It had to be said.
Although Jon didn't like to praise others, sometimes, especially when he encountered a problem, it was good to have someone to encourage him.
Because even he needed a certain amount of encouragement to ensure that his decision wasn't wrong.
In the past, Stephen played this role. Now that Stephen's personal life and studies were getting busier and busier, he couldn't do it. Thus, Cecatly filled this role very well.
As for how to do it, Jon felt that he still needed to discuss with Cecatly and Grindelwald.
"So, this is the situation we are facing now. As for what we should do, I think the two of you don't need me to explain more. There are some things that we know very well in our hearts."
The three people sitting at the round table looked at each other without saying anything, as if they were waiting for the other to speak first.
This was especially so for Grindelwald. He held a cup of tea and acted like a scheming old fox. However, that cup of tea had turned cold because it hadn't been drunk for a long time.
Thus, the silence became tonight's bridge.
"Hey, I say, at least say something. We can't keep silent here. At least say something useful."
"What is there to say?" Grindelwald sighed. "I already knew that this matter wasn't that simple.
Nobody knows better than us Legends how much of a price we have to pay to bring back a life that has already been lost.
But the more we know, the more we don't dare. Our lives are too precious. All of our hopes are placed on us. If we make a mistake, we won't be the only ones to be destroyed. "
"So, is this a rejection? To be honest, I suggest that you reconsider. After all, there aren't many opportunities like this. You can help Headmaster Dumbledore's sister come back from the dead and help us build a protective barrier to protect our lives. This is a good thing, isn't it? "
Cecatly tried her best to persuade him, but Jon knew that Cecatly's persuasion wouldn't be of much use.
Grindelwald usually seemed like an open-minded person, but when it came to some matters, he was so stubborn that it was frightening.
By 'some things', he was referring to everything related to Dumbledore.
Constructing the Weave was no small matter, especially since they needed to use the Hogwarts Castle as a base. If they were not careful, the one who would suffer the most damage would be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore.
And from the looks of it, Grindelwald might not be willing to tell Dumbledore about this matter. He might even stop them from telling Dumbledore about it.
"If you really want to take advantage of this opportunity, I can help you find another place. Europe is so big, it's easy to find two base points."
The way Grindvall looked at Jon and Cecatly was not friendly. Instead, it was filled with the determination and arrogance that befitted his status.
Thus, Jon decided to reconsider.
…
Harry heard the sound of blood flowing.
Large amounts of bright red blood flowed on the floor, defying the laws of gravity as it meandered along the walls and slowly surged to the ceiling.
It was like the tentacles of some strange monster were growing, emitting a silent aura in the darkness, singing the music of death.
He felt very powerless. While he was dizzy, he tried his best to see the gorgeous curtains dyed red with blood. After the blood coagulated, it turned dark red, and the candles on the pillars were the same color.
Everything here was crimson like blood. Crimson paintings hung on the crimson walls, and crimson ghosts wandered under the crimson ceiling.
The floor was even stranger.
The floor was filled with the carcasses of various animals, but they did not look like they were alive. They were all statues made of stone. They did not bleed, but quietly lay there, silently disintegrating.
Chaotic footsteps came from outside the hall, and the ear-piercing screams of the young boys and girls kept ringing. He could hear that the people outside were fleeing in panic, as if they were avoiding something strange. Then, there was an inexplicable thing controlling a huge force to pull at the tightly shut door, as if it was trying to break open the door.
But in the end, that thing did not come in. Harry only felt a powerful force surging past his ears. After a while, the things outside quieted down. Then, blood flowed in through the gap under the door.
Strangely, he did not seem to be afraid of the smell of blood at all.
Even.
There was a sense of familiarity.
Then, he was frightened by the thoughts in his mind.
But when he lowered his head, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
He was sitting by the window.
Sitting by the window was one thing, but the table he was sitting on was a strange little round table, and in his hand was a teacup.
The water in the teacup was cold, but it did not prevent him from seeing his own reflection in the water.
It was blood red.
Only his face was pale like a lifeless dead thing.
The only thing he could see outside the window was that the mountains and plains were filled with strange souls, crying and wailing.
This fear almost made him wake up from the dream.
Of course, he did not wake up.
However, he soon realized that this was not a scene from reality. He was having an unprecedented nightmare.
The performance of this nightmare was so real that he thought he was a member of the group of monsters.
Perhaps, he killed these monsters and the people on the ground.
Or perhaps, these monsters were these people.
Harry felt that his brain was going to explode.
He had never had such a strange dream before, but he was able to exist freely in this dream. This was what truly frightened him.
Was there something wrong with him?
He tried to smell the smell in front of him. The rotten stench in his mouth and nose not only made him feel nauseous, but also a little happy.
Perhaps this was the pleasure of killing.
Thinking of this, he broke out in cold sweat again.
Fortunately, this mood did not last for long. Suddenly, the crisp sound of bells and the clinking of cups rang in his ears. In the blink of an eye, those fleeting images dissipated in front of him, and the thick darkness once again covered his eyes.
Everything was normal, as if it was a normal dream.
This time, nothing strange appeared in the dream.
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