Xing Ze had a long and bizarre dream. It was under a colorful starry sky, and the stars were arranged in twisted patterns.
The giant rose from the sea, bringing up huge waves. A black castle emerged from the fog, and a man in a ragged yellow robe with a pale mask walked among it.
Forbidden moans came from the black forest, the mountains of the far north Leng Plain moved slowly, blue flames and flames intertwined with each other, and irregular drums and flutes came from the abyss.
Someone whispered in Xing Ze's ear, using a voice he had never heard before, like a girl's slender fingers, playfully tracing his body, and like floating foam, gently wrapping his body.
"Wake up, my messenger." The voice said, "Wake up, my messenger."
Xing Ze was awakened by several unpleasant quacking sounds. He opened his eyes with difficulty. The sun was just right and the snow had not yet melted.
The dazzling sunlight prevented him from looking directly. He turned his face and saw the raven that kept calling. It was very big, with bright fur and a touch of blue in its beak.
Xing Ze recognized that this was the one that delivered letters to him at Hogwarts. Before magical owls were successfully cultivated, wizards mainly relied on ravens to deliver letters.
This is a spiritual bird. Its intelligence is not inferior to that of a magical owl, and its ability to recognize directions and fly is also very good, but it is not easy to tame.
"It seems I'm not dead yet." He slowly felt his five senses, body, and limbs. When he fully controlled his body, he immediately sat up from the snow and began to try to recall everything that had happened before.
The memory emerged, but it was very vague. I could only vaguely remember that he was blown away by Novel Ke's claws, like a kite with a broken string. He broke a small tree, and his spine was probably broken at that time, and
Not when it hits the snow.
With such serious injuries and such a cold environment, he shouldn't be able to survive.
At this moment, he felt something moving in his right hand, and then a black, amorphous gel-like object separated from his forearm.
This strange mass resembled tar and an amoeba. It twisted its body a few times, and then struck at the raven with a "swish" sound, so fast that it was almost invisible.
Before he could react, the poor raven was completely swallowed up by the black mud.
"You shouldn't have swallowed it." Xing Ze stood up and patted the snow off his body. He found that he didn't feel cold at all. "That's the messenger. It has wisdom."
But it was too late to say anything. The raven had already stopped moving. The black clay seemed very satisfied. It began to twist. Xing Ze vaguely felt that this thing had a special connection with him.
This connection is indescribable. To put it simply, the black mud is like his arm, oh, no, it should be said to be an extension of his body.
Then, a strange thing happened. After digesting the raven, the black mud began to deform. After a while, it transformed into a new raven. It was no different from the previous one, even the little bit on the beak.
Also painted blue.
If the contact hadn't been there, Xing Ze would have thought it was the original one. The fake raven squawked, fluttered its wings and flew not far away, then paved the snow a few times with its claws.
"Damn it, how should I explain it to Hogwarts?" Xing Ze complained. He walked towards the raven and saw the briefcase buried in the snow and Benson's wand.
When Xing Ze bent down to pick up his briefcase, the raven transformed into its original form and merged into his right hand. The whole process was fast and smooth, which reminded Xing Ze of a game he played in college.
"Interesting." He looked at his right hand, and there was no difference at all with the naked eye. He opened his palm, and the shining cubehedron was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
Of course, all of this is your masterpiece. Xing Ze thought to himself. The vague memory began to become clear. Just when he was about to be torn apart by Novel Ke, this pagan sacred object saved his life again.
The monster was decomposed entirely, and its blood, flesh, bones, internal organs, and fur were all devoured and absorbed by the pagan holy relics.
The huge nutrients not only rescued the dying Xing Ze and upgraded his body, but the remaining flesh and blood were also transformed into the black clay just now by the shining cube-shaped octahedron.
Xing Ze can feel as if he has been reborn. His vision, hearing and smell have been strengthened to varying degrees, his body is full of strength, and his cold resistance has also improved a lot.
But he also realized that this was probably the last time the holy object saved him, and he would not be so lucky in the future.
Xing Ze patted the snow on his briefcase, looked at the old wand again, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought. A cult holy object with autonomous consciousness, a maddening monster, and an organization hiding in the shadows, no matter what
A well-known secret...
It seems that Harry Potter's trip to another world is destined to be full of ups and downs. He doesn't know how much his foresight can contribute to the plot. But no matter what, he still has to find a way to return to Earth. Go home, this is
The only motivation that keeps him going now.
The wind and snow last night covered everything up. Xing Ze retracted his thoughts and looked around. Except for a few scattered woods, the surroundings were completely white. He was not a wild survival expert, and he could not tell the direction at all in this situation.
After thinking for a while, Xing Ze unfolded his right hand. Needless to say, the shining cube octahedron turned into a raven and flew into the sky.
"Then let's call you Blue Beak." He murmured.
It took him nearly half an hour to reach the railroad tracks, where Bluebeak was preening his feathers in a towering hemlock tree.
Xing Ze judged the direction and said to himself: "It would be great if this was the way home."
Blue Beak raised his head and shouted several times, with a warning tone. Xing Ze understood, he put up an arbor and looked at the sky, where two black spots were approaching quickly.
He squeezed Benson's wand tightly. His own wand was missing. As expected, it must have been absorbed by Blue Beak.
Someone else's wand will greatly reduce the magic, but it is still better than using it empty-handed. He is not powerful enough to cast spells without a wand.
The black spots became clearer and clearer. They were two wizards. The one flying in front was wearing a white snow suit and should be from the search and rescue team under the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.
The latter one was wearing a neat suit and a thick brown windbreaker, which was a typical Auror look.
After a while, the two of them landed four or five meters away from Xing Ze. Xing Ze could clearly see the golden sun pin on the suit collar of the latter person, which showed that he was a senior Auror.
"Hey, you, stand there and don't move." The wizard wearing a snow suit called, "Where are you from?"
"Relax, I'm not a suspicious person." Xing Ze half-raised his hands, "I'm a passenger on the train."
He saw the Auror pointing his wand at him and slowly walking towards his side.
"Is there anything you can prove?" the wizard in snowsuit asked again.
"It's in my briefcase." Xing Ze shook the bag in his hand gently, "I need to take it out."
"Okay, but slow down."
Xing Ze took out his Hogwarts appointment letter and his work certificate at the Ministry of Magic from his bag. He put the things on the ground and took a few steps back.
The snow-lichen wizard waved his wand, and something on the ground flew into his hand. He looked at it with a surprised look on his face, and then handed the thing to the Auror.
After repeated confirmations, the Auror said: "Sir, come with us, someone wants to see you."