call--
In the gray and dead world, two figures, one red and one gray, were swimming rapidly on the high sky, like two meteors, falling from the earth to the sky.
"Mr. Gryffindor!"
Amosta's loud call overwhelmed the whistling wind in his ears, but the red-haired man seemed unaware and could only see the islands suspended in the sky.
Amosta closed his mouth. The cool and strong breeze allowed him to escape from the absurd fact that Godric Gryffindor was alive in front of him. His brain finally started to work again. Turn again.
Gryffindor is not deaf or blind. He is such a big living person right next to him, roaring several times in succession. How could he not even look at him, even if he is in the eyes of Gryffindor? He was as weak as a slug, so he wouldn't ignore him like this.
What kind of state is Gryffindor in? Does he really exist?
Amosta quickly lost the energy to think about this problem. When he flew over a certain border, Amosta's expression suddenly changed, and he almost transformed from a shadow state into a human form again.
Overflowing with rich magic power of death and decay, the space became sticky. Amosta felt like a stunt diver who suddenly crashed into the water from a high altitude. The nauseating but irresistible magic power Didn't make him faint.
At this time, the leisurely Gryffindor, who was riding on the Lion Patronus, became slightly more solemn. He raised his silver sword again and struck the void in the direction of his advance one after another.
No gorgeous spell light flashed, but as he chopped, the extremely dark space became much clearer, just like the turbidity floating on the water was cut open, revealing a gap-like, much clearer space. On the lake surface, and behind him, Amosta, who already felt faintly suffocated, let out a heavy breath. He did not dare to be careless and flew after Gryffindor's 'clean' lake surface.
This is so weird, isn't it?
Amosta didn't have any in-depth understanding of the Druid sect, but he at least knew that this sect respected nature. From Vitiya, he could feel a natural freshness and vitality. magic.
But why is the island of Avalon, the place of Gudruid faith that appears in myths and legends, shrouded in such intense and unpleasant death and decay?
What secrets are hidden in the Merlin ruins that Vitiya mentioned? Could it be that Merlin has become a corpse?
As the two men quickly passed through the sky, the black spots in their sight also quickly enlarged. Ten minutes later, Amosta could clearly see the outline of Avalon Island, and finally understood why this island was It has the nickname "Apple Island" because when viewed from below, the outline of this seemingly huge island does have a peculiar shape like an apple.
Such a huge island, supported by unimaginable power, is suspended high in the sky.
Amosta was certain that he would never forget this scene.
In a daze, he recalled the scene many years ago when Professor Snape came to the orphanage where he lived and showed him magic in the dormitory. It was just a simple transformation spell that subverted Amosta's understanding of the world. , shattered his worldview.
Now, Amosta is faced with that state of mind again.
"Incredible, how on earth did it happen--"
Amosta stared at the island above from a magical perspective. He had the illusion that one of his feet was still in the world of magic, while the other foot had already stepped into the illusory myth!
Of course, if you just appreciate this miraculous magic from the perspective of a spectator, it will undoubtedly make Amosta feel amazed and admired. However, when he thinks that he actually has an unclear relationship with such a great relic, Amosta is stunned. Mosta's heart felt heavy.
He seemed to feel that there was an invisible, terrifying hand dragging him into the mud, trying to devour him... No, to be more precise, he was already in the quagmire, but now, there was something lurking in the quagmire. The monster finally extended its ferocious claws to him!
Hula--
A strong sense of dizziness came unexpectedly. The world in front of Amosta shook violently. The powerful magic magnetic field around him was also undergoing some drastic changes. In an instant, he was forced out by this turbulent change in the magic environment. The shadow state showed its original form.
The world turns sharply!
The behemoth island that was originally above him suddenly moved to his feet. When he entered this magical ruins, the boundless lake he stood on suddenly appeared above his head and turned into another pure sky.
Gryffindor seemed to have anticipated this change. He just curled his lips and said something interesting, then firmly grasped the lion's fiery red mane with his left hand and took the lead in rushing towards the island below.
But Amosta encountered a lot of trouble. The chaotic magic magnetic field, and the extremely evil magic that suddenly became several times stronger all around suppressed him. He fell in mid-air like a free fall. He cast several spells in succession to stop his body from falling, but all ended in failure as sparks crackled from the tip of the staff!
Ridiculous, are you going to fall to death here? !
Amosta gritted his teeth and looked at the ground below. He looked at the countless rising gray smoke pillars with hatred in his eyes. He suppressed his panic and suddenly shook his wand again.
Beneath Amosta, a fierce wind suddenly rose in the dead air. The oncoming hurricane kept weakening the momentum of his fall. Finally, when he was still ten feet from the ground, Amosta regained control of his body. Quan, fell into the mud with a splash.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that Amosta, who was numb, stood up from the mud. He just glanced at the scene in front of him, and his movements about lifting the wand to clear the mud froze.
Amosta has never seen the end of the world, but he believes that if the end of the world really comes, the end of the world will be nothing like the scene before him!
This place seemed to be a lush forest at first, but now it is a cemetery of life.
All the once towering trees had been broken and lay under the water. What was left was just a few sparse charred logs standing staggeringly in the endless swamp. In front of them, countless gray smoke pillars came from the fallen skeletons of various magical animals. The sound rose in the air, and the ears were filled with the howling of a female ghost that seemed to be invisible.
Everything he saw was obscure and incomprehensible, just like the alternation of day and night in rainy weather. The magic full of deathly silence and unknownness suppressed Amosta's emotions invisibly, causing despair to rise uncontrollably in his heart.
But in this extremely horrifying scene, Amosta had a strange realization in his heart, and had a vague feeling that the culprit behind the scene in front of him might be Vitia Cliona. A legendary magic item from the Isle of Avalon.
"...With its power, maybe we can have a peaceful place to live."
What Vitiya said to him before suddenly sounded in Amosta's mind. At that time, he didn't quite agree with it, but now, he didn't dare to have any more contempt.
"Several generations of Druid priests have entered this world many times, and all attempts to take it out have failed. The result of the divination is that only I can take out that item..."
Amosta pursed his lips, his eyes lowered, and he whispered softly, feeling inexplicably uneasy because what happened to him now might have touched upon the most unknown mystery in the magical world of Harry Potter.
Gryffindor stood on the embankment behind Amosta and was also looking at this distant world shrouded in mist, where death was singing and singing. The relaxed and freehand look of the square and broad face carved with several sword marks was gone. Instead, there was solemnity, and anger flashed in his eyes.
But as powerful as he is, he seems to be helpless against this miserable world and can only sigh quietly.
Amosta turned around and looked at Gryffindor with incomprehensible eyes, who had given him an unprecedented shock, but turned a blind eye to him. After a while, he suddenly raised his wand and pointed it at Godric Gryffindor. Chopping it down hard!
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