiant?"

"Yes." Jon patted Kaleidi on the shoulder, expressing that he was very satisfied with his job: "Didn't I just want to praise you? Don't worry about this, do you want to take a rest now?"

Of course Calledi needed a break, and even house-elves needed sleep.

Jon also needs to rest. After a night of "carnival", he has been sitting in the car for so long, so he naturally needs to rest.

Before that, though, Calledi said, there was a letter addressed to Jon.

It was from Anthony. Jon thought it was something important, but when he opened it, he found a dozen photos.

It was taken by the photographer he sent to deliver letters to the dark wizards in the dark forest.

"I have to say, the filming was pretty good."

Jon changed into his pajamas and flipped through the pictures, each of which had that eerie and mysterious feeling.

It even gave Jon a familiar feeling of being there.

Putting down these photos, Jon shook his head and lay down under the quilt.

Perhaps because he was too tired, Jon started dreaming not long after he fell asleep.

By the time he realized he was dreaming about it, his dreams had begun to spiral out of control.

Why can't people control their dreams?

Jon tried to concentrate, but found that there was no difficulty at all. It didn't feel like a dream, but more like Helga's call to him.

But this is obviously not the Fairy Castle.

This should be a tall tower, and the sky outside has dimmed, but Jon can still see the sea.

Just like that time watching Harry at sea.

He sat on the sofa and began to look around.

The interior of the room is well furnished. It can be seen that the owner here has arranged it carefully, but who brought him here?

It's not Dumbledore, he doesn't have this need, and Jon feels that it doesn't have to be a legendary wizard to have such an ability.

Didn't that black wizard almost drag his soul into hell back then?

"Yo, are you awake, brat?"

In the still air, someone suddenly spoke.

Jon then turned his head. He knew that his power was insignificant here, but now he is no longer that little wizard who is slaughtered. If not, he can detonate the traces of the [Law of the Deep Sea] in his soul at any time. Then use the protective measures left by Helga to return to the [Deep Blue Sea].

Although it takes a long time to wander from [Deep Blue Sea] to the space of Magic Fairy Castle, compared with my own life, those are like an ant, insignificant.

"Don't be so nervous, little guy, I mean no harm."

Under the desk lamp that suddenly turned on, a middle-aged man with light blond hair was reclining on the sofa, but his blond hair looked very harmonious with the darkness.

Jon doubted the credibility of this sentence. If there was no malice, why did he bring himself here?

"It was but a dream,

take it easy. "

The blond man had a smile on his face, but Jon's face became more and more ugly.

Because he remembered what was wrong.

those photos.

When he just looked at the photos, the familiar feeling was not an illusion, he had really seen those scenes.

Just before the start of the last semester, he once had a dream.

He didn't pay attention at that time, because after using the blood purification potion, he often had some strange dreams and saw some strange scenes, so at that time, he thought it was nothing strange, but at this moment, all the strange feelings All emerged.

He saw this man, above the forest, playing the Moonlight Sonata.

Over the dark forest?

That's not to say...but this is not a dark forest, but a sea.

"So, haven't you already guessed it?"

Grindelwald raised his chin: "It's what you think, be brave, and don't think it's impossible."

"Yeah?"

Jon sneered, "That's really my honor, Mr. Grindelwald."

Although he didn't know why he was being targeted by the Dark Lord, Jon didn't slack off. Under his indifferent appearance, his eyes were looking at Grindelwald.

He felt a strange aura about the dark wizard, which was both strange and familiar, and he had felt it in Dumbledore.

But thinking about the relationship between these two wizards, the source of this breath became the same as his fluent English, and the source began to seem reasonable.

Or, has the dark wizard been promoted to legend?

Jon felt that this situation was not impossible. After all, he was the wizard most likely to be promoted. He had been autistic here for so many years. Even if he was promoted, it would not be surprising.

And if it is a legend, then it is not surprising that he appears here.

"I really don't mean anything malicious, you don't have to think so much."

Grindelwald's explanation is not convincing at all in Jon's view. Since there is no malice, why read his mind?

This kind of magic, which is more advanced than Legilimency, is more like mind reading. Jon has no way to resist it, so he can only avoid important content from being read by constantly thinking in his mind.

"Kids these days are really not cute at all."

Grindelwald looked at Jon standing there and suddenly felt a headache.

This is simply not enough oil and salt!

"However, since this is the case, let's just say it straight. You can't go back now anyway. How about sitting down and chatting with me?"

"Okay, no problem."

Jon sat down very happily, ready to fight.

This Christmas Eve is really unsafe!