"So..."
Standing in front of the arch-shaped water mirror with a circle of golden runes on the edge, Vitiya looked back at Amosta, who was looking at herself with complicated eyes, when the screen dimmed and her expression was dim. Jaw slightly,
"I will wait for you at the temple in the center of the island, Mr. Brain."
Having said that, before Amosta could respond, Vitiya stepped into the rippling water mirror and completely disappeared from Amosta's magic induction.
call---
Late at night, the cool evening breeze blew across the plains, and messy gray hair danced wildly in front of Amosta's eyes, which were bathed in starlight. However, he did not make the slightest move, but stared at the mirror with a somewhat sinister look in his heart, as the waves gradually subsided. Suddenly he began to hesitate about his decision.
This woman was in greater trouble than Amosta imagined. He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to step into this muddy water driven by his insistence on unraveling the connection between the prophecy and himself.
However, there seemed to be some kind of voice in his mind that kept urging him to enter the world behind the mirror. Otherwise, he would regret it for the rest of his life. This almost prophetic intuition was so irresistible and could not be stopped. Amosta wanted to turn around and leave.
Buzz--
After hesitating for a long time, Amosta finally stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, which was unknown to the world. Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the clear water mirror gradually blurred. After a few seconds, a picture appeared in Amosta's eyes. The sight of Star made his eyebrows rise high.
In the icy world, the snowflakes falling slowly from the gloomy sky and the cold wind outlined by the snowflakes seemed to be the only things moving on the earth. London was frozen in a cold winter that was rare in decades.
A woman in her early twenties, with messy hair frozen into blocks, a skinny, ragged woman, holding a baby in her arms, staggering through the streets of the city, can be seen from her desperate and emotionless eyes. It was obvious that she had no destination at all.
The baby, who was less than two days old, tried to open his eyes wide and look at the sky, and his cry was more like a sob before death.
Amosta stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, staring silently at the light and shadow shaking in the water mirror. In his heart, the past events he thought he had long forgotten surged up like lava. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the place where he came. This is the first and most powerless moment in this world.
"sad--"
As a soft moan dissipated in the wind, Amosta's voice also disappeared in this starry plain...
.........
It was different from the feeling of being stuffed into a soft tube like Apparition, but more like the feeling of time traveling. He lost the feeling of his body, and it was as if he was only left with a ball of thoughts wrapped in bubbles. Traveling through the ocean of space at unimaginable speeds.
In this state, time cannot be sensed or measured. Amosta can only drift with the flow. His 'vision' is locked on the white light group in the far distance that seems to be forever out of reach. His consciousness is gradually lost in the boring world. In the roar.
Ding...
Just like waking up from a dream, the ethereal and crisp sound of wind chimes suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Amosta's silent consciousness to stir again.
Amosta's eyes wandered around, instinctively searching for where the sound came from. However, except for the door behind him, he could not find any human creations in this boundless space.
Suddenly, Amosta seemed to realize something. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at his feet. Only then did he realize that his feet were not solid ground, but an endless lake like the sea. However, this lake had no ripples at all. Like a mirror.
Amosta frowned, he raised his toes and touched the water surface, causing the water surface where his figure was reflected to be slender to ripple in circles. However, in just a few breaths, he returned to his original state. I continued to press the water with my toes, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break the water.
This is really a wonderful thing. He does not use any magic, but he can stand steadily on the lake. This alone makes him feel that this ruins is extraordinary.
Amosta lowered his head and quietly looked at the lake at his feet, intending to see through the mystery, but suddenly there was a subtle change in his expression. What caused his reaction was not the mirror-like flat surface of the lake, but the center of the lake. A reflection of himself.
have no color? !
Amosta's eyes suddenly turned and looked at the right hand holding the wand tightly, and when he looked at it, his brows furrowed even more.
This is not an illusion or an illusion. The scene reflected in the water is indeed a real reflection. The self in the field of vision has indeed lost its color. Whether it is the old wizard robe, the white palm or the dark wand, everything has become lifeless. The gray color seems to be invisible, and there is a mysterious and powerful force that deprives everything of its color!
In an instant, the vortex in Amosta's eyes began to spin crazily, and powerful and fierce magic power poured out endlessly from his thin body. The hurricane formed by the magic power messed up the reflection in the lake, but there was no trace of it. There is no slight change in this secret realm that has been sleeping silently for countless years!
However, Amosta, who raised his magic perception to the limit, still made some discoveries.
He randomly chose a direction and walked a certain distance, then stopped and stopped moving forward with a serious look on his face.
"That's right... the time in this secret space is disturbed by some evil magic. The flow rate is not uniform and changes very slightly..."
After Amosta muttered in a low voice, he looked at the empty world and pursed his lips.
The woman Vitiya said outside that she would be waiting for him at the temple in the center of the island. However, there was obviously nothing here. There was no island, and there was no temple in sight.
"Aha, we finally came in!"
Just when Amosta was lowering his eyebrows and thinking deeply, a hearty laugh suddenly came from somewhere in front of him, which made Amosta's hair stand on end and his face looked astonished.
Someone followed him into the secret realm, how could it be possible? !
Amosta resisted the shock and looked intently, and found that twenty feet away from the lake, the originally peaceful space suddenly became distorted in mid-air. Then, a pair of powerful hands stretched out from the distorted space. He seemed to be walking through the distorted space. Through some kind of obstacle, the strong arms kept struggling, and the body squeezed in here bit by bit!
To be honest, Amosta has experienced quite a few strange things in these years, but what he experienced now was more bizarre than any of them. He even forgot to be vigilant and just stared blankly at the thing in mid-air. The Tao gradually becomes complete.
Boom!
Different from the crisp sound Amosta made when he landed on the lake, the roaring sound made when the soles of the strong figure falling from mid-air to the ground collided with the lake surface was shocking. Even the lake surface that Amosta could not destroy was also Being directly 'bent' by that person, it was like a massive celestial body distorting space with its own huge gravity!
"How...how is it possible...it's so ridiculous..."
Amosta stared at the man fifty feet away from him with a dull and ridiculous expression. He was wearing a retro-style wizard robe and had fiery red shoulder-length hair. He seemed not to have received the mysterious power in the space. The side face of the suppressed middle-aged wizard roared in disbelief,
Amosta knows this powerful wizard. He has seen him in many magic books, biographies, and oil paintings. Moreover, not only him, but also wizards all over the world, I am afraid that everyone does not know this man!
"Godric Gryffindor???"
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