The next day after the banquet was the beginning of the Christmas holiday.
After returning home, Jon visited the elders in the family according to the procedure, and then returned to his manor. The Christmas gifts had been delivered.
Now Jon didn't have the energy to look at these gifts. Béla naturally came to help him open the gifts and then put them in categories.
The first thing he did after returning to his manor was to check on Kaledi's project.
"Hey, Kalidi, good afternoon, you look like you're in good spirits!"
Under the shade of a tree in the afternoon, a travel-worn young man stood in front of a little elf in a work uniform covered in dirt. His face was full of smiles.
Kalidi, who was standing in front of him, was expressionless. His dead fish eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Kalidi.
When an elf became Hufflepuff's family elf, his courage also became bigger.
"Master, look at my eyes, do they look a little radiant?"
"Yes." Jon patted Kaledi's shoulder, showing that he was very satisfied with his work, "I just want to praise you. Don't worry about this. Do you want to take a rest first? "
Of course, Kalidi needed to rest. Even a house elf needed to sleep.
Jon also needs to rest. After experiencing a night of "revelry" and sitting for so long, he naturally needs to rest.
But before that, Kaledi said that there was a letter for Jon.
It was from Anthony. Jon originally thought it was something important, but when he opened it, he found that it was a dozen photos.
They were taken by the photographer he sent to deliver the letter to the Black Wizard in the Dark Forest.
"I have to say, the photos are good."
Jon changed into his pajamas and looked at these photos. Each one had a gloomy and mysterious feeling.
It even gave Jon a sense of familiarity as if he had been there before.
Putting down these photos, Jon shook his head and lay down under the quilt.
Perhaps because he was too tired, Jon didn't sleep for long before he began to dream.
By the time he realized that he was dreaming, his dream had already started to go out of control.
How can people lose control of their dreams?
Jon tried to concentrate but found that it wasn't difficult at all. It didn't feel like a dream, but more like Helga's summoning.
But this is obviously not the Demon Fairy Castle.
This should be a tower. The sky outside has been dim, but Jon can still see the sea.
Just like that time when he observed Harry on the sea.
He sat on the sofa and began to look around.
The room was well decorated. It can be seen that the owner of this place carefully arranged it. But who brought him here?
It wasn't Dumbledore, and Jon felt that it wasn't necessarily the legendary Wizard who had such an ability.
Didn't the Black Wizard almost lead his soul to hell?
"Yo, you're awake, kid?"
In the silent air, someone suddenly spoke.
Jon turned his head. He knew that his power was very insignificant here, but now he was no longer the little Wizard who could be trampled on. If he couldn't, he could detonate the traces of the [Deep Sea Law] in his soul at any time, and then use the protective measures left by Helga to return to the [Deep Blue Sea].
Although it takes a long time to return to the Demon Fairy Castle from the [Deep Blue Sea], compared to his own life, it was like an ant, insignificant.
"Don't be so nervous, kid, I don't mean any harm."
Under the table lamp that suddenly lit up, a middle-aged man with light blond hair leaned on the sofa, but his blond hair looked unusually harmonious with the darkness.
Jon remained skeptical of the credibility of this sentence. If there was no harm, why would he bring him here?
"It's just a dream, relax."
The blond man's face was full of smiles, but Jon's face was getting worse and worse.
Because he finally remembered what was wrong.
Those photos.
When he looked at the photos just now, that familiar feeling was not an illusion, he really saw those scenes.
Just before the start of last semester, he had a dream.
At that time, he didn't care because after using the bloodline purification potion, he often had some strange dreams and saw some strange scenes, so at that time, he didn't think it was strange, but at this moment, all the strange feelings emerged.
He saw this man, above the forest, playing the Moonlight Sonata.
Above the Dark Forest?
Doesn't that mean … But this isn't the Dark Forest, but a sea.
"So, haven't you already guessed it?"
Grindvall raised his chin: "It's what you think, be brave, don't think it's impossible."
"Is that so?"
Jon sneered: "Then, it's my honor, Mr. Grindvall."
Although he didn't know why he was targeted by this Black Devil, Jon didn't slack off. Under his cold appearance, his eyes were sizing up Grindvall.
He felt that this Black Wizard had a strange aura, which was strange yet familiar, he had felt it from Dumbledore before.
But thinking about the relationship between these two Wizards, the origin of this aura became the same as his fluent English, the origin began to seem reasonable.
Or maybe this Black Wizard had become a Legend?
Jon felt that this situation was not impossible, after all, this Wizard was the most likely to become a Legend, and after being isolated for so many years, even if he became a Legend, it wouldn't be strange.
And if he was a Legend, then it wouldn't be strange for him to appear here.
"I really don't have any bad intentions, you don't have to think so much."
Grindvall's explanation didn't sound convincing to Jon at all. Since he didn't have any bad intentions, why would he read his mind?
This kind of spell was more advanced than Mind Retrieval. It was more like Mind Reading. Chown could not resist it, so he could only keep thinking in his head to avoid the important content being read.
"Children these days are really not cute at all."
Grindvall looked at Jon standing there and suddenly felt a headache.
This was simply impervious to all oil and salt!
"But, since that's the case, I'll just say it directly. Anyway, you can't go back now, so why don't you sit down and chat with me?"
"Okay, no problem."
Chown happily sat down and prepared to face the enemy.
This Christmas Eve was really not peaceful!
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