"Card Magic......"

Under the sea of stars in Lake Serim, Char, Alicia, and Sissi lie on the lawn by the lake and forget to look at the starry sky together.

Although it is not a plateau, it is also nearly 2,000 meters above sea level.

There are no big cities here, so naturally there is no light pollution.

Countless stars shine in the galaxy like diamonds in a river.

Yes, Galaxy.

It was only after seeing the starry sky here that Sissi realized that there really was a river formed by stars in this world.

It was as if it was about to fall from the sky, and the shock was hard to describe.

Char's eyes also shone with a galaxy of brilliance.

However, he was keeping an eye on Hogwarts with clairvoyance at the moment, and he also heard Morgan and Darniere's communication.

The creation of a new ancient magic, even Char was interested in it.

Not because of the magic itself, but because of the potential of the new generation of the wizarding world......

If they were alone, they might not have succeeded.

But because Char brought the fate of Dumbledore and Grindelwald in this world.

Under the influence of the inertia of fate, this trio is also obviously given certain fate responsibilities......

With the blessing of fate, what they can accomplish may be beyond the imagination of many people.

Char thought for a moment.

Speaking of which...... In his long memory, it seems that there are also mage templates that use cards.

Some templates are even powerful beyond the specs.

Do you want to attach this fate to this child?

If this fate can be allowed to appear in this world, then this world may have some more interesting variables......

Char's eyes glowed with a faint light, and then slowly hooked the corners of his mouth......

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Although there were many events the day before, the dawn of the next day was still as promised.

As dawn rises, the faint sun shines through the clouds and mist, and the streets of the city are still haggard and slumbering in the mist and dew.

The street lamps on the street vaguely depict the foggy street scene, and the city that is stretching its waist is gradually detached from the watercolor-like cityscape.

After the miracle of Char's appearance yesterday, the streets and houses that were destroyed in the disaster were all restored.

This led many in the city to think that yesterday's nightmare was just a hallucination. However, although the building was restored, the people who died in the disaster actually lost their lives.

So there was silence in the streets, and many people were still afraid to come out into the streets. Because the army hasn't left yet, no one knows if those monsters will come.

A pitch-black Mercedes drives down an empty and spacious street.

Mycroft was sitting in the car at the moment, and his assistant Rob was driving in front of him at the moment, gradually driving out of the city.

He carefully groped for the strange lines on his novice's hand. He had been looking for some scholars of ancient writing the previous night to help them decipher the meaning of the lines on it.

Although they were unsurprisingly unrecognizable, some ranges were given.

These scholars suspect that the rune was left over from the Vikings period in Northern Europe, and that it is somewhat similar to the rune of Rune, but with some differences.

The runes on it had already been rubbed down, but Mycroft thought it would take a long time to investigate.

He silently picked up the gloves on the table and put them on for himself, so that he could hide the metallic color of the hand.

The person he was going to see next was not fit for them to see the hand.

The car slowly drove into the Royal Academy of Britannia.

The school was a large school, so the car drove slowly for more than ten minutes to reach the destination they were looking for.

It was an on-campus town, flanked by rows of small, two-story wooden villas with courtyards. The streets are lined with plane trees, like mighty sentinels standing on both sides of the street, as if guarding the city, and like deliberately shielding pedestrians from the sun. Many of them were planted hundreds of years ago when the Royal Academy was first established, so they all have a very old history.

Mycroft opened the car door and stepped out, Rob said to him.

"I'll go find a place to park and I'll find you later."

Mycroft nodded, and walked slowly towards one of the villas.

He stood under the porch of this villa, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

After a few moments, the door slowly opened, and behind it was a woman who looked to be fifty or sixty years old, and her hair had turned gray.

"Mom." Mycroft said softly.

Yes, that's his mother with Sherlock, Peggy Holmes.

When she saw the comer, the woman's eyes lit up.

"McCroft!"

She happily turned her head to look behind her, "Borg, Mycroft is back too!" ”

"Also?" Mycroft frowned, and he looked through the gap into the room behind his mother, where Sherlock was sitting on the couch in the living room, his fingers crossed on his lower abdomen, looking at him with a frown.

And beside him, the Watson was also sitting there, and there was a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of them, which looked like it had been here for a while.

And his father, also known as Borg, sat on the couch on the other side. Compared to what Char had seen in the past, his hair was completely gray at this moment, and there were many more wrinkles on his face.

He was carrying a cup of tea in his hand, and when he saw someone coming, he blew on the hot air on the teacup and took a sip, then snorted softly.

"It's strange today that two busy people have time to come and see our old bones together."

"Borg!" Peggy crossed her waist and said unhappily, "The child finally came back once, what kind of face do you put on me?" ”

Borg snorted twice, then turned his head, avoiding Peggy's gaze.

"Looks like we're really in trouble." Sherlock teased.

"It's called fate, Sherlock." Peggy said.

Mycroft walked slowly into the room and into Sherlock.

"What are you doing here?"

Sherlock frowned and looked around, "If I'm not mistaken, this is my home too." ”

After a pause, he looked at Mycroft and teased, "Why, can't one mountain tolerate two tigers?" ”

"Don't be so mean, dear." Peggy said softly.

She looked at Mycroft, "I'll pour you a cup of tea." ”

"I want black tea, don't make some weird medicinal tea, Mom." McCroft said.

"Okay, okay, got it."

With that, Peggy walked to the side of the kitchen.

Mycroft took off his coat and placed it on the armrest on the edge of the couch. Then he sat on the sofa on the other side, with one leg on the other, looking relaxed.

Watson looked at Sherlock, then at Mycroft, and he said with a strange expression.

"I can probably imagine it."

McCroft raised an eyebrow at Watson.

"Christmas in your family." Watson said,

Mycroft smiled helplessly.

He looked at his father, was silent for a moment, and then said straight to the point.

"I saw the man."

Borg raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't react for a while, "What? ”

The one who gave us "wisdom". Mycroft muttered softly.

Sherlock stopped drinking his tea, squinted slightly, and placed the teacup in his hand on the table.

Borg opened his eyes as well, but was speechless.

"It's a white-haired, white-robed man who looks like he's only in his twenties, right?" McCroft said.

Watson remembered the scene from last night, and he looked at Sherlock, and he lowered his voice.

"That person has something to do with your family?"

Sherlock shook his head, a glimmer in his eyes, "Maybe now." ”

"In a sense, he saved our lives." McCroft said calmly, "It's not just us, his appearance has saved the entire imperial capital." ”

Borg stared at Mycroft silently, and after a moment he said, "It looks like what happened last night was quite small. ”

He and Peggy had been in the military's underground facility all night before, so it was hard to know what was going on on the ground. Coupled with the fact that the army is also blocking information during the day, it is even more difficult to obtain information.

He only knew that something happened in the imperial capital yesterday, and many people died.

"More than you think." Sherlock laughed, "It can even make your entire worldview collapse." ”

Watson nodded silently on one side, to be honest, he didn't sleep much last night, and as soon as he closed his eyes, everything that happened yesterday came to his mind.

Truth be told, if it weren't for the fact that Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson had experienced these things, he would have preferred to believe that what had happened yesterday was just a terrible nightmare.

But then again, his heart beats involuntarily every time he thinks about what happened last night.

"How much do you know about Him?" Mycroft asked.

"It's very important for me and for all of Britannia," he looked in. (End of chapter)