After Tommy Romney reminded all the employees of the Association of Magic through the magic broadcast, he has been hiding in the innermost corner of the office of the president of the American Association of Magic, the corner farthest from the window.

After the initial bravery and anger exploded, fear and helplessness came like a tide.

What kind of magic is this?

What happened to father?

Who did it?

How did they do that?

Why is this happening?

…

One question after another hit Tommy Romney like a thunderbolt, and the hearts of other wizards who witnessed this "miracle".

The answer to every question is so hopeless.

They seem to have gone back hundreds of years, back to the Dark Middle Ages, back to the time when wizards’ ancestors were hunted down by Muggles—

No, it's even scarier than that time.

Back then their enemies were Muggles, they could feel and see their enemies, they knew they had pitchforks and hoes and torches, but now—

They don't know what their enemy is, they don't know what means their enemy uses, they don't know what purpose their enemy has.

It's like...the moon, high above, like the night...Boundless despair.

Tommy Romney crouched in a corner with his head in his arms, trembling all over.

…

"A miracle!"

When "Gellert Grindelwald" took a step forward and announced to all the wizards present, the entire tavern hidden underground suddenly shook, as if it was at the center of a huge earthquake.

The bottom they are standing on, the tavern they are in is like an elevator in the Muggle world, carrying them up slowly.

The streets and buildings made of soil, cement, and bricks hanging over their heads are like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, or two pieces of building blocks frozen in ice crystals—

The space above their heads is lined up in two, slowly opening and closing to the left and right, revealing the quiet street in the middle of the night, revealing the silent night sky, and also revealing—

An eerie moon.

"This... this is, what's going on here?" The old wizards who were invited into this underground tavern by Wenda Luoxier at night had not experienced the chaos at the very beginning of the moonlight. Seeing the weird moon hanging in the sky, and being fished like a fish swimming in the chilling moonlight, slowly flying towards the moon.

"The moonlight is beautiful, look up..." The group of old wizards who were the first to be curious and also the first to look up suddenly became strange and began to mutter to themselves inexplicably.

"Look at me, not at the moon."

"Gellert Grindelwald" suddenly roared.

"Ah!" The wizards exclaimed—

Time is like water, and all the wizards present felt a little strange at that moment.

It seems that I am a fallen leaf, a duckweed in the torrential river, which can only sink and rot along the direction of the river without any resistance.

Suddenly, for a moment, the majestic river was stopped and flowed back slightly in the opposite direction.

All wizards have a sense of derangement and unreality.

They began to look around in amazement, observing the surroundings—

Just now... seems like time has turned back?

"Look at me, not at the moon!"

The roar of "Gellert Grindelwald" came again.

Their eyes fell on "Gellert Grindelwald" in unison.

"ah-"

Many wizards couldn't control themselves and cried out again.

Even Venda Rosie couldn't help covering her mouth when she looked at "Gellert Grindelwald", looking very shocked.

They saw "Gellert Grindelwald"...or "Tiera", or "The Moon".

They saw a very wonderful scene, or they saw "Gellert Grindelwald" turned into a very weird conceptual aggregation—

At the same time, they saw a middle-aged man with heterochromatic pupils at the place where "Gellert Grindelwald" was. The center of everything, in general.

I also saw a 15- or 16-year-old Asian boy. The boy's right eye was a golden hourglass that kept turning, and his right hand was a bone arm that kept burning golden-red flames. The gentle yet cruel smile seemed to be laughing at their stupidity, their ugliness, their greed...as if they were laughing at all their weaknesses.

And then... a peaceful moon.

It was a moon that couldn't be calmer, but it exuded disgusting, just staring at it, you can feel the heart-pounding sense of chaos from the bottom of your heart.

"Gellert Grindelwald", "Tiera", and "Chaos Full Moon" came together in a wonderful state—

It is not aggregation, splicing or stitching in any practical sense, but some kind of conceptual connection, which makes everyone feel that the "Gellert Grindelwald" in front of them is both "Tiera" and "Chaotic Full Moon".

"The first lesson after becoming a god, my comrades." Gellert Grindelwald spoke slowly, as if he was a professor who has been teaching for many years, explaining knowledge points to his students, and preaching and resolving doubts. The voice said, "The best demonstration of the three-dimensional theory of magic through the ritual of becoming a god."

"Holy Father, representing the supreme spiritual dimension, is the first and easiest anchor to pass through the spiritual world in the ascension ceremony...such as stories, legends, a mature theory and a The part returned from the backup of one or more copies of memory."

Gellert Grindelwald spoke alone.

"Holy Son." Tierra said with a smile, "represents the material dimension of the foundation. This is the part that needs to be specially refined through alchemy. It takes a strong and solid material dimension to take the road to complete God and return... ...or in other words, the original template of your artificial life form is the best anchor for your physical dimension."

"Holy Spirit." An illusory voice suddenly appeared in everyone's heart, "The source of magical power is also the spiritual dimension in the three-dimensional theory of magic. The anchoring of the spiritual dimension is relatively difficult. In theory, as long as the anchoring of the material dimension and The anchoring of the spiritual dimension is stable~lightnovelpub.net~ Let the material dimension and the spiritual dimension return successfully, and the spiritual dimension will automatically return as the last side of the magic three-dimensional triangle..."

These are relatively reliable and popular god-making rituals calculated by Tierra, Nicole May and others based on their own god-making rituals and Hathaway Romanov's god-making rituals. Theoretical steps—

In fact, the old method of Grindelwald and Hermes is the safest, refining a holy son, giving him relatively free humanity, letting him go through the ceremony of becoming a **** by himself, and waiting for the first return of the holy son At that time, replace the fused Son with yourself, so as to make the second leap.

But I also want to know that neither Dumbledore nor Nicolas disagrees with this method. In order to prevent the problem from going round and round and returning to the ethical issue of artificial life forms, Tierra had to further carry out the old god-making ceremony. improvements—

Although it is still necessary to refine an artificial life body, it is to fuse one's soul with the artificial life body while maintaining the activity of one's original physical body, thereby establishing an extremely stable anchor of the material dimension.

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