Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1946: Flobber Lycaenidae

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

But when I think about it carefully, it's not surprising, after all, Helbo didn't fully participate in the true meaning of soul rules. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to spend so much effort to toss, would he?

However, perhaps it was Helbo’s two thousand years of destiny that moved his destiny. Some things seem to have been impossible to prevent from happening.

"Who?"

"Let go!"

Just as Greenward poked his hand out of the Devouring Mirror again and firmly clasped his sturdy wrist, Maca who wanted to leave here immediately with the black box, but strangely Hand slipped.

At that moment, the black box that was in his hand suddenly fell from his hand, because it was so close to the ground that Maca couldn't even catch it again.

"Pattern."

I saw the box lightly tapping on the ground, and the lid of the box was so loose that it didn't close at all, and it was tapped open.

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

Before the words fell, a large black mist suddenly poured out from the bottomless pit-like box, and in a blink of an eye the huge cave in the belly of the mountain was flooded.

After a while, there was a "crunchy" noise in the thick black mist, which made people hear the scalp numb and goose bumps all over.

Not long after, with a bang, the thick stone gate at the entrance of the cave was shattered by a huge force. Then, I saw a hideous humanoid creature with a pitch black body that was very similar to Helbo's demon body, slowly walking out of it accompanied by a black mist, watching the world roar silently.

"The door...is opened."

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

……

"What is that?"

Old Aslan, who was leading a group of Hogwarts alumni to increase protective magic in the Yorkshire Dales, accidentally raised their heads, but saw the gray fog ahead seemed to have some unusual commotion.

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

However, before he could figure out what was going on, he saw large swaths of small dust popping out of the mist, hulling over their camp.

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

Everyone frowned and watched the group of big gray moths pass above their heads. No one knew whether to cast a spell to defend. Because they look amazing, but they don't seem to have the intention of attacking the camp, just passing by.

"I don't know."

Old Aslan was also very confused, and saw that he thought about it, but with a wave of his wand he released a common coma spell, knocking down a few big moths.

Looking at the gray and ugly-looking moths fluttering and struggling on the ground-their bodies are fat and fat, their wings are not big, but they can support them to fly.

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

"At least...I have never seen magical creatures that fit this image. But it seems that they are very resistant to magic."

Looking at the fat moths struggling on the ground for a while, they soon fluttered their wings and flew again, and re-entered the large group that was flying over here. After a while, this huge swarm of moths swept over the camp and went straight to the south.

"Old Sir, should we send someone to remind the wizard on Weymouth?"

The other companion said so, Old Aslan thought for a while and nodded suddenly.

"Anyway, this is probably not a good omen...Send a team over to talk about it! By the way, ask them if they have any thoughts on this."

It's just that these inexplicable moths do not know anyone. Even experts in magical zoology can only watch them fly by innocently.

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

Until they crossed the strait and were about to enter the territory of France, the appearance of moth swarms without the obscuration of the fog was completely seen.

The damp, gray moth pulled a long formation, flew up and clashed loudly, constantly stimulating people's nerves.

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

Whether it is a Muggle or a wizard, when they perceive them passing by, everyone feels as if a strong uneasiness arises from their hearts.

Until they arrived in the sky around Boothbarton and passed by in the clear sky, Delphi, who was accompanying Veri in the garden, saw this scene.

"Huh?"

Villy, who was holding a gardening shovel, heard the sound and turned her head slightly.

"Ah! A big group of moths... Delphi, hurry up! Help me move the coriander flowers indoors... The moths like to eat them the most."

However, Delphi, who has been helping Willie plant flowers and weeds recently, has no response at this moment. She just squatted aside, holding a shovel like Willie, but staring at the group of moths flying in the air.

"What's wrong?"

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

And until then ~IndoMTL.com~Delph has recovered a little.

"Huh?" She blinked and looked at Wei Li, but quickly but couldn't help but glanced at the moths a little further away, "It's okay, you don't need to move them... Don’t eat the core flowers."

"Really?" Wei Li looked at the pot of curled flowers and said in a puzzled way, "but moths can eat curled flowers? They are pests."

"No, they are not moths." Delphine pursed his lips, looking at the air with some complicated eyes, "They are Frober Lycaen... Dad... Well, Mr. McLean told me about it. Over."

"Maca?"

When Wei Li heard it, she put down the flower pot in her hand and nodded clearly.

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

"Maybe!" Delphi said, "But Mr. McLean said that they are butterflies."