HP Approaches the Magical World

There are many reasons why creatures in the world can become gods.

Maybe it's because of a good life, maybe it's because of the acquired hard work, and Helga's is probably a combination of the two methods.

This witch's whimsical idea of ​​the family crest does not only include the fusion of the Patronus and the World Tree.

The nature of the earth is to bear, but it is also good at separating.

For example, on the image of Helga's soul, the world tree and honey badger are embroidered on Helga's skirt, while on the image of Jon's soul, the pattern imprinted on his tuxedo becomes World tree and black flying bird perched on the tree.

This is a very powerful way of expressing soul energy. Jon didn't know it at first until his subsequent research on mysterious culture and the age of gods deepened.

While his admiration for Helga is increasing day by day, his understanding of the World Tree family emblem is also increasing.

For example, when he couldn't undo the soul blockade in the stone, he immediately thought of a way to solve the blockage through the world tree.

It's just that he didn't have a key at that time, and the driving force of the portrait was not enough. Without someone to guide him, there was no way to send the stone flakes into the Fairy Castle.

Well now, Perenal's craftsmanship is top-notch, even according to Helga's standards, it's just a little bit short of the law of space not being incorporated.

However, this rule is not necessary.

Jon watched the elves in the garden stop, so he stood up from the stool and shook the stone in his hand.

The garden elves had dispersed, and Jon stepped on the air on the grass to under the tree, then sat down slowly with his back against the tree trunk.

He spread his palms, closed his eyes, and began to chant a long incantation.

Delelle waved her magic wand in mid-air, directing the garden elves to scatter everywhere to protect Jon.

While Jon was chanting the spell, the stone in his hand flew up from his palm, and the inscription on it gradually faded away, turning into a transparent streamer, moving towards the world tree above Jon's head. The branches hang away.

Behind the stone, the half-world tree carvings also glowed, gradually submerging into the brows of Jon who closed his eyes.

And in Jon's ear, the sound of the waves of the sea suddenly sounded.

...

I don't know how long it took, Jon woke up from that blurred and obscure vortex, feeling that his soul had been taken over by exhaustion. At this moment, he was not as awake as usual, and his brain was left with a dull coma.

He couldn't even remember what he saw in the dream, but he remembered a hoarse whisper and a gloomy and turbulent darkness.

He seemed to be... having a nightmare.

It's just that the memory of this "nightmare" is like alcohol exposed to the sun, quickly volatilizing into the air, and then disappearing without a trace. Soon, he even forgot the darkness in his dream .

If it weren't for the soft glow of the World Tree still covering him, I'm afraid he would have forgotten that he had dreamed by now, and just took a nap just now.

Return in vain.

Jon sighed,

Plucked out of the air that stone that had grown glowing and swollen.

The thing was opened, but I don't know what memories the seniors of that family sealed inside, which made Jon almost unable to hold his own soul.

It's just too weird.

"What kind of information is it? Even if it's the curse of the dark age, it's nothing more than that?"

Jon looked at the stone in his hand with a headache. The records of the Dark Ages, of course, were chaos and disorder as the theme, but the only problem was that he really couldn't figure out why this senior in his family wanted to investigate the Dark Ages now. history.

That period of history has nothing to do with World Tree!

He lowered his head, and the World Tree graphic on the stone shone with green light, which clearly symbolized the color of life, but now it looked like a horrible virus left over from the Dark Ages, which made people feel uneasy.

In fact, Jon didn't quite know why he wanted to crack the contents of this stone, maybe it was just because of impulse, or maybe Grindelwald did something.

This thing really has a strange attraction to him, making him very curious about the things recorded in it.

Curiosity killed the fish.

But because Jon didn't seem to understand the record inside, the record was still preserved in the stone.

Seeing Jon wake up, Delelle, who was floating in the air, landed. Beside the elf leader, a black swallow without feet fluttered its wings, showing its existence to Jon.

Jon reached out and touched the head of his patron saint. He didn't know why the black bird was here, but he thought about the reason why he didn't subconsciously use the traces of the rules in his dream to understand the secret words of the soul sealed in the stone. , is also somewhat related to it.

"Thanks, Blackie."

The black patron saint let out a clear cry, and then turned into a black light, which penetrated into Jon's brow.

Jon has long been insensitive to the specialness of his patron saint, because Dumbledore's phoenix Fox is also the same. It is not surprising that the patron saint becomes a living body.

The only problem is that Jon's current strength is not yet able to turn his Patronus into a pure and complete individual like Dumbledore.

"Your Highness, are you leaving?"

Jon nodded. With the key, he can enter and exit the Fairy Castle anytime and anywhere, so there is no need to stay in the Fairy Castle for such a long time.

But that stone can be placed here.

"I'm going to leave now, put this here, hang it on the tree, I think you can do it."

Dai Leier nodded, and carefully produced a flower from the ground, wrapping the stone inside.

As the leader of the garden elves that Helga bestowed her soul on herself, Delelle inherited Helga's talent in natural magic, and because of Helga's ability to dominate in this space, her natural magic is very powerful.

However, none of this is what Jon needs to focus on now.

...

When Jon opened his eyes again, he was already in his room.

He looked around. Stephen was lying on the sofa and fell asleep next to the fireplace, covered with a blanket.

So Jon quietly got up from the bed and looked at the magic calendar on the table. One day had passed.

It took nearly a day to have a dream in the Fairy Castle.

Sighing helplessly, Jon walked out of the room, washed himself with the Water Curse, and then tiptoed out of the training ground.

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