"Father!" Tommy Romnay shouted desperately, he stretched out his hand, trying to drag his father down from the sky, but his hand seemed to pass through a phantom and only caught a mass of air.

"Father!" Tommy shouted desperately, watching the moon that penetrated the roof and floated into the sky.

"Father!" Tommy finally cried out in desperation, staring at the roof, watching the place where his father disappeared——

He didn't dare to look out of the window. Tommy Romney's brain was too shocked to turn around now, but his instinctive reaction made him realize that the source of all this danger came from something outside the window.

Tommy Romney sat blankly in the corner of the office, his thin body trembling uncontrollably under the fear of leaving and great sadness.

"No...Father..." Tommy Romnay shivered, staring at the ceiling dazedly.

"Heaven...heaven...what's in the sky?" Tommy Romnay muttered to himself, trembling.

Suddenly, Tommy Romnay, who was still in shock and fear, seemed to have suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, and almost crawled to his father's desk with his back on his back. To the moonlight, he picked up the microphone on his father's desk that covered the entire building's magical broadcast, and yelled—

"Everyone! Stay in the house!"

Tommy Romney seemed to have exhausted all his strength and shouted:

"Red warning A-level! Everyone, don't go out of the building, and everyone must never look up at the moon!"

Tommy Romney's voice echoed inside the building of the Magic Society of America headquarters.

......

"Lola! Laura!"

"Daughter! Daughter! What's wrong with you, daughter!"

"William! No! William!"

"No! Come back! You..."

"The moonlight is beautiful, look up!"

"Moo-"

......

——Similar scenes happened in every corner of the world.

All adult wizards and spiritual creatures who were exposed to the moonlight, either intentionally or unintentionally looking up at the moon in the night sky, were instantly fascinated, staring at the sky, and slowly ascending little by little.

The relatives and friends standing beside them roared in grief, or stretched out their hands, trying to catch them, of course, a small number of them or their heads were not covered, or blindly impulsive, looked up at the moon——

In an instant, a look of obsession appeared on their faces, and a strange smile gradually appeared on their faces, like a puppet pulled by a string, slowly flying towards the moon in the boundless night sky.

The bodies of all wizards or spiritual creatures that flew into the sky became illusory, and they floated into the night sky.

......

"Today, I gather you here! Just to declare to you the will of the great leader!"

In Germany, Berlin, there are countless people floating in this ill-fated city, slowly flying towards the night sky.

But inside a wizard tavern hidden underground, a group of people seemed to have foreseen it in advance, and hid in this dimly lit tavern before nightfall.

A witch with silver-white hair, a straight nose, thin lips, well-dressed, but with a wrinkled face and a decayed face stood on the table in the center of the tavern, condescendingly and excitedly said to everyone in the tavern:

"The great leader asked me to announce his return to everyone on his behalf!"

This pub is full of people, some men and women, some well-dressed, raising their hands and feet, but most of them are old-fashioned, old-fashioned, most of them are in their 80s, nearly 90 years old Even though the youngest among them was sixty years old, except for a few old wizards who were dying with candles in the wind, and even their hair was about to fall out, most wizards either looked at the station with indifference. The silver-haired woman at the dining table was either calm but with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, or perfunctory, as if she was just going through the motions and completing some boring task.

The old witch--

In other words, after Venda Rosier finished her opening remarks, she looked at the crowd coldly, and Venda Rosier could see everyone's expressions and expressions.

"Hum..." Venda Rosier didn't reprimand, but sneered indifferently, as if she had already expected the current scene--

No matter how great Gellert Grindelwald is, no matter how clever his demagogic methods are, it has been more than fifty years now, and no matter how brilliant his methods and loyal subordinates are, time can't help but wash away.

"I know, now, there are many people who are doubting." Venda Rosier said in a cold and arrogant voice, "doubting the power of the great leader, doubting whether the fourth dimension really exists, doubting whether the road to conferring gods is feasible. ?"

"Now, you don't have to doubt!" Venda Rosier didn't say much, just laughed softly, the light above her head suddenly appeared, a crown of thorns shining with inexplicable light appeared little by little, slowly turning.

In an instant, a cold, indifferent, shadowy aura filled the entire tavern.

Venda Rosie's figure became illusory, tall, fierce, and like the master of death.

Venda Rosie's face also began to change, the wrinkles faded, the waist became tall and straight, the silver-white withered hair became soft and beautiful again, from the roots of the hair back to black little by little, in front of everyone, youth returned again. to her.

"This is the gift of a great leader!" Venda Rosier, who had changed back to her youthful appearance, smiled softly, and then caressed her face obsessively, as well as her fair, flawless, clean and slender hand.

"This is the gift of a great leader." Venda Rosier jumped off the table with ease and landed heavily on the ground. She was satisfied to see the shock and impossibility in the eyes of those who were as old as herself in the tavern. Confidence.

"What kind of magic is this? What kind of magic is this? What kind of magic is this!" Atef Harold, a burly old Germanic man in his sixties with a hairless head, stood up in shock. The chair was knocked to the ground by him, and even the wine glass in hand was knocked over because of his huge movement, and slowly slid to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

The performance of the others was not much better. Except for the old wizards in the tavern who were in their 90s, who had long followed Grindelwald, had met, and had eaten, the reactions of others were no better than that of Atef Ha. Where is Rhodes?

Venda Rosier was satisfied with their reactions, a mysterious smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, stepped forward, cleared her throat, and prepared to say:

"It's not magic, this..."

"This is not magic." An abrupt, low, and somewhat noble male voice sounded behind Tie.

Venda Rosier turned her head in surprise and excitement, and looked at the huge mirror behind her that took up the entire wall—

The inside of the mirror is no longer a dim, decaying and decadent tavern, but a cold, simple, air-leaking prison cell high above the snow-capped peak.

Through the broken walls of the cell, you can see the bright moon hanging in the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ On the outdated stone bed in the cell, curled up in a dry old man with almost all of his hair falling out.

The old man sat up slowly, facing the mirror, facing the eyes of everyone in the tavern, his eyes of different colors shone with a determined and cold light.

"This is a gift!"

The old man stood up and walked towards everyone——

Step by step, the old head is like a broken clay puppet. The decay and decay are gradually separated from him. His figure gradually becomes taller, his face becomes younger, his hair gradually becomes thicker, and his clothes gradually change. Appropriate.

Step by step, he walked to the edge of the mirror, then raised his legs, stepped out of the mirror, stepped out of the desolate and lonely ancient, and stepped into the dark interior of the tavern.

"My subjects," he said, "your leader has returned!"

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