Drift world

"When Venus rises, use my blood as a sacrifice, awaken the ancient contract, and travel through time and space."

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England, the suburbs of London.

Overcast rain covered a large, dark forest.

There is a tall manor in the middle of the forest.

"Take the red feather at the junction of time and space as a token..."

There is a dark, airtight room in the manor.

An old man in a black dress was standing in the middle of the room and muttering to himself.

His face was pale, and his head was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he was holding a black wooden stick firmly in his hand, shaking.A flame fell into the white bone basin in front of him.

There is a red feather there.

It was as bright red as blood, and was instantly ignited by the crimson flame.

The old man's face began to shake unconsciously, he didn't dare to stop the spell,

"In the flame of eternal life, open the path of time and space..."

He stopped suddenly, his eyes fixed on the wooden stick in his hand, and he muttered an unknown language, and then the wooden stick suddenly raised and swiped at the palm of the other hand.

Blood spewed out and fell into the brazier, instantly producing a red smoke.

The old man stared closely at the smoke, his face was already pale, and his figure couldn't help shaking. He was full of hope, but the smoke circled around the room and slowly dissipated.

The old man stared blankly at the smoke, with great grief in his eyes!

"Why! Why! Why! Could it be that the gods are far away, and even the red bird can't find the path of time and space? But why do we still stay here!? Family, blood, can it really be... only..."

His dry lips trembled uncontrollably, after all he couldn't say the last two words, tears were already streaming down his face.

"Merlin!"

He suddenly took a deep breath and stopped.

The wounded hand reached inside the gown, and tremblingly pulled out another red feather.

The blood on the hands wets the feathers.

Again his tears drenched the feathers.

The old man slowly let go of his hand, watching the feather slowly transferred into the brazier, and instantly turned into a red mist again.

This time, the red mist quickly rose from the bottom of the basin to the top of the room, like a beam of light instantly lighting up the ceiling, where there was a bright starry sky!

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"It's done! It's done!"

In the next second, the entire room began to collapse.

"Prophet Weekly", headline, "Prince's ancestral house explodes, a branch intends to inherit the family!" "

"Dear Sir, as a senior member of the Wizengamot, what do you think of the explosion at the Prince's ancestral home last week?

"The case is still under investigation."

"It is said that on the day of the explosion, Mr. Johnson Prince, a branch of Prince's family, received a message from Bloodline Magic, confirming that Prince's old patriarch was dead, but Prince's house elf insisted that the old patriarch was not dead, and the heir of the direct branch was still alive. , therefore refusing to give priority to Mr. Johnson Prince. What do you think of this?"

"The case is still under investigation. In principle, blood magic cannot go wrong. However, according to the inheritance law, if all the direct branches die, the offspring will automatically inherit the status of the head of the house and become the master of the house elves."

"But the house elves obviously don't recognize the master. That is to say, there are still people in the direct branch of the Prince family? Didn't Johnson Prince claim that the only granddaughter of the old master, Irene Prince, has been expelled from the family? "

"This requires a family tree to prove it."

"Some people say that although Johnson Prince got the surname of Prince, his ancestors were only apprentices adopted by Prince's family and did not have Prince's blood. Therefore, even if Irene Prince was expelled He is still unable to obtain the right to inherit the family. Do you agree with this statement?"

"Different families have different regulations on bloodlines and inheritance rights. I don't know the specifics of the Prince family."

"Would the Wizengamot ask the House-elves of the Princes for their memories?"

"Although some people in the wizarding world have recently advocated different treatment of soul magic, soul magic is evil, and the Wizengamot will never compromise on this point. As for asking house-elves to provide memories, if it is as it says, Prynne Patriarch Si is not dead. Doing so is violating the privacy of the Prince family, and at the same time an offense to the dignity of the ancient pure-blood family! You must know that this is the house-elf of the pure-blood family guarding the ancestral home! When the elves were tried before, they were all The elf's memory will only be checked after confirming that its owner is dead."

"So the key is whether Patriarch Prince is dead?"

"That's right!"

"Then do you think that the downfall of the Prince family just supports that lord's point of view: the wizarding world should unite and regain the glory of pure blood?"

"Although I don't want to admit it, the glorious era of wizards has passed."

At this time, at one of the countless intersections of time and space, on a deserted island covered with snow, the old head of the Prince family was sitting by the reef and warming himself by the fire.He stared at the burning red feathers mixed with broken wood and weeds, lost in thought for a while.

"Since the age of the gods, the channel of Aman Continent has been closed, and the magic world has declined for nearly 1000 years. Those who chose to stay, no matter what the reason is, have to face the decline of the family at this time. The blood of the ancient family The inheritance is about to end."

Having said that, the old Patriarch couldn't help trembling.Qiao Yunzhou, who was warming up with the old man, made noncommittal comments.

"It's not easy for any family to inherit for a thousand years."

But Huaguo is a country that pays attention to inheritance after all.For the old and traditional old people, it is really not an easy thing to do after the end.On the contrary, the young people of her generation don't have the obsession of their ancestors for blood inheritance.Just thinking that his family seems to be the last one, Qiao Yunzhou also sighed.

"But the more difficult it is, the more unbearable the pain." The old man said,

"That's right. So what do you want me to do for you?"

Her eyes were clear, and she looked at the old man through the orange-red flame.The old man's cloudy eyes lit up for a moment, and he said slowly and calmly,

"I ask for your help so that the blood of the Prince family will not be cut off in my great-grandson's generation."

Speaking of Qiao Yunzhou waiting for the barbecue by the sea, she suddenly heard a strange sound.It was as if someone was singing, the singing was intermittent, and in an instant, a gust of wind blew on the island!A puff of pink smoke suddenly rose from the burning red bird feathers.

Qiao Yunzhou immediately grabbed the grilled fish. She subconsciously wanted to isolate the "poisonous gas", and the energy of the surrounding space was indeed mobilized.

The red mist disappeared in an instant.Even Qiao Yunzhou didn't know where they were thrown.

"Ah, this move is very good."

If her enemies could be dealt with so easily, it would be easy.

The white bracelet hanging on Qiao Yunzhou's wrist trembled...

"This mist looks familiar."

The loyal Qiao Qing said,

"what?"

Qiao *Xiaoshugen* coughed falsely, and then explained, "I remembered that when Master Kunpeng contacted that space-time cultivator, he seemed to burn the feathers of that red bird as well. This kind of fog would also be produced."

"Oh?"

Qiao Yunzhou's eyes lit up.

"Could it be that there are space-time monks around here?"

She took a deep breath. Although the cultivator of time and space didn't know the details, according to what Xiao Shugen said before, meeting them is obviously a small probability event. The opportunity is rare and should not be missed.

After she thought about it, she discussed it with Qiao Qing again. Qiao Qing seemed to have never thought about the possibility that the cultivator of time and space might have malicious intentions, but thinking about his relatively simple experience, Qiao Yunzhou also felt that it was quite normal.

"I have nothing to lose anyway."

Gritting her teeth, she threw another red bird feather into the fire.

The pink smoke appeared again.They shoot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Yunzhou keenly noticed that the energy that had appeared during the previous tsunami was fluctuating again.

Above the offshore shoal, the space energy is continuously spiraling in a spiral shape.The sea breeze seemed to be disturbed, and the wind was loud for a while.

Qiao Yunzhou suppressed the blown hair and stared at the center of the spiral energy!

At this moment, a black-gray hole suddenly appeared there!

The cavity changed from small to large, and then expanded to a size of one meter in diameter.Suddenly, a person in a black dress and robe fell out of it.

"what!"

The man exclaimed and fell into the sea.At this moment, the hole in the sky has disappeared.But a group of silver fish near the sea was startled by this movement.They immediately attacked again.He opened his mouth to face the human form, and his teeth were as sharp as silver-white swords.

Qiao Yunzhou gasped, and subconsciously wanted to step forward to help, when she saw a flash of transparent milky white light, blocking the fish around the man.

"Armor protection!"

The school of fish seemed to hit a layer of hard and transparent armor, they circled around the man angrily and unwillingly, and then scattered in all directions.

'Do fish even have emotions? ’ Qiao Yunzhou always felt that his intuition was inexplicably unreliable, ‘No, is this man really a cultivator of time and space? ! '

She stared at the man in black in the sea.But seeing him wave a small brown wooden stick a few times, the water layer was separated from his body, his clothes became dry, and he slowly floated upright to the surface of the water.

Looking at the wooden stick, Qiao Yunzhou suddenly felt that the situation was strangely familiar.

This scene looks like a wizard waving a magic wand.It is said that she also watched HP movies and novels "before she was alive"!

Qiao Yunzhou was puzzled, and only then did she see the face of the man in black. This was an old man with silvery white hair. His forehead was covered with deep wrinkles like a knife, and his beard was cleanly shaved.Affectionate and serious, with watchful eyes.

And that vigilant gaze was fixed on Qiao Yunzhou like an arrow.

Qiao Yunzhou tensed his back subconsciously.

In the next second, tears of excitement flashed in the old man's eyes.He bent down slowly, put his left hand on his chest, and said in a passionate voice,

"No. 20, the fourth-generation Prince family head, met the respected space-time contractor!"

The author has something to say:

Boom boom clang clang!The first stop HP! Sahua welcome~~~

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Old Patriarch Prince: As far as I know, the first ones to appear are all cannon fodder.

Author: Hehehe, your spirit will last forever~

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