Chapter 1946 Flobber Gray Butterfly

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

But when you think about it carefully, this is actually not surprising, after all, Hai Erbo has not fully comprehended the true meaning of the soul rule. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to make such a big fuss, would he?

However, perhaps it was Haierbo's two thousand years of persistence that moved fate, and it seemed that no one could stop some things from happening.

"Who?"

"Let go!"

Just when Greenwald poked out his hand from the Devouring Mirror again and firmly clasped his thick wrist, Maca, who wanted to leave here immediately with the black box, slipped his hand strangely. .

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

"Patter."

I saw the box lightly tapped on the ground, the lid was so loose that it seemed that it hadn't been closed at all, and it was directly cracked open.

"Hmph...hahaha! I knew it, no one can stop it!"

Before the words were finished, a large black fog gushed out of the box that looked like a bottomless pit, submerging the huge cave in the middle of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

After staying for a while, there was a "creaking" sound in the thick black mist, which made people's scalp tingle and goosebumps all over their bodies.

Not long after, with a bang, the thick stone door at the entrance of the cave was smashed by a huge force. Then, a hideous humanoid creature that was completely black and very similar to Haierbo's demon body slowly walked out of it accompanied by black mist, watching the world growl silently.

"The door...was opened."

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

...

"what is that?"

Old Aslan and others, who were leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase their protective magic in the Yorkshire Dales, raised their heads by chance, only to see that there seemed to be some unusual commotion in the gray fog ahead.

Aslan hesitated for a moment, then drew out his wand, and took the initiative to take two steps towards the north of the camp.

However, before he figured out what happened, he saw a large piece of dusty little thing rushing out of the mist, flying over their camp.

"It seems... is it a moth? Or a butterfly?" A wizard said with a puzzled expression.

Everyone frowned as they watched the group of gray moths pass overhead, and no one knew whether to cast a spell to defend against it. Because they looked amazing, but they didn't seem to have the intention of attacking the camp, they were just passing by.

"do not know."

Old Aslan was also very confused. After thinking for a while, he still waved his wand and released an ordinary stun spell, knocking down several big moths.

I watched those gray, ugly-looking moths struggling on the ground—their bodies were fat and fat, and their wings were not too big, but they could support them to fly.

To be honest, watching more can even make people feel a little disgusted.

"At least... I have never seen a magical creature that fully matches this image. But it seems that they are very resistant to magic."

Watching those fat moths struggling on the ground for a while, they quickly flapped their wings and flew up again, mingling with the large army that was flying over here again. After a while, this huge group of moths completely passed over the camp and went straight to the south.

"Old Sir, shouldn't we send someone to remind the wizards over at Weymouth?"

Another companion said this, and old Aslan thought about it for a while, then nodded immediately.

"In any case, I'm afraid this is not a good omen... Let's send a team to talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any opinions on this."

It's just that no one knows this group of moths that appeared inexplicably. Even experts in Magizoology can only watch them fly by in the sky stupidly.

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

It was not until they crossed the channel and were about to enter France that the appearance of the moth swarm without the fog was fully seen.

That black and gray mass of moths pulled a long formation, flew up and rattled, constantly irritating people's nerves.

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

But no matter Muggles or wizards, when they noticed them passing by, everyone felt a strong uneasiness rising from their hearts.

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

"Well?"

Willie, who was holding a gardening shovel, turned her head slightly when she heard the sound.

"Ah! What a swarm of moths... Delphi, hurry up! Help me get all the cabbages indoors...the moths love to eat them."

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willy plant flowers and weeds recently, has no reaction at the moment. She just squatted aside, holding the shovel just like Willie, but her eyes were fixed on the group of moths flying in the air.

"What's wrong?"

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

And until then, Delphi came back to his senses a little bit.

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

"Really?" Willie looked at the potted cabbages and asked in doubt, "But moths will eat cabbages? They are pests."

"No, they're not moths." Delphi pursed her lips, and looked at the middle of the sky with some complicated eyes, "They're Flobber gray butterflies... Dad... Well, Mr. McLean told me about it."

"Maca?"

Upon hearing this, Willie put down the flowerpot in her hand and nodded clearly.

"Since Maca said it, it must be true...But, butterflies? But why do they look so ugly? I remember that butterflies are all beautiful?"

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