Squirming, trembling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The darkness is so thick that no one can clearly see the existence hidden under the darkness.

The deep darkness is like the darkest corner in the world, it swallows everything, swallows up the light, and even the moment the sound touches it, it disappears without a trace.

It's like being absorbed.

Immediately after, the darkness seemed to receive some kind of signal, and the moment the sound completely disappeared, its shaking and trembling suddenly increased.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the speed was too fast for people to react to, and it suddenly exploded completely.

"Boom! Boom! ”

Nothingness, expansion.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness huddled in the corner had completely opened, filling all sides, even taking up all the space at the end of the entire corridor.

Then, immediately afterward, the misty darkness seemed to stand still.

If you look closely, you will find that these fogs are not just fogs, they are like water droplets, broken and connected, like crystals, connected and imprisoned together, suspended in the air, forming a huge and changeable irregular network, with a strange and intimidating beauty.

But this suspension and stagnation did not last long.

It's like the most unpredictable substance in the world, its actions are abrupt and destructive.

With a sense of time disorientation, the black mist twisted and distorted again, as if in less than half a second, it had shrunk into a sphere the size of a fingernail.

Then another stagnation, and the darkness broke out again.

"Boom!"

With the roar of destruction, black smoke instantly filled the entire corridor, like a speeding train frantically crushing forward, with an unstoppable aura, whether it was the surrounding illusions, the surrounding real walls, or the hidden magic traps, all of which were vulnerable to its impact.

Not even the slightest pause, it had broken everything and roared towards the depths of the Magic Congress.

Behind it is the collapsed Parliamentary Corridor.

Nearly in ruins.

。。。

"I'm Emma, Emma uh. Forget it, just call me Emma. ”

"Imogin."

"Joanna."

"Anxi."

"Delia."

The witches lined up, responding politely to the portrait, as quiet as new Hogwarts students.

Thanks to Madison's good start, she didn't say her name, and there are countless magical spells in the wizarding world, and it is inevitable that there are no spells that can work just by name.

At least as far as she knew, Voldemort's name was a taboo, and not just because of the timidity of wizards.

Although the witches reached a brief trust with the portrait old man, they did not trust it completely, and Madison did not give his full name, even... Real name.

Although the portrait of the old man almost pulled off his beard, as a wizard, he also understood Madison's approach.

On the contrary, it is the unwary wizard who will make him look down on him.

-- because that's the same as not having any strength.

When everyone had introduced themselves, the old wizard nodded.

In fact, Madison was skeptical that the other party's age and the existence of the portrait could remember so much information, and they were wasting their time in doing so.

But they did it anyway, out of respect and out of gratitude for saving them, and anyway, they did take it out of the strange land full of illusions.

However, looking at the portrait of the old man brushing his beard one by one, Madison wondered if this guy had also been a professor at some magic school before.

It's very unpleasant. Old-fashioned.

Madison is not a good boy in school, after all, there are only a few female stars who are mixed in Hollywood and have high academic qualifications.

What's more, in the world of witches, Madison is not a big star.

"Thank you so much for bringing us out." After a few seconds of silence, Madison took the lead and said, "If you have any other news, or would like to elaborate on what the Outlander War is, perhaps we'd be even more grateful." ”

"What a cunning little fellow." The portrait of the old man stroked his beard and squinted and smiled, "You didn't give anything substantive at all except thanks, but... There's nothing that works for an old guy in my portrait. ”

"It's okay, I've been alone for a long time, and I'm very happy to have someone to talk to."

"I was going to explain it to you in detail."

"That couldn't be better." Madison spread his hands.

"Clean it up."

"Back to normal."

The next moment, the familiar pronunciation of the spell sounded in Madison's ears.

Taking advantage of the time to chat with the old man in the portrait, Imojin and the others didn't know whether they disliked the surrounding environment because it was too dirty, or if it was just itchy hands, waving their magic wands, and began to work as a servant.

Madison looked at the crowd of humanoid house-elves around him with great interest, and he didn't know what kind of expression he should put on.

But it is undeniable that the effect of magic is still very good.

The magical civilization of the Harry Potter world, whether it is a strange and deformed system, no system norms, or they obviously have some powerful magical effects, but in the end they can't develop them, it has quite a high merit after all.

Potions, Transfiguration, these major systematic disciplines, as well as restoration, illusion shifting, these are often very complex spells that are wanted to be done by very high magical civilizations.

Imojin and the others used it at this time to restore the original.

A magic that a young wizard can master soon after getting started, but the effect is absolutely powerful.

As the spell spreads, the broken room begins to slowly repair, and the traces of time that cover it fade away, revealing the once gorgeous garment.

Restoring the original magic can repair all damaged existence, except for what has been consumed, even the traces of the passage of time are within its scope of repair.

In a sense, it's incredible.

The cobwebs were swept away by the magic of cleansing, the tide insects in the corners were reduced to ashes, the dusty silver wine glass tray was re-revealed, and the long wooden table with missing corners and stains glowed again.

The wand emitted a soft and small glow that lit the chandelier, and the half-burned candle was refloated into the air by the witches, clinging to the wall with a faint goose-yellow sheen.

The whole room has almost changed its appearance, and with a little embellishment, it recreates the grandeur and solemnity of the Magical Congress of the United States.

"I'm so nostalgic."

There were all wizards, or all wizards in life, and no one was surprised by such a situation.

Looking at the rejuvenating room in front of him, the old wizard in the portrait sighed, he stayed in the portrait and watched the abandoned magic kingdom decay and decay, of course he wanted to use magic to save it, but he was just a portrait, he couldn't do anything.

Not to mention unleashing magic.

Now, this place has been rearranged by the witches, looking at the familiar scenes and objects, time seems to have crossed the distance of a hundred years in an instant, and everything is in front of him again, just like yesterday.

But the empty portraits on the walls except for him, as well as the bookshelves that were missing most of them, and the potions shelves with only empty crystal bottles left, all showed that there were some things, even magic, that could not be undone.

Imogen was also the first to pay attention to the bookshelves and potions stands, which were the most valuable things in the wizarding world at all times.

The former represents priceless knowledge, while the latter is equally valuable.

Unfortunately, neither of these is recoverable.

Potions are consumables, naturally not within the scope of the reappearance of recovery spells, and the parchment scrolls and magic books of the wizarding world have special magical powers, and unless they are particularly powerful wizards, they are rarely reproduced by others without protection.

Because the magic script and the ancient magic script themselves are magical beings.

Imogen stepped forward and looked through the bookshelves and the empty bottles of potions, shaking his head regretfully at Madison.

Madison responded with a wide roll of the eye.

These witches never seem to know the point of the matter, what are they doing in such a hurry to clean the room, are they all housewives?

The danger has not yet been lifted, and if it returns after a few moments, it is entirely possible that the entire parliament will be destroyed again, let alone this room.

Never mind.. Didn't waste much time anyway.

With a hook of her fingers, the tall wooden chair that was placed around the long table like petals popped out, and it slid under Madison's ass on its own, allowing her to sit steadily.

The soft table cushions and delicate carvings show a high level of craftsmanship and echo the retro style of the surrounding rooms, as if transporting them to the old Middle Ages in an instant.

Merlin and King Arthur and the era of the Knights of the Round Table.

Of course, it's a glorified version, not the real, blood-drinking dark Middle Ages.

Seeing this, the other witches also found their places and sat down, and then looked at the old wizard in the portrait with blank eyes.

Madison rolled his eyes again.

Whether it's Merlin or God, when creating oneself, there must have been something else added to it in addition to magic and soul, such as... Pig teammates.

Madison felt that his patience had reached the limit.

Fortunately, the old wizard seems to think the same way.

"I'm going to tell you a few things." "No matter how incredible it sounds, what I want to say is that they're real." ”

They looked at each other, and then Imokin, Joanna, and the others nodded at the same time.

"It was a very ordinary day. Then all of us were on another otherworld, including the entire Magic Congress building. ”

Madison & Imokin & Joanna & The Witches: ...

"It's called." Imojin almost held her breath and didn't come up, and after enduring it for a long time, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered on the side, "... That sounds real. ”

She couldn't be blamed, the witches below were already sitting upright, ready to listen to the secrets of the wizarding world in the old wizard's mouth, but they didn't expect his first sentence to sound so unreliable.

Although Madison also wanted to complain, but combined with her own experience, she stubbornly held back, frowned, and continued to listen.

"We thought we were in some other world, and while it sounded incredible, it wasn't that hard for us wizards to accept."

"At that time. . . The most powerful wizards in our native Britain and those powerful wizards in the colonies have joined forces to prepare for a move in Parliament. ”

"Excuse me." Madison said, "Native and colonial. What era were you? ”

The old wizard was stunned for a moment, then recalled, "One six. I can't remember. He paused slightly, and looked at a black witch below, "But Muggles were still enslaving each other back then." ”

Although the black girl looked angry, she also knew that the matter had long passed, it was about their ancestors, and the old wizard did not mean to discriminate, just stated a fact.

Madison nodded slightly, indicating that he would not bother the wizard man again, and motioned for him to continue.

"There are many records of this, and there are many wizards who have encountered such things. But we thought it was just a legend. ”

"This is a personal experience. Recording it is definitely a big event that changed the entire wizarding world. ”

"But we later found out that it wasn't any other world at all. It was a completely unknown, unusually dark space. ”

"You've left your own world?" The old wizard's account came to an end, and Madison was still frowning.

Imojin and the others reacted similarly, this kind of thing sounds incredible, if they hadn't personally experienced the existence of the second world, I'm afraid they wouldn't even believe it.

Madison, on the other hand, thinks a little more than they do.

"Yes." Madison's question didn't need to be thought about at all, and the old wizard nodded in reply.

"Before the crossing. Is there anything out of the ordinary, or something worth noting? Madison then asked.

The old wizard in the portrait frowned with rich white eyebrows, and seemed to think for a while before he said with a sad face, "If it's not that I'm too old to remember, then... It's just that there's nothing out of the ordinary. ”

"That's it. It was a very uneventful day, and then we entered that space. ”

Madison nodded thoughtfully, it seemed that it was no different from her crossing, she was also asleep, nothing happened, and when she woke up the next morning, she had already arrived in this world.

After Madison and the others seemed to have accepted and digested this information, the old wizard went back to his words.

"We don't know how long we've been drifting in this space, so long that we've lost the concept of time and space, I don't know if it's lucky or weird, there really doesn't seem to be time there."

"Time stops passing in us, it loses its effect, we don't feel hungry, we don't feel tired, everything seems to be forever frozen in the moment we enter this space."