Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In fact, Helbo has never really studied and understood the mystery of the Devouring Mirror.Or in other words, what he understood was only part of the power contained in this ancient mirror.

But thinking about it carefully, this is actually not surprising, after all, Haierbo didn't fully participate in the true meaning of the soul rules.Otherwise, he wouldn't need to spend so much effort to toss, right?

However, perhaps it was Haierbo's two thousand years of obsession that moved his destiny, and some things seemed to be impossible to prevent from happening.

"Who?"

"Let go!"

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

At that moment, the black box that was in his hand suddenly fell from his hand, because it was too close to the ground, Maca could not even catch it again.

"Pattern."

I saw the box lightly tapping on the ground, and the lid of the box was so loose that it was not closed at all, and it was tapped open.

"Hmm...hahaha! I knew that no one could stop it!"

Before the words fell, a large black mist suddenly poured out from the bottomless box, and in a blink of an eye the huge cave in the belly of the mountain was flooded.

After a while, there was a "crunchy" noise in the thick black mist, which made people hear the scalp numb and goose bumps all over the body.

Before long, with a bang, the thick stone gate at the entrance of the cave was shattered by a huge force.Then, a hideous humanoid creature with a pitch black body that was very similar to Haierbo's demon body slowly walked out of it accompanied by a black mist, looking at the world and roaring silently.

"The door...is opened."

In the mirror of the Devouring Mirror in the cave, an old and wise voice said so.

...

"what is that?"

Old Aslan and the others, who was leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase protective magic in the Yorkshire Dales, occasionally raised their heads, but saw the gray mist ahead seemed to have some unusual commotion.

Aslan hesitated, then drew out his wand and took the initiative to walk two steps towards the north of the camp.

However, before he could figure out what was going on, he saw large patches of dust popping out of the mist, flying over their camp.

"It seems... is it a moth? Or a butterfly?" a wizard said with a puzzled expression.

Everyone frowned and watched the big gray moths pass above their heads. No one knew whether to cast a spell to defend.Because they look amazing, but they don't seem to attack the camp, they just pass by.

"do not know."

Old Aslan was also very confused, and saw that he thought about it, and with a wave of his wand he released a common coma spell, knocking down several big moths.

Watching those few gray and ugly-looking moths fluttering and struggling on the ground-their bodies are fat and fat, their wings are not big, but they can support them to fly.

To be honest, watching more may even make people feel a little sick.

"At least... I've never seen magical creatures that fit this image. However, it seems that they are very resistant to magic."

Seeing those fat moths struggled on the ground for a while, they soon fluttered their wings and flew again, mixing into the large army that was flying over here again.After a while, this huge swarm of moths swept over the camp and went straight to the south.

"Old Sir, should we send someone to remind the wizard on Weymouth?"

Another companion said so, Old Aslan thought for a while and nodded suddenly.

"Anyway, this is probably not a good omen...Send a team over to talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any opinions on this."

However, this group of moths that appeared inexplicably did not know anyone, even experts in magical zoology could only watch them fly by innocently.

About half a day later, these big moths, which seemed to move purely for migration, flew in the air near Weymouth and went straight to the English Channel.

It wasn't until they crossed the strait and were about to enter the territory of France, the appearance of the moth swarms without the obscuration of the fog was not seen completely.

The damp, gray moth pulled a long formation, flew up and clashed loudly, constantly stimulating people's nerves.

There is no doubt that this moth is a magical creature, because Muggles can only hear the terrible sound of them dancing, but they can't really see them.

But whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, when they perceive them passing by, everyone feels as if a strong uneasiness arises from their hearts.

Until they reached the sky around Boothbarton and passed by in the clear sky, Delphi, who was accompanying Veri in the garden, saw this scene.

"Well?"

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

"Ah! A large group of moths... Delphi, hurry up! Help me move all the corona flowers indoors... The moths like to eat them the most."

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willie plant flowers and weeds recently, has no response at this moment.She just squatted aside, holding a shovel like Willie, but staring at the group of moths flying in the air.

"what happened?"

Probably because she was afraid that the dirt on her gloves would stain Delphi's clothes, Willie made a gesture, and finally touched the latter's arm with her elbow.

And until then, Delphi was slightly regaining consciousness.

"Huh?" She blinked and looked at Wei Li, but quickly but couldn't help but glanced at the moth swarm a little further away, "It's okay, no need to move... they don't eat rolls. Core flower."

"Really?" Wei Li looked at the pot of curled flowers and said in a puzzled way, "but moths can eat curled flowers? They are pests."

"No, they are not moths." Delphi pursed his lips, looking into the air with some complicated eyes, "They are Frober Lycaenidae...Dad...well, Mr. McLean told me about it."

"Maca?"

When Wei Li heard it, she put down the flower pot in her hand and nodded clearly.

"Since Maca said it, it must be right... But, butterflies? But how do they look so ugly? Do I remember that butterflies are all beautiful?"

"Maybe!" Delphi said, "but Mr. McLean said that they are butterflies."