Chapter 1947

In fact, Haier Bo has never really studied and understood the mystery of the devouring mirror. In other words, what he understood was only part of the power contained in the ancient mirror.

But when you think about it carefully, it's not surprising. After all, Haier Bo didn't fully understand the true meaning of the soul rule. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to bother so much, would he?

However, perhaps Haier Bona's persistence for 2000 years moved fate. It seems that no one can stop it from happening.

"Who?"

"Let go!"

Just as greenward put his hand out of the swallowing mirror again and firmly clasped his thick wrist, Maka, who wanted to leave here immediately with the black box, slipped strangely.

At that moment, the black box just got in his hand suddenly fell from his hand. Because it was too close to the ground, Maka didn't even have time to grasp it again.

"Patter."

I saw the box gently on the ground. The cover of the box was so loose that it didn't close at all and was directly opened.

"Hum... Hahaha! I knew that no one could stop it!"

Before the voice fell, a large black fog immediately poured out of the box like a bottomless hole, and in the twinkling of an eye, it submerged the huge cave in the hinterland of the mountain.

For a moment, there was a "creak" noise in the thick black fog, which made people feel numb on the scalp and goose bumps all over.

Soon, with a roar, the heavy stone door at the entrance of the cave was smashed by a giant force. Then, a ferocious humanoid creature, dark and very similar to halbo's demon body, came out slowly with the black fog and watched the world roar silently.

"The door... Was opened."

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

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"What's that?"

Old Aslan, who is leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase protection magic in Yorkshire Valley, occasionally raised their heads, but they saw that there seemed to be some abnormal commotion in the fog ahead.

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

However, before he could figure out what had happened, he saw a large number of gray little things pouring out of the fog and flying over their camp.

"It seems... Is it a moth or a butterfly?" said a wizard with a puzzled expression.

Everyone frowned and looked at the group of gray moths passing overhead. No one knew whether to cast a spell to defend. Because they look amazing, but they don't seem to have the intention to attack the camp. They just pass by.

"I don't know."

Old Aslan was also very confused. He thought for a moment, but with a wave of his wand, he released an ordinary coma spell and knocked down several big moths.

Watching those grey and ugly moths flutter and struggle on the ground - their bodies are fat and their wings are not big, but they can support them to fly.

To be honest, watching more will even make people feel a little sick.

"At least... I've never seen magical creatures that fully match this image. But it seems that they are very resistant to magic."

Looking at those fat moths struggling on the ground for a while, they soon flapped their wings and flew up again, and mixed into the large army flying here again. After a long time, the huge group of moths completely swept over the camp and went straight to the south.

"Old Sir, should we send someone to remind the Wizards over at Weymouth?"

Another companion said so. Old Aslan thought and immediately nodded.

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

However, this group of inexplicable moths really don't know anyone. Even experts in magical zoology can only watch them fly over the sky.

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

It was not until they crossed the Strait and were about to enter France that the appearance of moths without fog was completely seen.

The dark and gray moths pulled a long formation, flew up and clattered, constantly stimulating people's nerves.

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

But no matter Muggles or wizards, when they are aware of their passing, everyone feels that there seems to be a strong unease rising from their hearts.

Until they reached the sky around busbarton and rustled past in the clear air, Delphi, who was accompanying Willie in the garden, saw this scene.

"Well?"

Willie, who was holding a gardening shovel, heard the sound and looked back slightly.

"Ah! What a big group of moths... Delphi, come on! Help me move all the corels indoors... Moths like them best."

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willie plant flowers and weeds recently, has no reaction at the moment. She just squatted aside, carrying a shovel like Willie, but stared at the moths flying through the air.

"What's the matter?"

Probably afraid that the dust on her gloves might stain Delphi's clothes, Willie made a gesture, and finally touched the latter's arm with her elbow.

Until then, Delphi recovered a little.

"Hmm?" she blinked and looked at Willie, but soon she couldn't help looking at the moths in the distance, "it's all right, don't move... They don't eat curly core flowers."

"Really?" Willie looked at the already picked up a basin of cored flowers and wondered, "but moths can eat cored flowers? They are pests."

"No, they're not moths." Delphi pursed his lips and looked at the air with some complexity. "They're frober grey butterflies... Dad... Well, Mr. McClane told me about them."

"Marca?"

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

"Since Marca said it, that must be right... But butterflies? But why do they look so ugly? Don't I remember butterflies are very beautiful?"

"Maybe!" Delphi said, "but Mr. McLean said they were butterflies."