Cassifer visits Hogwarts almost every year, not to choose which house these students should go to, but to attend a concert of his own.

It has a lot of fun, and it even spends an entire year writing songs, and yes, it sings a different song every year.

Especially in the last few months, Cassifer paid special attention to it, and even practiced his new song in the castle, which forced Char and Alicia to take refuge in their house on Mars.

However, the reason why Cassifer was so rampant to show his magic voice at such an important banquet was actually not because of Char.

It's that Ebus actually likes Cassifer's songs very much.

It's not that it's flattering, but I really like it.

He loved music, but the aesthetics of music were a disaster.

It's like a shell lang meets - a natural pair.

However, the sorting ceremony is basically the same every year, and Cassifer's singing, which is different every year, adds a touch of fun to this boring banquet.

However, compared to the bustle of Hogwarts, the train station on Skye is a bit deserted.

It's nighttime on Skye, and there aren't many people who roam Skye at night, except for those who live at Hogwarts.

"Toot Toot !!"

A shrill whistle came from one side, and Layton slowly turned his head to look into the distance.

Dense clouds surround the Sky Island, forming a sea of sky, and the quiet moonlight swaying on the white clouds, like water waves flowing, the beauty is not like the world.

But in such a superb scene, a steam-spewing vehicle slowly drove through the clouds, and the train of the human world and the surrounding white clouds formed a strong visual impact.

Soon, the train slid into the station, and the sound of gas gushing echoed through the station.

This was supposed to be the last train to come to Hogwarts, and there were still people on board, but there weren't many. Those who want to come to Skye have already come before.

Leiden waited quietly on the side, waiting for the train to change its head.

Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he turned his head sharply to look at a figure that had come off the train and was about to walk out of the train station.

It was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, her long blond hair was casually draped behind her head, and her clothes were very simple, just a simple long skirt, which was not very good-looking.

But Layton felt something familiar in that back.

He jerked himself up from his waiting seat, and ran briskly after the woman, and walked with her out of the train platform.

"Wait! Please wait a moment! He shouted from behind, but the girl kept walking as if she hadn't heard it at all.

Layton had been chasing after him, he had been badly injured before, and he couldn't do too much intense exercise, and the running of these few steps had caused an old injury in his chest that was starting to tingle, and his breathing became a little rapid.

But even so, Leiden has been a jogger in small steps.

For some reason, no matter how many blocks he ran, he was always one step slower than the girl, and he even ran into the magical town he had just left.

In recent decades, Hogwarts has had a rule that prohibits students from running to the town at night.

This is no joke.

As Sky Island gradually became a gathering center for magical creatures, there were some friendly magical creatures, and naturally there were also some evil or nocturnal magical creatures.

Of course, nocturnal creatures are not evil creatures, but evil creatures must be nocturnal creatures.

It's already night at this moment, and the current magic town can be described as a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Dressed in black robes, the black magicians wore hoods that concealed their appearance, faintly revealing their evil spell tattoos, and in the dark corridors, scarlet eyes were looking greedily at Layton.

Dressed in black robes and wearing a mask, the Grim Reaper walks the streets with a huge scythe on his back, and there are even demons and ghosts inside.

The biting chill gradually spread to all sides under the cover of the night that gradually covered the sky, and the strange mist surrounded it, making this place like a small underworld.

Such a neighborhood was suggested by Ebs.

It was established even earlier than the time when Zangzath came into contact with demons, probably sometime after the discovery of the dragon's lair, and it should be decades ago now.

Although the word "demon" does not come from demons, it is undeniable that part of the origin of magic does come from them, to be precise, Solomon who signed a contract with the seventy-two demon gods.

He was one of the founders of the ancient magical system of this world.

A magician is a being who seeks truth and excludes knowledge, which is not the style of a magician.

And there is a lot to be gained by communicating with these ancient, mysterious evil creatures, not only in terms of magic, but they also sometimes come here to trade with the things that exist in the underworld, and these materials are very important for this world where magic has been lost for a long time.

Of course, there are benefits, but there will also be disadvantages, that is, there will be the possibility that magicians will be bewitched by demons, or these demons will cause some chaos on Sky Island.

So Ebb has also been refining the rules of this night world, such as cooperating with the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper's communication with Skye Island can even be traced back to when Merlin was still the Headmaster.

The demons came to this town by the entrance of the Grim Reaper.

Therefore, the demons who can enter here are all controlled by the god of death, or rather, they can't enter here with their own bodies at all.

At night, a special barrier is formed that cannot be left by all demons, ghosts, and other nocturnal creatures, and only those who survive in the human world can enter and leave freely.

On top of that, the Grim Reaper will also intensify their patrols at night.

And those who can enter this town must also be adults.

They have a fixed three views, and they will not be easily bewitched by demons.

Of course, even so, there will still be magicians who have been bewitched by demons.

But in Abb's opinion, in this day and age, even without the existence of this town, those magicians would still be able to access demons from other sources.

And he thinks that there may be more and more such channels.

Because compared to ordinary people, magicians who come into contact with magic have more ability to contact the mystery, and this ability will naturally become a channel for contacting demons.

Abbb thought that it would be better for them to let it happen under his eyes than to come into contact with the demon in an unknown place and cause unknowable consequences.

Yes, at night, the whole town is under Ebbus's surveillance.

Gold is the metal created when a star's supernova explodes, and only stars more than 100 times the sun in the solar system are eligible for supernova explosions.

Such harsh and precious conditions make gold an undoubted precious metal in both the wizarding world and the human world.

This is also the reason why alchemy has become a discipline in particular, that which belongs to the realm of the gods.

The Golden Mark of the Wizarding World is a coin that contains a large amount of gold, and has a great attraction to both the Grim Reaper and those demons.

Such a structure of interests has created this nocturnal world.

The biting chill that flowed from the underworld made Layton's movements more and more sluggish, and he seemed to be completely unaware of the wrongness around him, but kept chasing the figure until he turned into a deserted alley, completely losing its existence.

He felt like his lungs were about to explode, and he kept panting against the wall, and even fell to his knees with weak legs and feet.

The surrounding ghosts from Hades seemed to have discovered such a weak human being, and they rushed greedily to take his soul and his body.

Layton's ears seemed to hear those sharp and terrifying laughs, and the chill in his body grew thicker.

Soon, however, a light lit up from a short distance of the alley.

The light was not dazzling, as cold as moonlight, but it was also warm, dispelling the darkness around and banishing the demons.

Layton slowly raised his head, and saw that at the end of the alleyway, a stag with a blue light came with noble steps.

That's the Guardian of the Gods, the more classic spell in the Harry Potter world, a spell that summons a Patronus, a positive force that can drive out those evil things.

"Your current physical strength is not as good as that of an old man in his seventies and eighties."

Soon, behind the stag, Layton saw a blonde girl, about twenty years old, dressed simply, but holding a wand made of white jade in her right hand.

Leiden's eyes narrowed to a point in that instant.

His hands were pressed to the ground, his shoulders trembled slightly, I don't know if it was raining, and some water droplets fell on the bluestone under him.

He choked his throat and said with a shudder.

"You're not dead, you're really not dead."

Although she is much more mature than in the past, there is no doubt that the girl in front of her is the hero Joan of Arc who held high the banner and led the West Francis to resist the invasion more than ten years ago.

"I never died." Joan of Arc walked over slowly and stood in front of Leiden, "I even asked the Germans to tell you that I wasn't dead, but apparently you didn't believe me. ”

Layton slowly raised his head and struggled to sit on the ground, tears already wet his cheeks, "But why don't you go back to West Farland, do you know how many people are investigating the truth about what happened?" ”

"It's easy to accept glory and appreciation.

But ah, Leiden, have you ever thought that when you go up a steep cliff to the top of a mountain, it's hard to come down again?

I was never a perfect person, but in West Francis I was a perfect being.

It's not good for West Francisco or for me.

In the past, because of the war, West Francis needed a way to boost morale, but now that the war is over, there is no need for such a perfect "Joan of Arc" to exist. ”

If it was Leiden when he was young, he would obviously not be able to understand what Joan of Arc said.

But now that he was an adult in his thirties, he knew more about the world, and he couldn't argue with Joan of Arc's words.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "What happened that day, were you rescued by the revolutionary army?" ”

Joan of Arc's eyelids closed and half-jokingly said, "Isn't what happened that day all written in that biography of me?" ”

"What?"

Leiden didn't react for a moment, but seemed to realize something, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Joan of Arc's words continued, and she said with a slight meaning.

"I was indeed saved, but it was not the German Revolutionary Army that saved me, but

God."

Leiden's heart throbbed violently, and the shock in his eyes was almost indescribable.

Soon, he came back to his senses and looked around sharply, looking at the building on Sky Island.

So, as the biography says, you were received by "God" to "heaven". ”

"For me, life here is no different from heaven." Joan of Arc said, "There is no need to think about intrigue with people, no need to think about how to kill people, or how to prevent being killed, with nature, with white clouds, with animals." ”

She lowered her eyes and looked at Layton, "I actually saw you when I was at the station." ”

Layton looked up again.

"I don't really want to see you." Joan of Arc continued, "For me, the name Joan of Arc is best kept in books forever. ”

After a pause, she continued, "But, after seeing your perseverance, I think that my parting must have caused you a lot of trouble. ”

Layton said in a low voice, "No, it should be my presence that caused you trouble.

You don't need to bother with anything, you saved West Farland and we all owe you our lives. ”

"West Farland was saved by the brave men who left their lives on the battlefield.

It was every West Francoiser who helped in that war, not me. ”

Joan of Arc sighed.

"It's because of your thoughts that I'm leaving."

Layton opened his eyes, and as if he realized the error in his words, he lowered his head in shame.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, she looked at Layton and continued.

"After that day, I received news about you from the leaders of the revolutionary army.

You submitted your resignation to the President and chose to infiltrate Germany as an individual to save me. ”

Layton smiled self-deprecatingly, "Clown-like decision, no intelligence, no plan, now that I think about it, I was completely going to die at that time." ”

However, Joan of Arc nodded undeniably and said, "If I had been there, I would have scolded you severely." ”

"Still."

She was silent for a moment and said seriously.

"Thank you."

Layton had no words.

"This life is very short, if you can find your own meaning in this short life, and pay for it, and at the same time realize this meaning, it is perfect.

I was lucky enough to have done it all before I was twenty years old.

Joan of Arc's life is complete, she has protected her country, she has protected her people, and she has no regrets.

Let her sleep forever in the long river of history. ”

Joan of Arc looked at Leiden, "When you get back, relay my words to those who are still seeking the truth, and let them."

Her words paused,

"Let's pursue our own meaning......" (End of chapter)