In fact, Haierbo has never really understood the mystery of the Devouring Mirror. In other words, what he understood was only part of the power contained in this ancient mirror.
But if you think about it carefully, this is actually not surprising. After all, Haierbo has not fully understood the true meaning of soul rules. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to put in so much effort, right
However, perhaps it was Haierbo's two thousand years of perseverance that moved fate. There are some things that no one seems to be able to prevent from happening.
"who?"
"Let go!"
Just when Grindelwald reached out his hand from the Devouring Mirror again and firmly clasped his thick wrist, Maka, who wanted to take the black box and leave here immediately, strangely slipped her hand. .
At that moment, the black box he had just taken suddenly fell from his hand. Because it was too close to the ground, Maka didn't even have time to grab it again.
"Crack."
I saw the box being lightly chewed on the ground. The lid of the box was so loose that it seemed as if it had not been closed at all and had been cracked open.
"Humph... Hahaha! I knew that no one could stop it!"
Before he finished speaking, a large black mist suddenly poured out from the bottomless pit-like box, submerging the huge cave in the heart of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
After a while, there was a "crunching" sound in the thick black fog, which made people's scalp numb and goosebumps all over their body.
Not long after, with a roar, the thick stone door at the entrance of the cave was shattered by a huge force. Then, only a ferocious humanoid creature with a completely black body and very similar to Haierbo's demon body was seen slowly walking out of it accompanied by the black mist, looking at the world and roaring silently.
"The door... was opened."
In the mirror of the Devouring Mirror in the cave, an old and wise voice said so.
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"what is that?"
Old Aslan and others, who were leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase protective magic in the Yorkshire Dales, accidentally raised their heads, only to see something unusually commotion in the gray fog ahead.
Aslan hesitated for a moment, then took out his wand and took two steps towards the north of the camp.
However, before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a large amount of small, dusty things suddenly emerge from the mist and fly over their camp.
"It seems... is it a moth? Or a butterfly?" a wizard said with a puzzled expression.
Everyone frowned and watched the group of big gray moths passing overhead. No one knew whether they should cast a magic spell to defend themselves. Because they looked amazing, but they didn't seem to have any intention of attacking the camp, they were just passing by.
"have no idea."
Old Aslan was also very confused. After thinking for a while, he waved his wand and cast an ordinary stun spell, knocking down several large moths.
Watching those gray, ugly-looking moths flapping and struggling on the ground—their bodies are fat and their wings are not big, but they can support them in flying.
To be honest, it might even make you feel a little nauseous if you look at it too much.
"At least... I have never seen a magical creature that completely fits this image. But it seems that they are very resistant to magic."
Watching those fat moths struggle on the ground for a while, they soon flapped their wings and flew up again, blending into the large army flying past here again. After a while, this huge group of moths completely passed over the camp and went straight to the south.
"Old Sir, should we send someone to warn the wizard over at Weymouth?"
Another companion said this. Old Aslan thought for a moment and nodded immediately.
"No matter what, this is probably not a good sign... Send a team over to talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any opinions on this."
However, no one really recognized this group of moths that appeared out of nowhere. Even experts in magical zoology could only watch stupidly as they flew across the sky.
About half a day later, these large moths, which seemed to be moving purely for migration, flew through the air near Weymouth and headed straight for the English Channel.
It wasn't until they crossed the strait and were about to enter France that the appearance of the moths, no longer obscured by the fog, could be seen completely.
The black, gray moths pulled out a long formation, flew up and made a loud splash, constantly stimulating people's nerves.
There is no doubt that this moth is a magical creature, because Muggles can only hear the terrible sound when they fly, but cannot actually see what they look like.
But whether they were Muggles or wizards, whenever they noticed them passing by, everyone felt a strong uneasiness rising in their hearts.
Until they reached the sky around Beauxbatons and passed by in the clear sky, Delphi, who was accompanying Willy in the garden, saw this scene.
"Well?"
Willy, who was holding a gardening shovel, turned her head slightly when she heard the sound.
"Ah! Such a big group of moths... Delphi, hurry! Help me move all the flower core flowers indoors... Moths like to eat them the most."
However, Delphi, who had been helping Willie plant flowers and weed recently, showed no reaction at the moment. She just squatted aside, holding a shovel like Willy, but her eyes were fixed on the group of moths flying in the air.
"What's wrong?"
Probably because she was afraid that the dirt on her gloves would stain Delphi's clothes, Willie gestured and finally touched Delphi's arm with her elbow.
But until then, Delphi came back to his senses slightly.
"Huh?" She blinked and looked at Willie, but soon she couldn't help but glance at the group of moths a little further away, "It's okay, no need to move... they don't eat the roll core. flower."
"Really?" Weili looked at the potted flower that had already been picked up, and asked doubtfully, "But moths will eat the flower? They are pests."
"No, they are not moths." Delphi pursed her lips and looked into the air with a complicated look, "They are Flober Gray Butterflies... Dad... Well, Mr. MacLean told me about it."
"Maka?"
When Willy heard this, she put down the flowerpot in her hand and nodded clearly.
"Since it was Maka who said it, it's correct... But butterflies? But why do they look so ugly? I remember aren't butterflies very beautiful?"
"Maybe!" said Delphi, "but Mr. MacLean said they are butterflies."