In fact, Haierbo never really studied the mystery of the Mirror of Devouring. Or, in other words, what he understood was only part of the power contained in this ancient mirror.

However, if you think about it, this is not surprising, after all, Haierbo did not fully participate in the true meaning of the rules of the soul. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to spend so much effort to toss, would he?

However, perhaps the two thousand years of persistence touched destiny, and it seems that no one can stop it from happening.

"Who?"

"Let go!"

As Greenward prodded his hand from the Mirror of Consumption again, and firmly clasped his sturdy wrist, Maca, who wanted to leave the black box right away, immediately slipped strangely. .

At that moment, as soon as he got the black box in his hand, he suddenly fell from his hand, because Maca was too close to the ground, and it was too late for him to grasp it again.

"Slap."

I saw the box gently slammed on the ground, the box lid was loose as if it hadn't been closed at all, and it was directly opened.

"Hmm ... hahaha! I knew no one could stop it!"

The voice did not fall, and a large black mist suddenly emerged from the box like a bottomless pit, and the huge cave in the mountain belly was drowned in an instant.

For a moment, there was a "creak" sound in the thick black mist, making the scalp tingle and goose bumps.

Not long after, with a bang, the heavy stone gate at the entrance of the cave was broken by a huge force. Then, I saw a dark human body that was very similar to Haierbo ’s demon body and slowly came out of it accompanied by the black mist, watching the world growl silently.

"The door ... was opened."

In the mirror of the engulfing mirror in the cave, an old and wise voice said.

...

"what is that?"

The old Aslan, who was leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase their protection magic, in the Yorkshire Dales, occasionally looked up, but saw the gray fog in front of them as something unusual.

Aslan hesitated, then pulled out his wand and took two steps in the direction of the north of the camp.

However, before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a large rush of small things rushing out of the mist and hulah flew over their camp.

"Like ... is it a moth? Or a butterfly?" Said a wizard with a puzzled expression.

Everyone frowned as the gray moths passed over their heads, and no one knew if they should cast a spell to defend them. Because they look amazing, they don't seem to attack the camp, they just pass by.

"do not know."

Old Aslan was also very confused. When he thought about it, he waved his magic wand and released a common stun spell, knocking down several large moths.

Watching the grey, ugly-looking moths struggling on the ground-their bodies are fat and fat, their wings are not large, but they can support them to fly.

Honestly, even more reading can make people feel a bit sick.

"At least ... I've never seen a magical creature that fits exactly this image. But it seems that they are very resistant to magic."

Watching the mast moths struggling on the ground for a while, they quickly fluttered and flew up again, getting mixed into the large army that was flying over here. After a while, the swarm of moths swept completely over the camp and headed south.

"Sir, should we send someone to remind the wizards over Weymouth?"

Another companion said something like this, the old Aslan thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Anyway, I'm afraid it's not a good omen ... Send a squad to talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any opinions on this."

However, this group of inexplicably appearing moths do not know anyone. Even the experts in magical zoology can only watch them stupidly skimming over the sky.

About half a day later, these moths, which seemed to move purely for migration, flew through the air near Weymouth and went straight to the English Channel.

It wasn't until they crossed the strait that they were about to enter French territory, and the moth swarms were hidden from view.

The black and gray moth pulled a long formation, flew up and rattled, and constantly stimulated people's nerves.

There is no doubt that this moth is a magical creature, because the Muggles can only hear the terrible sounds when they fly, but they can't really see them.

But whether they are Muggles or wizards, when they noticed them passing by, they all felt as if there was a strong uneasiness rising from their hearts.

Until they reached the sky around Boothbatten and passed by in clear air, Delphi, who was accompanying Willie in the garden, saw the scene.

"Well?"

Willie, holding the gardening shovel, heard the sound and turned back slightly.

"Ah! A lot of moths ... Delphi, hurry up! Help me move the core flowers indoors ... Moths love to eat them the most."

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willie plant flowers and weeds recently, did not respond at this time. She just squatted aside, shoveling her hand like Willie, staring at the moths flying in the air.

"what happened?"

Probably afraid that the dirt on the gloves would stain Delphi's clothes, Velly gestured, and finally touched the latter's arm with her elbow.

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"Huh?" She blinked and looked at Willie, but soon she couldn't help but glanced at the moth swarm further away, "It's okay, don't move ... they don't eat rolls Core flower. "

"Really?" Willie watched as she had picked up a pot of coneflowers, wondering, "Can moths eat coneflowers? They are pests."

"No, they are not moths." Delphia pursed his lips, staring at the airway with some complex eyes. "They are the Froger butterflies ... Dad ... Well, Mr. McLean told me."

"Maca?"

When Willie heard it, she put down the flowerpot in her hand and nodded.

"Since it's what Maca said, that's right ... but, butterflies? But how do they look so ugly? I don't remember butterflies are all beautiful?"

"Maybe!" Delphi said, "But Mr. McLean said, they are butterflies."