It can write off the memory of the whole city and tens of millions of people.

Speaking of which, it is absolutely impossible for Artoria to do it now.

If it's indiscriminately deleting memories, that's fine.

However, the choice of modifying the memory, this is somewhat difficult.

However, there are people who have made great achievements in this area.

The Sword Saint of Avalon, who once called himself the magician of flowers, had taught her.

That Paradise Wanderer with a bad character.

He told her briskly.

Just put your thoughts in the petals and let the flowers drift away with the wind.

Then everyone who receives the flowers will understand your message.

...

On the roof of the Woolworth Building, Artoria slowly stretched out her hand with an inseparable smile on her face.

A crimson Sayuri flower suddenly appeared in her hand.

Bits of light floated down her fingertips.

The night wind blew fiercely towards her, and the petals instantly spread out and pounced on her.

A pink aura rose from under her feet, and a huge magic array instantly unfolded, and the huge pink air flow slowly turned into a gentle young man.

The man had long silver hair, and his clothes were painted with all sorts of strange Celtic patterns.

The man's eyes were full of tenderness and smiles, and the wand in his hand was raised to the rhythm of the wind.

"The observatory of the sea within the stars!

Tell you from the corner of paradise!

The story of you is full of blessings!

Only the innocent are allowed to enter!

The ideal !! of eternal isolation ”

Suddenly, the magic circle under Artoria's feet brightened, and the petals in the sky filled the sky with incense array.

The wind swept through New York.

Everyone who comes into contact with the petals will pin today's misfortune in the petals and let them drift away with the wind.

...

Tell her, don't be upset!

In the group chat, Melta silently typed to remind Xia Ti.

Well!

Shati then flew over lightly, and he looked at Artoria with tears in his eyes.

I couldn't help but think of the friends he had met for the first time, those friends from the demon world.

He stood quietly beside her and said softly, "I will definitely meet again." ”

Artoria turned to look at him with the voice: "Yes! Will meet. ”

But the people I met again are no longer the same people I used to be......

Life, it's bitter like a song.

...

Sink.

Sink.

Continue to sink.

Throw away all the emotions that came before.

In the city drainage pipes that extend in all directions, a dark shadow suddenly widens, and a hand slowly stretches out from it, and then touches the wall next to it, and suddenly breaks free.

It was a man.

He was dressed in a robe as black as ink, with a hood on his head.

His arms were covered in intricate patterns of cyan color, and he had a wand between his fingers.

"Humph! It seems that the Glory Society is nothing remarkable. ”

On the other end of the pipe, Philippon walked over with his hands around his chest and a look of disdain.

"Now you don't huddle here like a rat crossing the street?"

"Mr. Philemon!" Bilbom patted the dust on his robe, still calmly, and said, "I'm going to correct you for a small mistake. ”

"Oh?"

"Failure is never in the lexicon of the Glory Society..."

"Who says we've failed?" Bilbom walked over slowly, looking at Philemon with a smirk.

"The saints are good at everything, but the time for the establishment is too short.

Sir, there are so many secrets in this world than you think. ”

"What the hell are you—" Philemon suddenly found himself unable to see through the man in front of him.

His eyes were as deep as ink, making people look at them with fear.

"Think about it, Mr. Felimon, why is Dumbledore so strong?"

"Humph!" As he spoke, Bilbohm leaned on the brim of his hat and turned and walked towards the end of the pipe.

"This is just the beginning..."

......

In mid-November, Harry was finally discharged from the hospital.

As Christmas approached, the whole castle gradually changed back to its original state.

Everyone has returned to the intense study.

Until, a few days later, a notice came out of Professor McGonagall's mouth.

...

In the auditorium, the little wizards were noisy and noisy.

The dishes on the table had changed again, and it seemed that the house-elves had completely mastered the Chinese recipes that Melda had brought back.

These days, it's a variety of dishes.

Let this group of British wizards in the food world be as barren as a wasteland, and have a good understanding of what is delicious for a while.

"Dingding!"

"Attention!" Professor McGonagall tapped the crystal glass softly, signaling the young wizards to be quiet.

"I have two pieces of news for you."

"First, welcome Mr. Shati Van Neval to take over the role of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

As soon as Professor McGonagall's voice fell, the young wizards present erupted in applause.

Except for the Slytherin, of course.

For two weeks, Defence Against the Dark Arts had been replaced by Snape.

Now they are naturally not happy about the substitution.

However, Snape was in charge of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which could have tormented the young wizards of the other three houses.

Potions class was already torturous, and now there was an additional Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Directly torture x2.

Now it's finally time to get rid of Snape.

Although they didn't know who that Shati Van Neval was.

But as long as they can get Snape away, anyone can come.

...

Professor McGonagall deliberately let Xia Ti sit on her right hand, and then Xia Ti also got up and said hello casually.

All the little wizards' eyes stayed on him.

Without him, Xia Ti looks too young.

Just in his twenties. This inevitably makes people curious.

"Second, in a few days, Headmaster Dumbledore will lead the Ilvermorny professors to Hogwarts for a study tour.

I'm here as a stern warning, and you all give me a good attitude.

Gryffindor, in particular, forbids all violations of school rules during this time. ”

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall's gaze slowly swept over Melda's face.

Then Hermione, then George, Fred, all slowly. Member D's cheeks went into Professor McGonagall's eyes...

It ended up in Hallie's face.

Hallie looked around a little dazedly, and after confirming that Professor McGonagall was indeed looking at herself, she let out an apology.

"That's it!"

Professor McGonagall deliberately revealed some news in advance, so that the naughty little ones could prepare early.

"In the coming days, we are likely to have a large number of transfer students. I hope that you can show the good side to your new classmates. ”

"Transfer students?"

"What transfer student?"

"Who is it?"

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, the whole auditorium suddenly remembered all sorts of cacophony of voices, and the young wizards were talking about it in their ears.

Especially the little wizards of Gryffindor, after hearing the news again, they all subconsciously looked at Melda.

"What do you see me doing?"

"Say it! Melda, you must have some inside information, right? The twins put their faces on their faces, leaned over, and looked at Melda firmly and said.

"What? Is this also inside information? ”

Melda exaggerated.

"You can guess with a little brain! If something so big happens in the United States, there will definitely be a large number of young wizards in North America who will transfer to another school.

So, guess they're most likely to go? ”

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