In the mountains to the west of Hogsmeade was a deep Wizard Graveyard.
The Wizard who was qualified to be buried here might not be famous, but they must have made extraordinary contributions to the magic world. As a sacred place that stored the fire of the magic world countless years ago, Hogwarts would never easily allow an unauthorized Wizard to be buried here.
At night, in the gloomy night, the thick fog would spread, as if it was expressing some kind of sad and desolate emotion.
This was the coldest place in the whole Hogwarts.
Of course, now that winter was almost over, some warm winds of spring came from the distant mountains, so the whole Hogsmeade began to be covered by fog.
Even in the daytime, there were many times when it was very hazy, and it was impossible to see into the distance.
But after the rainstorm two days ago, the fog in the mountains seemed to have become thinner.
Now, the ground here was still in a wet state, and the humid rocks became muddy after being watered by the rain. The tombs made of bluestone slabs were like floating islands in a swamp.
Naughty led Jon out of a small secret passage, then stopped at the gate of the graveyard and stopped. "They are waiting for you inside."
Jon glanced at him, tidied up his appearance, and then walked into the graveyard step by step.
In this empty graveyard, there was silence, and there were shadows everywhere. It looked like there were ghosts everywhere.
Those vague shadows stood at the surrounding high points, scattered around a position, and bowed their heads in silent tribute to the center.
The news … spread so fast?
Jon's suspicion in his heart was basically confirmed. Although he had expected this day to come, he didn't expect it to come so soon.
The reverse effect of the law of time was the reverse effect. Tracing back the reversal of time would inevitably accelerate aging, and tracing back to the future would also accelerate aging.
Because the power to accelerate time was aging, in order to obtain the benefits of time, one must first pay the price.
Too many people vainly tried to use the power of time, but before they obtained the result of the reversal of time, they couldn't withstand the aging brought by time. This power was too strong, to the point where it was irresistible.
This was also why he didn't use any power of law. Before becoming a Legend, every time he used the power of law, he would have to pay a price. The power of other laws was not as strong as time, but it wasn't much better.
Thinking of these things, Jon withdrew his gaze and walked forward on the path paved with white petals.
It seemed like a funeral was being held here, but there was no priest. There was only an old man in a black robe standing beside the tombstone with a wand in his hand. He was presiding over the ceremony for the old woman in the black robe.
In the open coffin next to him, under the brocade covered with white petals, Jon was familiar with Mr. Nico Lemay.
In front of Jon's position, Dumbledore was looking at the marble tombstone in front of him, thinking in a daze. The guests stood in the distance, not daring to disturb him.
This was the respect and awe for a Legendary Wizard, and also for the great alchemist who had just passed away.
However, Jon didn't feel that this atmosphere was good. He always felt that this cemetery was like a gloomy old widow, and that gloomy feeling made him feel cold to the bones.
It was as if the magic robe on his body had lost its effect. Although the temperature was still the same, the cold feeling surged up from his soul.
It had been a long time since he saw Dumbledore show the majesty of a Legendary Wizard.
The old man waved his hand, and the ring on his hand lit up. Then, the surrounding Wizard quietly left, and even the sound of the Phantom Shift was quite soft.
Jon had never seen Dumbledore like this before. Whether it was in a book, in a movie, or in real life, he had never seen Dumbledore like this before.
He looked at the Wizard and sighed. He took out a cigar from his robe and lit it up.
Dumbledore was such a sweet person, but he had already started to use nicotine to relieve his emotions. It was obvious that Mr. Lemay's death was a big blow to him.
If the death of a good friend was like this, then Jon didn't even dare to imagine the scene in his mind when he met Grindelwald again.
After this thought appeared in his mind, he quickly shook his head and walked to Perenal's side.
From this angle, in the rising smoke, Dumbledore's eyes, hidden behind the lenses, became blurry.
"My condolences, Perenal."
He placed the white flower in front of the tombstone.
"There's nothing to be sorry about."
Perenal patted the back of Jon's hand. "You've lived for almost seven hundred years. You should've faced this a long time ago. I don't feel so sad now."
The old witch took off a pendant from her neck and gave it to Jon. "This is what I promised you. I've completed the magic circle and defensive spell you asked for. You should be satisfied."
"Then, what about that?"
Jon was naturally asking about the time converter. He didn't care how it was made, but if Mr. Lemay didn't make it even after sacrificing his life, Jon would still feel that it was a pity.
"That thing is also made, but it's not as useful as expected."
Perenal pointed at Dumbledore, who was wearing a necklace.
Unlike the Time Converter that Jon had seen before, this Time Converter was just a small gemstone necklace. Even without the Mirror of Truth, Jon could see how many layers of magic runes and engravings were contained in the tiny gemstone, protecting the Law of Time that was eternally fixed in it.
But it's too little.
Chown frowned imperceptibly. Perrenard's voice rang in his ears. "This is the limit of what Nicole can achieve. The power of time is difficult to grasp. This time converter can reverse the flow of time for two days. Its range is the entire Hogwarts castle."
“？”
Jon was a little suspicious. He hadn't spoken to Dumbledore yet, but it wasn't because he didn't have a chance.
"Then where are you going next? Are you still going back to the clock shop? "
"No, I'm going to take a look at my hometown. I'll come back when it's time to leave."
In the darkness of the night, the witch laughed, just like the moonlight.
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