Acceleration

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"Something's definitely not right..." Sean frowned as he looked at the sky.

He then turned to look at the room where Grindelwald was, and his expression became even more serious.

Just like the most serious incident of the awakening of the World Will at Hogwarts, the wooden door and the surrounding walls have turned into messy pixel blocks, irregular shapes pieced together.

Sean licked his dry lips. Dumbledore said the impact was manageable... right?

He didn't know if anything bad would happen to him here, so for safety's sake, Sean left Dumbledore's old house.

The old, dilapidated house looked relatively normal overall, except for a slight spatial distortion in an area on the second floor, which seemed to be slowly expanding.

Sean remained hidden in the sky, intently observing the situation in that area.

As time passed, Sean was surprised to find that the expanding area of spatial distortion stopped after it reached the courtyard gate.

Is the impact limited to this, or has Grindelwald already emerged from his memories?

Sean looked up at the sky, the indescribable feeling still lingering.

What's even stranger is that Sean always feels like something is disappearing from this world...

And he was certain that this was not a strange premonition that only he could sense; all living beings in the world should be able to sense it, just like the anomaly in the sky.

This feeling is hard to describe. After thinking for a long time, Sean finally came up with a barely acceptable description: all living beings in this world have the right to know...

Because this directly affects everyone!

Deep down, Sean had a hunch—the controllable influence Dumbledore spoke of might not be the distorted space, but rather something unknown yet about to be lost by everyone...

Is this kind of thing really considered a controllable influence?

As he pondered this, Sean keenly noticed that the space of Dumbledore's Old House was distorted, presenting an even more eerie appearance. The house fragments, like jigsaw puzzle pieces, gradually became transparent and then pitch black.

Sean squinted, only to find that the fragments were becoming colorful again, and then very blurry images began to slide.

However, even with the Magical Telescope, Sean couldn't make out the specific content of the image.

Those images were like something terrifying chasing you from behind, rushing forward frantically.

The indistinct images persisted for a long time, then suddenly stopped, and then the distorted space began to slowly move and reset.

"Grindelwald is done?!" Sean's eyes lit up.

The haphazardly assembled puzzle pieces returned to their original form, and Dumbledore's bedroom on the second floor was no longer distorted.

Sean quickly flew back inside, and sure enough, everything had returned to normal.

He tiptoed to the door, trying to listen for any sounds inside.

Although the Grindelwald in my memory displayed amazing, even terrifying, scheming abilities, I still need to be careful in reality—what if something goes wrong and Young Grindelwald goes completely berserk?

Sean didn't think he was a match for Grindelwald in his current abilities.

He already had Fred's card in his hand, ready to make a run for it if anything went wrong.

However, just as Sean's head reached the doorway, the wooden door creaked open by itself.

"Ha—" A long sigh filled with mixed feelings came from inside the room.

He didn't seem to have any murderous intent. If Young Grindelwald were emotionally unstable, he wouldn't be acting like this...

Sean muttered to himself, then stuck his head out to look inside.

Young Grindelwald stood before the Pensieve, staring blankly at the thick memories still slowly swirling within. His eyes were obscured by shadows, and only the slightly pursed corners of his mouth could be seen.

"Come in, Sean. Don't worry that I might hurt you if I'm unhappy."

Grindelwald's voice was surprisingly calm, though it seemed to contain a hint of weariness.

Sean raised an eyebrow; his tone was completely different from before.

It seems he was truly convinced by that memory?!

Thinking of this, Sean coughed lightly and went into the bedroom.

Grindelwald didn't turn to look at him, still staring intently at the Pensieve.

After hesitating for a long time, Sean finally asked softly, "Sir?"

Another moment of silence followed.

Just as Sean was feeling a bit uncertain, Young Grindelwald finally raised his head.

He tilted his head back, as if he could see the deepest part of the sky through the ceiling.

"Phew..." Young Grindelwald let out a long breath, as if exhaling smoke.

"Ha—" His smile was hard to tell whether it was self-mockery or joy, "So that's how it is..."

Sean blinked and asked curiously, "What?"

Young Grindelwald glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips, "If I told you, the sky would really fall."

"Never mind then, forget I said anything." Sean shrugged.

Young Grindelwald casually found a shabby chair and sat down. He pinched his brow and said with a hint of amazement, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

If you're not going to tell me, then don't pique my curiosity, okay... Sean thought to himself.

"Phew..." The other person let out another long breath, as if that memory made him extremely emotional.

After finishing his reflection, Young Grindelwald waved to him, "You go back first, I need to sort everything out..."

"Then... what about that memory?" Sean asked.

Young Grindelwald showed no displeasure; he simply snapped his fingers casually, the crisp sound sounding clean and decisive.

"Come see me at this time tomorrow. The plan... not bad, you've convinced me."

Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief and then became somewhat excited.

As long as Young Grindelwald. cooperates, the time travel accident can most likely be resolved perfectly. Besides, the only people who know about this so far are Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and himself, so there's no need to worry about anyone harassing them in the final stages.

Sean looked up, about to say something more, Young Grindelwald waved his hand again. "Go on, I'll be alone for a while."

Since the other party had said that, Sean felt embarrassed to stay any longer.

After saying goodbye, Sean left the Dumbledore's old house.

However, as he left, he kept thinking about what that memory from the future Grindelwald had said.

This is really intriguing.

The turmoil in the world has subsided, and peace seems to have returned to every corner. However, the wizards have begun to discuss what these successive terrifying phenomena represent.

Beside a large tree in Godric's Hollow, a panting Capen was tightly gripping Milani's hand as they ran down the mountain. He was worried that something bad might happen, so he forgot about giving her the Christmas present and just ran off with Milani, who was still confused about what was going on.

Just as the two were running halfway there, huffing and puffing, Capen suddenly stopped again.

That indescribable feeling has disappeared!

He looked up in surprise, then looked at himself, then at Milani, whom he was holding.

Nothing has changed.

"Capen... what happened?" The blonde girl gasped, her hair standing on her forehead in a disheveled state.

"Ah...ah...I, I..." Capen stammered.

He couldn't very well say that he was a wizard and, sensing something was wrong, wanted to drag her away... Besides, the situation had now disappeared.

Capen hesitated for a while, then finally turned around and pulled out a box.

"Merry Christmas, Milani."

Milani was taken aback at first, then her smile quickly widened.

"Thank you... ah..." She happily wanted to accept the gift with both hands, but after looking down, she became shy.

The two were still holding hands.

The sudden and swiftly ended anomaly cast a shadow over Hogwarts, which was celebrating Christmas. The students, already somewhat disheartened by not being able to go home, felt even more uneasy about the unpleasant anomaly.

The castle, which should have been bustling with activity, was eerily quiet. Students huddled together in small groups, not exchanging gifts, but discussing with concern what had recently happened.

In this atmosphere, Sean slipped back into the castle.

In the drafty hallway, Sean found his friends. Hermione and Daisy were huddled around a glass jar with a floating blue flame inside.

Harry, Ron, and Neville, the new trio, were having a heated argument over there.

There were other groups of students around them, but none of them had the joyful Christmas spirit they should have.

Only Fred and George were having a snowball fight in the yard with their friend Lee Jordan, occasionally throwing snowballs at their friend in the hallway.

"Hey, how's Christmas morning? Did you like your presents?" Sean sneaked over and greeted him with a smile.

Hermione and Daisy turned around together, their faces showing surprise.

"Oh my god—" Hermione exclaimed, then lowered her voice, "I thought you weren't going back to the castle!"

"Oh, things went fairly well, but unfortunately, I missed lunch."

Daisy looked him up and down, nodding like a little adult. "Oh, it looks like it's still Mr. Wallop. Sean Wallerup, and he hasn't been replaced by some unknown guy."

"Thank you so much for your approval. Also, that's a novel, Daisy." Sean shrugged helplessly.

Daisy has recently been reading a novel called "The Christmas Elf," in which the protagonist disappears on Christmas and returns in a different form, replaced by an elf.

"Wow, it's a pity you weren't back. The Great Hall was decorated beautifully today, and lunch was—sumptuous. A hundred plump roast turkeys, mountains of roast meat and boiled potatoes, huge platters of delicious sausages, bowls of peas with butter, and plates of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce..."

Daisy enthusiastically described today's meals to Sean, her face occasionally showing expressions of joy and enjoyment.

Sean smiled slightly. Having just experienced what happened with Young Grindelwald, returning to the castle and finding it in such a warm and harmonious atmosphere felt somewhat surreal.

However, he still quite liked it.

In the time leading up to the Christmas tea party, the two girls told Sean about what had happened at Hogwarts Castle during that period, inevitably including the recent World Disturbance.

"Everyone is very worried, especially under these circumstances. A few sensitive girls even secretly cried." Hermione's face showed a hint of worry.

Sean sighed; the matter wasn't completely resolved yet.

Moreover, the so-called controllable impact does not seem to have occurred, Sean suspects that the impact may not have arrived yet.

By then, the atmosphere inside the castle will probably be even worse.

But Sean didn't have any good solutions either; the only option now was to quickly and perfectly resolve Grindelwald's time travel incident.

As evening fell, the worried students listlessly headed towards the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was beautifully decorated, just as Daisy had said.

The walls were covered with cascading ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees stood all around, some adorned with glittering icicles and others sparkling with hundreds of candles.

However, the crowd, already feeling depressed, had lost interest in the elaborate decorations, and even the Wizard Cracker filled with various small gifts failed to pique their interest.

Sean casually grabbed a pull button, and the firecracker made a huge noise like a cannon boom. In a cloud of blue smoke, a Magical Hourglass that could turn invert on its own popped out.

The commotion was so sudden that all the students looked at him.

Sean grabbed the hourglass, waved to everyone, and smiled elegantly and warmly.

Merry Christmas, guys.

"Yes, yes, Merry Christmas, Mr. Wallop is right—"

An old voice continued.

The students looked up in surprise and found Dumbledore, who had been rarely seen lately, standing on the long table in the classroom.

"Oh, oh, please don't look at me like that. Sit down, child. I've already tasted the turkey sandwich—it's delicious when it's hot," Dumbledore said with a smile.

For some reason, seeing Dumbledore's appearance, Sean's tense mood involuntarily relaxed.

Dumbledore was all smiles throughout the tea party, and every now and then he would pull off some amazing magic that left the students speechless with astonishment.

The somber atmosphere was finally somewhat relieved.

When the tea party ended, Dumbledore stood up, holding a cream cake in his hand.

"I wanted to say something comforting, but I think you'll feel the pressure when I get serious. Right now, I just hope everyone can stay cheerful like me, after all, it's Christmas, isn't it?"

"Merry Christmas, children. I hope you sleep well tonight," Dumbledore kind smile.

Sean and his friends exchanged glances, then shook their heads and smiled.

Dumbledore's appearance and the delicious desserts relaxed everyone, and after eating their fill, they felt a little sleepy.

After a casual chat, the students returned to their dormitories.

Sean was exhausted these past few days, so after chatting and laughing with his roommate for a few minutes, he quickly fell asleep.

The whole world seemed to suddenly become calm.

Until the sun rises the next day.

Sean groggily got out of bed, feeling a bit hot and a general sense of tension.

"It feels like I slept for so long..." Sean yawned as he prepared to change his clothes.

Then he stopped in front of the mirror in his dorm room.

Sean raised his hand in astonishment.

His pajamas were a bit too short.

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