HP Approaches the Magical World

Grindelwald suddenly appeared here at so late, certainly not to see how Jon slept.

He was not so idle, and if he simply came to see how Jon slept, he wouldn't carry the strange flame in his hand.

This flame didn't look like an ordinary thing, but it seemed like a ghost fire appearing in the nether hell, making the heart chilling.

Especially when Grindelwald put this flame on Jon's forehead and forcibly activated the glove in Jon's hand, this strange feeling became even stronger.

The only certainty is that Grindelwald has no malice.

Maybe there is no malice.

...

Will dead things come back to life again?

Such a question suddenly appeared in Jon's mind.

This idea is of course normal, because he has been studying ancient Egyptian myths during this period. The core element in this myth is the resurrection of the dead.

He looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to be a decadent scene that had been ruined for countless years. The bones of the wizards and sacrifices who had already died were still sitting in their place in the temple. Through their shadows, you could vaguely see The solemnity and dignity of the past belongs here.

Only now there is only dry skin and bones left.

At this moment, on those faces that had been dried for thousands of years, the dark eyes seemed to be staring at this sudden young man.

Jon looked at them too.

He didn't know why he appeared here suddenly, but he didn't feel strange as he experienced many strange things.

Seriously, these are small scenes. Compared with the **** scenes from the war seen in Helga's dual retrospective, the scene before him can be regarded as an ordinary memorial service after the war.

"Okay, don't look, who can tell me what place this is?"

No one responded.

Of course, the group of wizards who had died a long time ago couldn't speak to him. They just sat there in their original posture, and the moment Jon spoke, his movements stirred up a small air current here.

Those fragile corpses, being touched by a small air current, directly shattered to the ground.

Even the chance of saving was not left to Jon.

But Jon, the culprit, saw this scene, but couldn't help but smile: it is rare that he still regards this place as a place for tigers and wolves, and now it seems that he is the uninvited guest.

As for whether these "people" who have been crushed into powder will come back to life again, this question has already been answered.

If he could really come alive, it wouldn't be in his "dream state."

That was a miracle that the ancient Egyptian gods knew that the destruction of civilization had not been realized, so naturally it would not appear in his dreams.

Yes, at this moment, he already knows the origin of this scene.

A magic similar to double retrospect, and the source of the scene, I am afraid, is the Mr. Grindelwald who claims to have been sleeping.

Really, this should be considered impossible to guard against.

Although I don't know how Grindelwald did this, since it has already appeared, these issues don't need to be considered.

Wait until you go out and ask again. The focus now is to hurry up and study the things here.

If the things here can really come alive, he should really be happy, after all, that means that the ancient Egyptian gods are expected to recover, then the problem he is facing will be solved.

The gods can return well, so what is the need for him as a little wizard to make a memorial service?

These absurd thoughts passed through his mind once, and he shook his head and expelled him. Now what he needs is to hurry up instead of thinking about these meaningless things.

So, following the inexplicable intuition that emerged in his mind, he quietly walked towards the depths.

There were desolate scenes everywhere along the way, and those long-weathered walls were ruined and presented themselves to Jon lifelessly, as if they were telling Jon about the past here, but Jon didn’t care about it. It was messy.

In his heart, a certain conjecture gradually became clear, and as he continued to deepen, this conjecture gradually turned to reality.

Here, it should be the temple where Osiris' hands were enshrined.

With the thought of finding out, Jon pushed open the door to the underground.

The dust on the door puffed down, raising a cloud of dust in front of him, and then falling to the ground.

He raised his hand cautiously. Although the fluorescent spell cast without a wand was darker, it was better than anyone else. This beam of light floated above his fingertips, illuminating the darkness in front of him.

There are no steps, only a corridor that looks rather steep.

It is naturally difficult to help Jon, he stepped on the invisible ladder in the air, step by step down.

The existence of magic is to facilitate the life of the wizard, as long as it is used reasonably, a spell can be played out.

There are rooms on both sides of the corridor, which seem to be occupied by slaves living in the temple, because there is nothing here except the shackles covered with dust and the beds that have long been decayed into ashes.

The priests never shackled themselves.

He continued to walk forward, with heavy pressure in the silent darkness, until he reached the tomb at the end.

He stood in front of the stone platform and looked up.

The structure here looks like a room with two floors above and below, and according to the mechanical analysis of the load-bearing structure, it can be clearly seen that the above is a very grand building.

In mythology, such a building would have nothing but the halls of the temple.

So above this place is the temple of Osiris, and below is the shrine where a part of Osiris' body is stored.

Jon breathed a sigh of relief~www.wuxiahere.com~ But when he was about to turn around and leave, a faint voice suddenly came from the stone platform behind him?

Before he could react, his hand was already on the stone platform.

It's like being controlled by something inexplicable.

And then, a scene emerged in front of him.

With the resonance between the corpses, he saw it.

In the illusory realm of nothingness, he saw a river, and the sound of music was already crisp.

Someone was playing a piano piece that he was very familiar with, right on the bank of the river in front of him.

It was an illusory figure, slender and beautiful-even if Jon couldn't see her face, he would know that it was a beautiful girl, and behind this girl, a bright disk exuded a blue color. The light also dipped the river water into a blue hue.

Just like the name of this song, the Blue Danube.