v2 Chapter 391： accelerate--

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"Sure enough..." Sean frowned as he looked at the sky.

He turned to look at the room where Grindelwald was, and then his expression became more solemn.

Just like the most serious Awakening of the World accident at Hogwarts, the wooden door and the surrounding walls have become messy blocks of pixels, with irregular graphics stitched together.

Sean licked his dry lips, and Dumbledore said the effects were manageable... right?

He didn't know if anything bad would happen to him here. For safety's sake, Sean evacuated Dumbledore's old house.

The dilapidated old house looks normal as a whole. Only a small area on the second floor has a slight space distortion, but it seems to be slowly expanding.

Sean was invisible in the sky, watching the situation in that area with all his attention.

As time passed by, Sean was surprised to find that the expanded space distortion area stagnated after spreading to the gate of the courtyard.

Did the influence stop there, or did the Grindelwald inside come out of memory?

Sean looked up at the sky, the indescribable feeling still did not dissipate.

And, even stranger, Sean always felt as if something was disappearing from the world...

And he is sure that this is definitely not a strange prediction that only he can feel. All creatures in this world should be able to feel it, just like the mutation of the sky.

This feeling is hard to describe. Sean thought about it for a long time before he came up with a description that forced him to the side, that is - all creatures in this world have the right to know...

Because it will actually concern everyone!

Somewhere, Sean has a guess - the controllable influence Dumbledore said may not be the distorted space, but something that everyone is about to lose...

Is this kind of thing really a controllable influence?

While thinking about it, Sean keenly found that the space distortion of Dumbledore's old house took on a more bizarre posture, and the pieces of the house like puzzle pieces gradually became transparent and then darkened.

Sean narrowed his eyes, only to find that the shards began to become colorful again, and then a very blurry picture began to slide.

However, even with Sean's magic monocular, he couldn't see what was in the picture.

Those pictures ran frantically as if something terrible was chasing behind them.

The indistinct picture continued for a long time, and then suddenly stopped, and then, the originally distorted space began to slowly move and reset.

"Grindelwald is over?!" Sean's eyes lit up.

The randomly assembled puzzles returned to their real appearance, and Dumbledore's bedroom on the second floor was no longer distorted.

Sean flew back to the house quickly, and sure enough, everything here has returned to normal.

He walked gently to the door, trying to hear what was going on inside.

Although the Grindelwald in memory showed amazing and even terrible planning ability, in reality, he still needs to be careful-what if there is a problem in any link, and little Grindelwald goes completely crazy?

Sean doesn't feel that his current strength can be Grindelwald's opponent.

He had already pinched Fred's card in his hand, and if there was an accident, he would immediately open it.

However, just as Sean's head was close to the door, the wooden door creaked open by itself.

"Ha——" A long sigh filled with various flavors came from inside the room.

It seems that there is no killing intent, if little Grindelwald is emotionally unstable, it will not be like this...

Sean murmured silently in his heart, then stretched out his head and looked in.

Little Grindelwald stood in front of the Pensieve. He stared blankly at the thick memory that was still slowly spinning in the basin. His eyes were covered by shadows, and he could only see the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

"Come in, Sean, don't worry if I'm unhappy and I'll attack you."

Grindelwald's voice was unexpectedly calm, but there seemed to be a hint of exhaustion in it.

Sean raised his brows, this tone... completely different from before.

It seems that he was really persuaded by that memory? !

Thinking of this, Sean coughed lightly and walked into the bedroom.

Grindelwald didn't turn his head to look at him, still staring at the Pensieve.

Sean hesitated again and again, and finally asked softly, "Sir?"

Another moment of silence.

Just when Sean was a little underwhelmed, little Grindelwald finally raised his head.

He looked up and seemed to be able to see the deepest sky through the ceiling.

"Huh..." Little Grindelwald let out a long breath like he was breathing out smoke.

"Ha-" He didn't know whether his smile was self-deprecating or happy, "I see..."

Sean blinked and asked curiously, "What?"

Little Grindelwald glanced at him sideways, and the corner of his mouth drew a slight arc: "If I tell you, this day will really collapse."

"Forget it, when I didn't say it." Sean shrugged.

Little Grindelwald found a tattered chair and sat down. He pinched his eyebrows and sighed in his tone: "So it is, so it is..."

Don't seduce my curiosity if you don't tell me... Sean secretly slandered.

"Huh..." The other party let out another breath, as if the memory made him extremely emotional.

After sighing, little Grindelwald waved to him: "Go back first, I want to sort out everything..."

"Then... what about that memory?" Sean asked.

Little Grindelwald didn't show any unhappiness, he just snapped his fingers lightly, and his crisp voice sounded neat and crisp.

"Come to me this time tomorrow, plan... Yes, you convinced me."

Sean didn't breathe a sigh of relief until then, and then got a little excited.

As long as little Grindelwald can cooperate, then there is a high probability that this time travel accident can be solved perfectly. What's more, the only people who know about it are Dumbledore, Grindelwald and himself, so don't worry about someone The final stage comes to harass.

Sean raised his head and was about to say a few more words, when little Grindelwald waved again: "Go, I'll be alone for a while."

The other party said so, and Sean was embarrassed to continue to stay here.

After saying hello, Sean left Dumbledore's old house.

However, when he left, he kept thinking about what was said in that memory from the future Grindelwald?

This is so intriguing.

The disturbances in the world have subsided, and peace seems to have returned to all corners, but the wizards have begun to discuss what this series of terrifying visions represents.

Next to the big tree in Godric's Valley, the breathless Capone was running down the mountain, clutching Melanie's hand tightly. Melanie, who understood the situation, ran away.

Just when the two of them were running halfway, Capone suddenly stopped.

That indescribable feeling is gone!

He raised his head in surprise, looked at himself again, and at Melane, who was being held by him.

Nothing has changed.

"Capone... what happened?" the blond girl gasped, her hair a little messy standing on her forehead.

"Ah...ah...I, I..." Capone faltered.

He can't always say that he is a wizard, and when he feels something is wrong, he wants to pull her to run first... and now the wrong situation has disappeared.

Capone hesitated for a while, then turned around and pulled out a box.

"Merry Christmas, Melanie."

Melanie was startled for a moment, then her smile quickly widened.

"Thank you...ah..." She happily wanted to take the gift with both hands, but she became shy when she looked down.

The two were still holding hands.

...

The sudden and swift end of the change cast a shadow over Hogwarts, who were celebrating Christmas. The students were a little bit lacking in interest because they couldn't go home. The unpleasant change made them feel uneasy. .

There was some dead air in the supposedly hot castle, and the students gathered in groups of threes and fives, not exchanging gifts, but worryingly discussing what had happened recently.

Under such an atmosphere, Sean returned to the castle.

In the draughty corridor, Sean found his friends, Hermione and Daisy were warming themselves around a glass jar with a floating blue flame inside.

The new trio of Harry, Ron, and Neville were arguing over there.

There were other students piling up beside them, but none of their faces had the cheerful atmosphere that Christmas should have.

It was just Fred and George, who were **** in the yard with their friend Lee Jordan, occasionally smashing snowballs at friends in the hallway.

"Hey, how was Christmas morning, do you still like the present?" Sean sneaked over and said hello with a smile.

Hermione and Daisy turned their heads together, surprised expressions on their faces.

"God—" Hermione exclaimed and lowered her voice, "I thought you weren't going back to the castle!"

"Oh, things went well, but unfortunately, didn't make it to lunch."

Daisy looked him up and down, and nodded like a little adult: "Oh, it looks like it's still Mr. Sean Wallup, he hasn't been replaced by some unknown guy."

"Thank you for your approval. Besides, it's a novel, Daisy." Sean spread his hands helplessly.

Daisy was recently reading a novel called "The Elf of Christmas", in which the protagonist disappeared on Christmas Day and was replaced by an elf when he returned.

"Wow, it's a pity you didn't come back, the auditorium was so nicely decorated today, and the lunch was--heavy. A hundred fat roast turkeys, hills of roast and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, Bowls of peas tossed in butter, dishes of thick, thick gravy and lingonberry sauce…”

Daisy gushed about today's food to Sean, with a look of excitement and enjoyment on her face.

Sean smiled slightly. He had just experienced the things of little Grindelwald, and when he returned to the castle, it became this warm and harmonious atmosphere, which was quite unrealistic.

However, he still liked it.

In the run-up to the Christmas refreshment, the two girls told Sean what had happened at Hogwarts Castle during that time, and of course, inevitably, about the recent upheaval in the world.

"Everyone is very worried, especially in this situation, a few sensitive girls even secretly cried." Hermione's face showed a trace of worry.

Sean sighed, things weren't quite resolved yet.

Moreover, the so-called controllable impact did not seem to have occurred, and Sean suspected that the impact might not have come yet.

Until then, the atmosphere in the castle may be even worse.

But Sean doesn't have any good solutions, and now the only way is to solve Grindelwald's time travel accident quickly and perfectly.

It was getting late, and the worried students walked nonchalantly toward the auditorium.

The auditorium, as Daisy said, is beautifully decorated.

The walls were covered with festoons of holly and mistletoe, and there were a dozen towering Christmas trees, some with tiny icicles, some with hundreds of candles.

It's just that the low-pressure people have no interest in these gorgeous decorations, and even the wizard's colorful bags of firecrackers with various small gifts can't interest everyone.

Sean grabbed a pull, and then the firecracker made a huge movement like the boom of a cannon. In a burst of blue smoke, a magic hourglass that reversed itself popped out.

The huge movement was particularly abrupt, and the students all looked at him.

Sean grabbed the hourglass and waved at everyone, smiling gracefully and genially.

"Merry Christmas, guys."

"Yes, yes, Merry Christmas, Mr. Wallup was right—"

An old voice continued.

The students looked up in amazement, and found that Dumbledore, who has not been seen often recently, actually appeared on the long table in the classroom.

"Oh, oh, please don't look at me like that, sit down boy, I tried the turkey sandwich ahead of time - it's delicious when it's hot Dumbledore said with a smile.

For some reason, seeing Dumbledore's appearance, Sean's nervousness that had been a little bit relaxed involuntarily.

Dumbledore was cheerful throughout the tea party, and every now and then he made the students open their mouths in astonishment with some pretty magic.

The gloomy atmosphere finally got some relief.

When the refreshment session was over, Dumbledore stood up with a cream cake in his hand.

"I wanted to say something soothing to everyone, but I think you'll feel the pressure when I'm serious. Now, I just hope everyone can stay as happy as I do, after all, this is Isn't it Christmas?"

"Merry Christmas, children, and I wish you a good night's sleep." Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Sean and his friends looked at each other, then shook their heads and smiled.

The appearance of Dumbledore and the delicious dessert made everyone relax, and they were a little sleepy after they were full.

After a casual conversation, the students returned to the dormitory one after another.

Sean was very tired these days, so he quickly fell asleep after laughing with his roommate.

The whole world seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

Until the sun rises the next day.

Sean got up from the bed in a daze, he felt a little hot, and there was always a tight feeling.

"Why does it feel like I've slept for so long..." Sean yawned as he prepared to change his clothes.

Then he stopped in front of the mirror in the bedroom.

Sean raised his hand in astonishment.

His pajamas were one section shorter.