Chapter 1583 Seven Years Later

Seven years after the end of the Battle of the Rockies in the United States.

In a Gothic-looking room, black rosemary is blooming, and vines are growing on the walls of the room. It is a natural rock, with unevenness on it. It looks like it was excavated directly from some mountain. It seems unpretentious and has a medieval charm. All kinds of creepy paintings on the walls are in black and white style, with abstract and chaotic textures, just like burning ashes, making the whole room more eerie.

Although it was actually made old by time magic, it didn't take long to build.

The Harris family, the most powerful in the Magic Empire, was sitting around the large dining table in a relatively casual manner at this time, and the slightly dim candlelight shrouded their faces in the shadow.

The ioun stones on the heads of these wizards revolved around their foreheads and swirled in the air along a circular trajectory. The soft light from the floating ioun stones made their faces seem hazy and mysterious, and from time to time around them Some dazzling arcs and suddenly lit spots of light showed the strength of the magic power on the body.

"Now we can't go to the Muggle mall together, or we will break their electronic products." Seeing these flashing blue light arcs, Daisy, whose hair was all coiled behind her head, pouted and complained. Pampering her for so many years still retains the squeamishness and self-willedness of her girlhood.

With a few crisp sounds, Owen in pajamas patted away the static electricity from the newspaper in his hand. Leaning on the chair, he was already getting fatter, but the aura of calmness and prestige cultivated in a high position for a long time was even stronger. than before.

"Don't go shopping, and find a boyfriend as soon as possible." Owen complained casually and habitually before continuing to open the newspaper. "He is really tenacious. He is still alive and was not eliminated until yesterday. But behind He would be beaten. I am afraid that one day ordinary wizards can reach such a level of spellcasting. When they came out to make trouble a few days ago, they were beaten to death by several ordinary wizards... But this is also good. Although Delphi has a good personality, there is always something wrong with this Complaining is also blaming the Potter family..."

The photo in the newspaper showed several young wizards in magic robes standing in front of the huge Rocky Mountains. Harry and his son James stood side by side at the front, holding a broken bird skull in Harry's hand. The completed necklace, it has been broken, and the text records in detail the whole process of Voldemort's destruction: Voldemort was beaten to death by several college students after he appeared, and by chance, he went to the Great Wall of the Underworld in the United States. Harry and his son, who were traveling at the old site, discovered the Horcrux hidden in the Rocky Mountains through the magic power fluctuation that just happened. After Harry recognized it, he was shocked and burned it with Fiendfire, completely eliminating Voldemort...

"This necklace seems to belong to Bellatrix? Unexpectedly, it was used by Voldemort to make a Horcrux..." Daisy ignored her father's urging, and was more interested in the necklace in the photo.

"I guess this should give them an Order of Merlin?"

"I will definitely give it... No matter how you say it, it is more valuable than our sea snake back then." Lun, who is already the Minister of Magic, sat forward and broke free from the arms of the two Veela cousins ​​beside him, rubbing his fingers Some stubbled chins, "But father, the people Voldemort met were not ordinary people. They all graduated from Hogwarts University and participated in Auror training. Now the progress of magic is too fast, he You can't learn new techniques by hiding in the mountains..."

"The prophecy about Harry and Voldemort actually came true - the Dark Lord marked Harry as his rival, but Harry possessed powers that the Dark Lord didn't understand... One of them must die at the hands of the other, The two of us can't live together..." Emily, the graduated sweet bear, adjusted her glasses and complained, "Helena's room is too dark... Where have all those naughty little things gone? How come now? Haven't come over for dinner yet?"

Emily, who has more refined facial features, at a young age, relying on her family relationship, has now taken over Lun's original position as director of the Department of Legal Enforcement. In order to make her temperament more mature and capable, she also specially made herself Wearing a golden single-sided flat glasses, the long chain hanging from the glasses made her look more elegant and refined.

"Ms. Nancy assigned tasks to the children, asking them to do business during the holidays to exercise their courage and eloquence. These children are forming their own teams and thinking about what kind of business to do." Fu Rong replied with a smile. After giving birth to a few children, she became more rounded, but on the contrary, her beauty was less sharp and more friendly, and she appeared more feminine.

"Homework? Where's Bridget and Friday?... Uh, I mean Frigg... these two little bastards didn't tell me that there's still homework!" Morgan Le Fay looked up in surprise, "Are they trying to hide?"

"Don't worry Morgana, the kids have their own plans. Frigga seems to be going with Wednesday and Thursday. My son Louis is going to be taken by his aunt Bridget to sell flowers at the Field of the Singers near Balao Street. " Fu Rong gently pulled down her long silver hair like a waterfall, but she smiled at this time, "But in your garden... they have already uprooted a lot, especially the red and white roses..."

Morgan Le Fay's anger dissipated before it reached her face, she sighed and said no more - under the effect of Iolum's longevity technique, time did not leave any traces on this witch's face.

"Fortunately, Patricia entered the third grade at the beginning of school, and she can go to Hogsmeade. This kind of children's play house game is really boring." Penello shook her raised legs, her tone A little unsure, "I gave Flippe some light dark magic items and asked him to sell them in the new Knockturn Alley in the city, but is it too early? Maybe after the wizard primary school is over?..."

The short black hair of this female Auror and female professor has grown long now, and she hugs her left cheek like a black waterfall, which makes her sharpness and hostility seem to have diminished a lot, and she seems to have recovered. Less elegant and charming when reading.

"Penello! How dare you give them black magic items? And let them go to New Knockturn Alley! There are so many monsters in this new city, how can they let them go to the streets by themselves!" Hermione stood up in amazement, and snapped, "That's what my precious daughter Rose said she did business with Flippe? No wonder Delphi said to take them to sell Scout cookies and they didn't go!"

Hermione's movements were so large that the bun on the back of her head fell down, and Anka flew to the side in dissatisfaction, letting it scatter on her back, but Hermione, who was anxious in her heart, immediately pressed down on her body's perception Imprint Contact Daughter.

Alan, who was wearing a ceremonial robe similar to the one he had when he ascended the throne, quickly grabbed Hermione's hand, "Hermione, don't worry, who doesn't know them in the city? Mother Wolf, they know to arrange someone to watch, and you Now I can monitor it at any time by divination... nothing will go wrong."

"Although they are a little young, don't underestimate these little guys..." Alan's avatar, who was sitting next to Penello and wearing the Raven Robe, said so, with a little pride on his face.

Every time he heard Penello calling his son "Flippe", Allen felt like calling his father-in-law his son, so when Penello named him, he had no intention of objecting at all...

"Bang... ping pong..."

Suddenly a figure fell from the top of the building, knocking over the dining table in front of the wizards, and smashing the plates and bowls on the table to the ground along with the broken guardrail.

A little boy with light blond hair was lying in the middle of the overturned dining table with his eyes closed, the back of his head was knocked out of shape, the blood that flowed out, the trembling white brain with bright red blood streaks mixed with the soup of the overturned dishes Together.