Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Father!" Tommy Romney shouted desperately. He stretched out his hand to pull his father down from the sky, but his hand seemed to pass through a phantom and only caught a ball of air.

"Father!" Tommy shouted desperately, watching helplessly as his body penetrated the roof and floated towards the strange moon in the sky.

"Father!" Tommy finally shouted desperately, staring at the roof, looking at the place where his father disappeared——

He didn't dare to look out of the window. Although Tommy Romney's brain was too shocked to turn around, his instinctive reaction made him realize that the source of all dangers came from something outside the window.

Tommy Romney sat blankly in the corner of the office, his thin body trembling uncontrollably under the fear of separation and great sadness.

"No Father" Tommy Romney trembled and looked at the ceiling absentmindedly.

"What's in the sky?" Tommy Romney said to himself tremblingly.

Suddenly, Tommy Romney, who was still in shock and fear, seemed to suddenly think of something. He took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, and almost crawled to his father's desk, carrying the Facing the moonlight, he picked up the microphone on his father's desk that covered the entire building's magic broadcast, and then yelled——

"Everyone! Stay inside the house!"

Tommy Romney seemed to have exhausted all his strength and shouted:

"Red warning level A! Everyone, please do not leave the building, and everyone must not look up at the moon!"

Tommy Romney's voice echoed inside the headquarters building of the American Magical Association.

"Laura! Laura!"

"Daughter! Daughter! What's wrong with you, daughter!"

"William! No! William!"

"No! Come back! You."

"The moonlight is beautiful, look up!"

"Moo——"

——Similar scenes occur in every corner of the world.

All adult wizards and spiritual creatures who were exposed to the moonlight and either intentionally or unintentionally looked up at the moon in the night sky were instantly fascinated, looking at the sky infatuatedly, and slowly rising upward bit by bit.

Relatives and friends standing around them roared in grief, or stretched out their hands to catch them. Of course, a small number of them either had their heads uncovered, or looked up at the moon blindly and impulsively——

Instantly, a look of obsession appeared on their faces, and they gradually put on a strange smile. Like puppets pulled by strings, they slowly flew towards the moon in the endless night sky.

The bodies of all the wizards or spiritual creatures flying into the sky became illusory, and they floated into the night sky in vast waves.

"Today, I have gathered you here! Just to declare to you the will of the great leader!"

Germany, Berlin, this ill-fated city also has countless people floating up and slowly flying towards the night sky.

But inside a certain wizard tavern hidden underground, there was a group of people who seemed to have predicted it in advance and hid in this dark tavern long before nightfall.

A witch with silver-white hair, a straight nose, thin lips, well-dressed, but wrinkled face and a decayed face stood on the table in the center of the tavern, speaking condescendingly and extremely excitedly to everyone in the tavern:

"The great leader asked me to announce his return to everyone on his behalf!"

This tavern was full of people, both men and women, some well-dressed, raising their hands and feet, but most of them had an old and decrepit attitude. Most of them were in their eighties or nearly ninety years old. Even the youngest among them is sixty years old, but except for a few wizards who are old, with candles in the wind, and even their hair is about to fall out, most of the wizards either look at them with indifferent expressions. The silver-haired woman at the dinner table either looked calm but had a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, or had a perfunctory look on her face, as if she was just going through the motions and completing some boring task.

That aging witch——

In other words, after Wenda Luo Xi'er finished her opening remarks, she looked at everyone in the audience coldly, and Wen Da Luo Xi'er had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions and expressions.

"Hmph." Wenda Luoxier did not reprimand her, but sneered indifferently, as if she had already expected the current scene——

No matter how great Gellert Grindelwald is, no matter how clever his methods of deceiving people are, more than fifty years have passed, and no matter how clever his methods are, no matter how loyal his subordinates are, they cannot withstand the erosion of time.

"I know, right now, there are many people who are doubting." Wenda Luoxier said in a cold and arrogant voice, "Doubting the power of the great leader, doubting whether the fourth dimension really exists, and doubting whether the road to becoming a god is feasible. ?”

"Now, you don't have to doubt!" Wenda Luo Xi'er didn't say anything more, she just laughed softly. Light suddenly appeared above her head, and a crown of thorns shining with inexplicable light emerged bit by bit, slowly. Turning.

In an instant, a cold, indifferent, shadow-like atmosphere filled the entire tavern.

Wenda Rosier's figure became illusory, taller, fiercer, and like the master of death.

Wenda Luo Xi'er's face also began to change. The wrinkles receded, her waist became straight, and her silver-white dry hair became smooth and beautiful again. It turned black from the roots bit by bit. In front of everyone, her youth returned again. On to her.

"This is a gift from the great leader!" Wenda Luo Xi'er, who had returned to her youthful appearance, smiled softly, and then caressed her face obsessively, as well as her flawless, smooth and slender pair of hair. hand.

"This is a gift from the great leader." Wenda Luoxier easily jumped down from the dining table and landed heavily on the ground. She was satisfied to see the shock and disbelief in the eyes of the guys who were as old as herself in the tavern. Confidence.

"What magic is this? What magic is this? What magic is this!" Atef Harold, a tall, hairless Germanic man in his sixties, stood up in shock. The chair was knocked to the ground by him, and even the wine glass at hand was knocked over due to his huge movements. It slowly slid to the ground with a clear and crisp sound of breaking.

The performance of others in the tavern was not much better. Except for a few old wizards in their nineties who had been following Grindelwald for a long time and had seen and eaten them, no one else in the tavern reacted like Atef Ha. How good is Rhodes?

Wendalo Xi'er was very satisfied with their reactions. A mysterious smile appeared on her lips. She took a step forward, cleared her throat, and was about to say:

"This is not magic, this"

"This is not magic." An abrupt, low, and somewhat dignified male voice sounded from behind Tie.

Wenda Rosier turned her head in surprise and excitement, looking at the huge mirror behind her that occupied the entire wall——

Inside the mirror is no longer a dim tavern filled with decay and decay, but a cold, simple, drafty cell hanging high above a snow-capped peak.

Through the damaged walls of the cell, one could see the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

On the old and simple stone bed of the cell, curled up was a dry old man with almost all his hair falling out.

The old man sat up slowly, facing the mirror and the gazes of everyone in the tavern, his strange-colored eyes shining with determination and coldness.

"This is a gift!"

The old man stood up and walked towards everyone——

Step by step, the old man was like a broken clay doll, with decay and decay breaking away from him bit by bit. His figure gradually became taller, his face became younger, his hair gradually became thicker, and his clothes gradually changed. Be decent.

Step by step, he walked to the edge of the mirror, then raised his legs, stepped out of the mirror, stepped out of the desolate and lonely ancient times, and stepped into the dark interior of the tavern.

"My subjects," he said, "your leader has returned!"