In fact, Helbo had never really studied the mystery of the Devouring Mirror. Or rather, what he understood was only a part of the power contained in this ancient mirror.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising, after all, Helbo didn't fully participate in the true meaning of the soul rule in the first place. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to bother so much, would he?

However, perhaps it was Helbo's 2,000 years of persistence that moved fate, and there seemed to be something that no one could prevent from happening.

"Who?"

"Let it go!"

Just as Greenwald reached out from the Devouring Mirror again and firmly clasped his thick wrist, Maca, who wanted to leave here immediately with the black box, slipped his hand bizarrely.

At that moment, the black box that he had just received in his hand suddenly fell from his hand, and because it was so close to the ground, Maca didn't even have time to grab it again.

"Smack."

I saw that the box was gently swallowed on the ground, and the lid of the box was so loose that it didn't seem to be closed at all, and it was directly opened.

"Hmph...... Hahaha! I knew that no one could stop it! ”

Before he could finish speaking, a large black mist poured out of the bottomless pit, and in an instant, it submerged the huge cavern in the belly of the mountain.

After a while, there was a "crunch" sound in the thick black fog, which made people's scalp tingle and goosebumps all over their bodies.

Not long after, with a roar, the heavy stone door at the entrance of the cave was shattered by a huge force. Then, I saw a hideous humanoid creature with a pitch-black body very similar to Helbo's demonic body slowly walking out of it with a black mist, and watched the world roar silently.

"Door...... was opened. ”

In the mirror of the Devouring Mirror in the cave, an old, wise voice spoke.

……

"What's that?"

Old Aslan and others, who were leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase their protective magic in the Yorkshire Dales, occasionally raised their heads, but saw that there seemed to be some unusual commotion in the gray fog in front of them.

Aslan hesitated for a moment, then drew his wand and took two steps in the direction of the north of the camp.

However, before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a large cloud of gray stuff gushing out of the mist, whirring over their camp.

"Like...... Is it a moth? Or a butterfly? A wizard said with a puzzled expression.

Everyone frowned as they watched the big gray moths pass overhead, and no one knew whether to cast a spell to defend themselves. Because they looked impressive, they didn't seem to be attacking the camp, they were just passing by.

"I don't know."

Old Aslan was also very confused, but after thinking about it, he still waved his wand and released an ordinary stun spell, knocking down several large moths.

Watch as the gray, ugly-looking moths flutter and struggle on the ground - their bodies are fat and fat, and their wings are not big, but they can support them in flight.

To be honest, watching it a little more can even make people feel a little disgusting.

"At least...... I've never seen a magical creature that fits this image perfectly. However, they seem to be very resistant to magic. ”

I watched as the fat moths struggled on the ground for a while, and soon flapped their wings and flew up again, blending in with the large army that was flying over this side. It was a few more moments before the huge swarm of moths swept over the camp and headed straight south.

"Old Sir, should we send someone to warn the wizard over there in Weymouth?"

The other companion said this, and old Aslan thought for a moment and nodded suddenly.

"Either way, I'm afraid it's not a good sign...... Send a team over and talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any thoughts on this. ”

It's just that this group of inexplicable moths really doesn't know anyone, and even experts in magical animal science can only watch them fly over the sky stupidly.

Half a day later, the large moths, which seemed to be moving purely for the purpose of migration, flew through the air near Weymouth and headed straight for the English Channel.

It wasn't until they crossed the channel and were about to enter France that the swarm of moths was seen in its entirety, unobscured by the fog.

The black, gray moth pulled a long formation, flew up and rattled, constantly stimulating people's nerves.

There was no doubt that the moths were magical creatures, as Muggles could only hear the terrible sounds of their flights, but could not really see what they looked like.

But when Muggles and wizards alike noticed their passing, they felt as if a strong sense of uneasiness rose in their hearts.

It wasn't until they reached the sky around Beauxbatons and scurled through the clear sky that Delphi, who was accompanying Willy in the garden, saw the scene.

"Huh?"

Willy, who was holding a gardening shovel, heard the sound and turned her head slightly.

"Ahh What a big bunch of moths...... Delphi, quick! Help me move all the curls indoors...... Moths love to eat them. ”

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willy plant flowers and weeds recently, has no reaction at this time. She just crouched to the side, carrying the shovel like Willy, but her eyes were fixed on the group of moths flying through the air.

"What's wrong?"

Probably afraid that the dirt from the gloves would stain Delphi's clothes, Willy gestured and finally touched the latter's arm with her elbow.

And only then did Delphi come to his senses a little.

"Huh?" She blinked and looked at Willy, but soon couldn't help but glance at the moths a little farther away, "It's okay, you don't need to move...... They don't eat core flowers. ”

"Really?" Wei Li looked at the core flower that had already picked up a pot, and said suspiciously, "But the moth will eat the core flower?" They are pests. ”

"No, they're not moths." Delphi pursed her lips and looked at the empty road with some complicated eyes, "They're Flober Gray Butterflies...... Father...... Well, Mr. McLean talked to me about it. ”

"Maca?"

When Willie heard this, she put down the flower pot in her hand and nodded knowingly.

"Since it was Maca who said it, then it's true...... Butterflies, though? But why do they look so ugly? I remember butterflies aren't all beautiful? ”

"Maybe!" "But Mr. McLean said they were butterflies. ”