HP Approaches the Magical World

When Jon woke up, the sunlight outside had already poured in through the window.

Grindelwald was still sitting next to his bed, only on a stool instead of on the bed.

"How long did I sleep?"

Jon asked in a hoarse voice.

"Just one night, your soul has good resistance, and you came out of it so quickly."

Grindelwald didn't mean to conceal his actions at all, he admitted so generously, it made Jon feel that he was in the heart of a villain before, and was like a gentleman.

It seems that Grindelwald is really helping him.

"You think too much."

Grindelwald did not play the cards according to the routine: "I didn't use this method for many years. It is too low-level to say it, and it is tiring."

His face was full of radiance, as if he had awakened naturally from sleep, without the exhaustion of staying up all night.

Of course it is understandable. After all, at this level, it is always a bit different from ordinary people. Dumbledore also often stayed up late for a while. Although Jon didn’t know what he was doing, it’s understandable that, as a legendary wizard, always There is so much energy to do things that others can't do.

"I thought you would notify me before doing this. Unexpectedly, so suddenly, Senior, what if I don't react?"

"Don't worry, if you don't react, it will only be a dream, a beautiful dream that has something to do with that period of history. After you wake up, maybe you will be more moved."

He had better be more moved.

"But what is the point of you letting me enter this dream? It's not just to see the impression that exists in this glove, right?"

Grindelwald glanced at him, then shook his head.

"It's not that simple. If it's just to see that, it doesn't make much sense. I still have to spend so much effort to get you in from the dreamland, just create an illusion, and you can see it."

His voice is deep and magnetic: "I let you in from the dream to see who owns the other things."

"other things?"

Jon frowned and got up from the bed to get dressed.

He had vaguely guessed the answer.

"Are you talking about other... corpses?"

Grindelwald also got up from the stool. The moment he stood up, the stool under his **** was completely wiped out. It turned out that he had used magic to change it.

"It may not be a corpse, but it may also be something else. You told me earlier that this is the return of a civilization. Since it is the return of civilization, it is impossible for only one **** to be responsible for this matter, and there is always a relationship between the gods. Those who are connected, especially the gods who are responsible for the same thing, always have inexplicable connections between them."

"Then according to your statement, if I can see them, can they also find me?"

Grindelwald didn't even answer this question**: "Do you think that there are so many legendary wizards around anyone like you? Okay, let's have breakfast first, and talk while eating."

Grindelwald clapped his hands, and a tray flew in from outside the door, with sliced ​​bread and milk on it, as if there was a house-elf just finished.

"Don't look at me with such a surprised look. After living alone for so long, you always have to learn to do a little bit of life, otherwise life in the tower will be too miserable."

Well, it makes sense anyway.

Jon silently took his slice of bread and milk, and began to eat.

He hasn't washed and brushed his teeth yet, these things can also be replaced by cleaning magic.

What is more important now is what Grindelwald said.

He did fall into a misunderstanding before. There are so many gods in a **** family, so why can only the body of Osiris be used to carry such a heavy task?

"Actually, what you think is right. After all, corpses divided into countless pieces are the best. They can be used as messengers. However, a **** system has so many inheritances that need to be inherited, and it is impossible to do it all through one god. everything."

Otherwise, the final reappearance will not be a polytheistic **** system, which is not in compliance with the rules.

"So seniors, you also think that their resurrection may be successful, right?"

Grindelwald shook his head again, the most he did this morning was shaking his head.

"Since the artifact has disappeared, it is impossible to return to the world again. This is a rule set by the deep sea. If every **** system can be reborn, then what is the meaning of the rules, even if they did not exist in this world. The gods of the world have left here and haven't returned, so the miracles born and grown in this world are even less qualified to be favored."

He drank all the milk in the glass.

"There are many restrictions in this world, boy."

In fact, he promised that these words were completely correct, but relying on his identity as a legendary wizard, he could always know a little bit more news than others.

And these news are the most precious resources.

What Jon said to Grindelwald naturally maintained an attitude of believing.

Firstly, Grindelwald was here to help him, and there was really no need to lie to him in this kind of thing. Secondly, there must be some important reason for the work that Grindelwald did so hard last night.

"So what you asked me to look for last night, is there any result?"

"Is there any result? I should ask you. Come on," Grindelwald reached out and stretched out his five fingers before Jon's eyes. "Now remember what you saw last night."

Scenes flopped and jumped in front of Jon's eyes, and the dreams that he had gradually forgotten since waking up were pulled back by Grindelwald with extraordinary power at this moment.

The scene floats ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and finally freezes on the long river.

There was also the melody that suddenly sounded in his ears, the sound of the blue Danube and the bright roulette.

"That's the sound of the piano, and there is a girl. Behind the girl, there is a disc."

"disc?"

Grindelwald withdrew his hand, a book flew in from behind the door, fell into his hand, and then turned the page automatically.

He pointed the pattern above to Jon.

"Does the disc you see is roughly the same as this thing?"

Jon took the booklet, distinguished it for a while, and then nodded.

"It's pretty much the same. If this disc shines, then it's more like it."

"Then there will be results. What you see should be the inheritance from Thoth, the **** of wisdom. That disc is his divine tool, symbolizing the full moon disc of wisdom."