HP Approaches the Magical World

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

After returning home, Jon visited the elders in the house according to the procedure, and then returned to his manor. The Christmas gifts have been delivered.

Now Jon doesn't have much energy to check these gifts, Bella will naturally come over to help him unpack the gifts, and then put them here in different categories.

The first thing I did when I returned to my manor was to check Kaledi's project.

"Hey, Caledy, good afternoon, you seem to be in good spirits!"

In the shade of the afternoon trees, it looked like a young man standing in front of an elf covered in dirt in his work clothes, with a full smile on his face.

Kaledi, who was standing opposite him, was expressionless, the eyes of the elf race were staring, filled with red blood.

When an elf became Hufflepuff's family elf, his courage also became bigger.

"Master, do you look a little radiant in my eyes?"

"Yes." Jon patted Caledy on the shoulder and said that he was very satisfied with his work: "I don't want to praise you? Don't care about it, do you want to take a break now?"

Of course Kaledi needs a rest, even the house elves need to sleep.

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

However, before that, Kaledi said, there was a letter sent to Jon.

It was sent by Anthony. Jon originally thought there was something important, but after opening it, he found out that it was a dozen photos.

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

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

Jon changed his pajamas and looked at these pictures, each one had that kind of eerie and mysterious feeling.

It even gave Jon a familiar feeling that was once immersive.

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

Perhaps because he was too tired, Jon didn't sleep long before he started dreaming.

When he realized that he was dreaming about this, his dreams had already started to get out of control.

How can people not control their dreams?

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

But this is obviously not the magic fairy castle.

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

It was like the time when he was observing Harry at sea.

He sat on the sofa and began to look around.

The room is well decorated. It can be seen that the owner here has carefully arranged it, 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 this ability.

Didn't the dark wizard almost draw his soul into hell?

"Yo, are you awake, kid?"

In the silent air, someone suddenly spoke.

Jon then turned his head. He knew that his power was insignificant here, but now he is no longer the little wizard to be 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 [Blue Deep Sea].

Although it takes a long time to linger from [Youlan Deep Sea] to the magic fairy castle space, those are insignificant compared to their own lives, like an ant.

"Don't be so nervous, little guy, I don't have any bad intentions."

Under the table lamp that suddenly lit up, a middle-aged man with light blond hair was leaning on the sofa, but his blond hair looked very harmonious with the darkness.

Jon is skeptical of the credibility of this sentence. If there is no malicious intent, why bother to pull himself here?

"This is just a dream, relax."

The blond man's face was full of smiles, but Jon's face became increasingly ugly.

Because he remembered what was wrong.

Those photos.

When I first looked at the photos, the familiar feeling was not an illusion. He had actually seen those scenes.

He had a dream just before the beginning of last semester.

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

He saw this man playing a moonlight sonata over the forest.

Over the dark forest?

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

"So, haven't you guessed it?"

Grindelwald lifted his chin: "Just what you think, be brave, don't think this is impossible."

"is it?"

Jon sneered: "That ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is really my pleasure, Mr. Grindelwald."

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

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

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

Or is the dark wizard promoted to legend?

Jon thinks this situation is not impossible. After all, he is the wizard who is most likely to be promoted. After so many years of self-closing here, even if he is promoted, it is not something to be surprised.

And if it is a legend, then it would not be a strange thing to appear here.

"I'm really not 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 should he read his mind?

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

"The kids nowadays are really not cute at all."

Grindelwald looked at Jon standing there, and suddenly had a headache.

This is simply not getting in oil and salt!

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

"Okay, no problem."

Jon sat down very happily, ready to wait.

This Christmas Eve is really unsafe!