Squirming, trembling.

The darkness is so rich that no one can see the existence hidden under the darkness.

The deep darkness is like the darkest corner in the world. It swallows everything and swallows light. Even the moment the sound touches it, it disappears without a trace.

It's like being absorbed.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness seemed to have received some signal. At the moment the sound completely disappeared, its shaking and trembling suddenly increased.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the speed was so fast that it couldn't react, and it suddenly burst out completely.

"Boom! Boom!"

Nothing, expansion.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness curled in the corner had completely opened up, filling the surroundings and even occupying all the space at the end of the entire corridor.

Then immediately afterwards, the foggy darkness seemed to stagnate.

If you look closely, you will find that these fogs are not just fogs. They are like water droplets, connected and confined like crystals, suspended in the air, forming a huge and changeable irregular mesh, with a strange and daunting beauty.

But this suspension and stagnation did not last long.

It is like the most unpredictable substance in the world, its actions are abrupt and destructive.

With a feeling of time confusing, the black fog twisted and deformed again, as if it had contracted into a sphere the size of a nail in less than half a second.

Then another stagnation and darkness erupted again.

"boom!"

With the whistling breath of destruction, black smoke instantly filled the entire corridor, like a galloping train, crushing forward frantically, with an irresistible aura, whether it is the illusion around, the real walls around, or the hidden magic traps, it seems vulnerable under its impact.

There was not even a trace of pause, it had defeated everything and whistled towards the depths of the Demon French Society.

Behind it is the collapsed parliament corridor.

Almost turned into ruins...

"I'm Emma, ​​Emma uh... forget it, just call me Emma."

"I am Imokin."

"Joanna."

"An Xi."

"Delia..."

The witches lined up and responded politely to the portrait, quiet like a freshman who had just entered school in Hogwarts.

Thanks to Madison's good name, she did not say her name. There are countless magical magic in the magic world, and there are inevitably no spells that can work through the name alone.

At least as far as she knows, Voldemort's name is a taboo, not just because of the timid wizards.

Although the witches reached a brief trust with the portrait old man, they did not have complete trust. Madison did not say his full name, or even... his real name.

Although the old man was so angry that he almost broke his beard, as a wizard, he also understood Madison and others' approach.

On the contrary, only a wizard who is not vigilant will make him look down upon. ——

Because that is equivalent to having no strength.

After everyone introduced themselves, the old wizard nodded.

In fact, Madison doubted that the other party's age and the existence of the portrait could remember so much information. They were simply wasting time when doing so.

But they did this, out of respect and thanks for the other party to rescue them. In any case, they did take them out of the strange place full of illusions.

However, looking at the portrait of the old man stroking his beard with a stern look, Madison doubted whether this guy was also a professor in a magic school before.

Very unpleasant... old-fashioned.

Madison is not a good kid in a school. After all, there are only a few female celebrities who are living in Hollywood and have high education.

What's more, in the world of witches, Madison is not a big star.

"Thank you very much for bringing us out." After pondering for a few seconds, Madison said first, "If you have any other news, or are willing to explain in detail what the battle of foreign invasions is, maybe we will be even more grateful."

"What a cunning little guy." The old man in the portrait stroked his beard and squinted his eyes and said, "You have not paid any substantial things except thanking you, but... there is nothing that can play a role in the old guy in the portrait."

"It's okay, I've been alone for a long time, and I'm very happy if someone can talk."

"I originally planned to explain it to you carefully."

"That's really great." Madison spread his hands.

“Clean up.”

"Recover as before."

The next moment, a familiar spell pronunciation came to Madison's ears.

While chatting with the old man in the portrait, Imojin and others didn't know that they despised the surrounding environment too dirty, and they were just itchy. They waved their magic wands and started working as servants.

Madison looked at the group of enthusiastic human-shaped house elves around him, not knowing what expression he should have.

But it is undeniable that the magic effect is still very good.

The magic civilization in the Harry Potter world, whether it is a weird system, no systematic specifications, or they have clearly mastered some powerful magic effects, but they cannot develop it in the end, it has very high benefits after all.

Potions, metamorphology, these major systematic disciplines, as well as the recovery as before and the phantom shift, these often very high magic civilizations will also be very complex to do.

Imojin and others used this to restore the same as before.

A magic that can be mastered by a little wizard just now, but has absolutely powerful effects.

As the spell spread, the broken room began to slowly repair, and the traces of time covering it gradually faded away, revealing the once gorgeous coat.

The magic of the Recovery of the First Magic can repair all damaged existences. Except for the consumed things that cannot be restored, even the traces of time pass are within its repair range.

In a sense, this is incredible.

The spider web was swept away by the magic of cleaning, and the tide worms in the corners also turned into ashes. The dusty silver wine glass tray reappeared its bright appearance, and the long wooden table with missing corners and dirty spots shone again.

The wand emits a soft and compact light to light up the dazzling chandeliers. Half-burned candles were refloated into the air by the witches, clinging to the walls, emitting a faint goose-yellow luster.

The whole house almost changed its appearance, and with a little embellishment, it reproduced the once magnificent and solemn glory of the American Magic and French Association.

"I really miss it..."

All those present were wizards, or they were wizards during their lifetime, and no one was surprised by this situation.

Looking at the room that was rejuvenated in front of him, the old wizard in the portrait sighed. He stayed in the portrait and watched the abandoned demon France decay and decay. Of course, he also wanted to use magic to save it, but he was just a portrait and he could do nothing.

What's more, unleashing magic.

Now, the place has been reorganized by the witches. Looking at the familiar scene and objects, time seems to have instantly crossed a hundred years of distance, bringing everything back to him, just like yesterday.

But except him, all the empty portraits on the walls, as well as the missing bookshelf, and the potion rack with only empty crystal bottles, all illustrate that some things, even magic, cannot be saved.

Imokin also paid attention to bookshelf and potion stand at the first time. In the magic world, these two things are the most valuable at any time.

The former represents the knowledge of priceless treasures, while the latter is also of great value.

But unfortunately, both of them cannot be restored.

Potions are consumables, so they are naturally not within the scope of the recovery spells. The magic world's sheepskin scrolls and magic books have special magic powers. Unless a particularly powerful wizard, if there is no protection, no one else can reproduce it.

Because magical characters and ancient magical texts themselves are magical existences.

Imokin stepped forward and looked at the empty bottles of the bookshelf and the potions, and shook his head at Madison with regret.

Madison responded to her with a big roll of eyes.

These witches seem to never understand the point of the matter. What should they do when they are so anxious to clean up the room? Are they all housewives?

The danger has not been lifted yet. Once the danger comes again in a moment, it is entirely possible that the entire Congress will be destroyed again, let alone this room.

Forget it... I didn't waste much time anyway.

He hooked his fingers and the high-powered wooden chair placed around the long table like petals popped out immediately. It slid under Madison's butt on its own, allowing her to sit on it steadily.

The soft table mats and exquisite carvings show extremely high production craftsmanship, which echoes the style of the surrounding retro rooms, as if it brings them to the ancient medieval ages in an instant.

The age of Merlin and King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.

Of course, it is a beautified version, not the real dark medieval era where eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Seeing this, the other witches also found their own seats and sat down, then stared at the old wizard in the portrait.

Madison rolled his eyes again.

Whether it is Merlin or God, when creating himself, in addition to magic and soul, there must be some other things, such as... Pig Teammates.

Madison felt that his patience had reached its limit.

Fortunately, the old wizard seems to think so.

"Next I'll tell you something," he said. "No matter how incredible it sounds, but what I want to say is that they are real."

They looked at each other, then Imokin, Joanna and others nodded at the same time.
To be continued...