Gudong, Gudong, Gudong--
After a great war that eroded the earth, the world was in a mess. Amosta jumped off the oak boat, stood on the embankment and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He took out a few bottles of magic potion and drank it in a binge. The precious potion was worth thousands of galleons. After swallowing the potion, Amosta smacked his lips, looking like he was still unsatisfied.
The moment he set foot on the land, the bones that were still moving in the swamp immediately lay dormant. It was like a test, and Amosta passed the test with his strength.
Danglang---hoo...
Throwing away a few bottles and looking at the swamp that had been almost plowed, Amosta breathed out a sigh of relief. However, when he discovered the magic power in his body and eyes, he smiled bitterly.
"It's really enjoyable, but I hope I don't foresee any more trouble in the future--"
As he spoke, Amosta gave an ugly little one-legged creature lying at his feet, which was bound by a magic rope, a hard kick, causing it to grimace in pain.
These Xinkpunks, nourished by the strong evil magic power on the island, already have real bodies. This situation is quite special and rare. Therefore, Amosta caught it easily and was not affected by the battle just now. Come out and prepare to take it out and study it carefully.
After collecting this special hinkpunk, he turned around and looked around. Amosta discovered that without delay, Gryffindor had already walked up a gentle slope along a path covered with withered thorns. Standing on the high ground, he looked at the temple not far away.
Seeing this, Amosta didn't dare to delay and trotted after him. Although it was just a shadow recorded by the chaotic timing and magic power, following him, Amosta always felt inexplicably at ease. Come to think of it, Godric Gryffindor is such a 'secure' man.
In the center of the island, a huge, majestic temple full of history stood there silently, and it had existed for an unknown number of years.
Staring at the temple, Amosta's eyelashes trembled, showing some doubts on his face.
Located on the steps, the rectangular temple is entirely made of white marble. Supporting this huge building is a circle of nearly a hundred giant marble pillars. The walls as the main body of the building are dilapidated, and in many places even Big holes have collapsed.
This is a temple with a typical ancient Greek style, and it is precisely because of this that Amosta is confused.
As the holy land of the Gudruids, how could a Greek temple appear in the center of the rumored mysterious island of Avalon? It is like the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry turned into a Chinese style. The style of the palace was so weird that it was simply unreasonable. Amosta thought that he would see a wooden palace built on a huge oak tree here!
"Is Cliona there..."
Amosta looked past Gryffindor's muscular body at the temple, vaguely feeling the location of her magic. After thinking briefly, Amosta waved her wand to cover her aura and concealment. To stay in shape, he wanted to explore with Gryffindor before meeting Vitiya.
Surprisingly, the aura of decay and death that filled the space around the temple located in the center of the island was not as strong as Amosta expected. It seemed that there was some strange power suppressing death.
The two started walking again, but not long after they left, Amosta suddenly stopped and looked forward with a solemn expression. In his field of vision, many figures suddenly appeared overlapping in front of him, and This figure was very familiar to Amosta, because it was his own back.
"--The degree of chaos in the timing here has suddenly increased to many levels. Well..., it should be caused by two powerful magic powers that offset and interfere with each other. Tsk, tsk, an unheard of spectacle--"
Amosta started walking again, but as he got closer to the temple, strange phenomena occurred again.
Gryffindor was not affected in any way. His trajectory towards the temple was a straight line, but Amosta, who was following behind him, seemed to be using apparation continuously. He was still in Gryffindor's direction a second ago. Behind him, the next moment, it flickered further ahead, and the next moment, it 'floated' to the top of Gryffindor's head.
Without having to think too much, Amosta also knows that this space has been distorted and misaligned. Fortunately, this dislocation is still continuous. If there is a space fault, it is very likely that Amosta will step out. I found that the sole of my foot was cut into two pieces.
If you study the many strange phenomena caused by the magic here, you will definitely be able to write several papers that will shock the magic world. But after seeing it too much, Amosta's nerves have become tougher. After all, this is 'The land of myth'.
Gryffindor did not go to the steps of the temple entrance, but stood in front of a large collapsed hole in the side wall of the temple, staring at the space inside the temple.
Amosta also came to him with difficulty. After looking at the temple for a few times, he did not marvel at the majestic temple supported by spectacular stone pillars. Instead, he looked at the shabby ground. The jagged corners frowned.
He left Gryffindor alone, walked forward and squatted on the ground, digging up the soft soil with his palms, and soon made a small pit.
"Sure enough, this temple is not the original building on Avalon Island, but the entire temple was forcibly uprooted and moved here--"
If such a majestic and huge building really belongs to the Island of Avalon, then it is impossible that the builders did not even build the foundation when it was built. In addition, with the broken traces of the corners of the temple bordering the ground, Amosta can already It is certain that this temple was moved from another place.
"Is this still the Wizarding World of Harry Potter?"
Amosta shook his head with a solemn look on his face.
If the Island of Avalon is, as Vitia said, the legendary place where Merlin sleeps forever, then there is no doubt that the temple in front of you, the many strange phenomena on the island, and even the islands suspended in the sky should all be Merlin's. handwriting.
"Has Merlin already ascended to the throne of God... What were the limits of the abilities of wizards of that era?"
Amosta's eyes were filled with incredulity. Being in the modern magical world, he could not imagine the grand scene in ancient times when wizards looked down upon the earth and were regarded as gods by Muggles!
"There are gaps in magic, and some extremely important events have been forgotten by people...or deliberately erased--"
Amosta murmured in a low voice. What prompted him to make such a guess was not only the sights he saw along the way, but also the words Gryffindor accidentally said - 'The world is still complete, and the magical age is magnificent! '
Looking at the miraculous workmanship in front of him, Amosta suddenly thought of the things Voldemort had done when he was active, and couldn't help but feel a little bored.
Obsessed with power; obsessed with the awe of others; obsessed with immortality; no wonder that although he has great strength, Albus Dumbledore has always treated him with contempt.
Voldemort indeed made great efforts to ensure that he would not be killed, but those efforts were nothing more than picking on others and his path to magic had long been cut off.
Amosta suppressed his contempt for Voldemort deep in his heart, followed Gryffindor, and stepped into the temple through the large hole in the side wall of the temple.
His eyes wandered around, and the ruins within his field of vision were in line with Amosta's expectations. The time sequence and space were still as chaotic as the outside world. There was only one thing that surprised Amosta, and that was that the magic power inside the temple was very strong. 'Pure', not mixed with the evil atmosphere from the outside world, as if it has been purified.
The Gryffindor who entered here behaved a little abnormally. According to common sense, anyone who explores this temple for the first time should head towards the hall where Vitia's magic power is located, but this is not the case for him. He stepped solemnly across the ruins and passed through the cracked wall. He quickened his pace and walked in one direction with a clear purpose.
Amosta only hesitated for a short time, and then started to follow again. Compared to the woman in the hall, Amosta, who graduated from Hogwarts, obviously still believed in Godric Gryffin more. many.
The two people walked across the temple. Along the way, Amosta passed by many rooms. The one with ashes and broken shelves should be the library. There were many unidentifiable bones and decayed equipment. It is a place where wizards do research. In addition, there are some rooms used for daily life. It seems that this was once the residence of a wizard.
Gryffindor moved forward very quickly, and Amosta, who was trapped in chaotic timing and space constraints, had to jog all the way to keep up. Twenty minutes later, after crossing many obstacles, they stopped on a dark side of the road. In front of the huge stone wall.
Godric Gryffindor was a figure from thousands of years ago, and the era when this temple was built was undoubtedly even older. After being ravaged by the visions caused by time and magic, the temple, including the main body of the building, was almost Nothing undamaged could be found, but the huge stone wall standing abruptly among the rubble in front of them was intact, and not even stained by dust.
"Is this the battle-"
Gryffindor stared at the stone wall with great interest. The sudden words he spoke made Amosta, who was confused as to why the stone wall was not damaged, suddenly come back to his senses. He also raised his head and focused his attention on the wide stone wall, with the carvings on it. The rough lines are like the murals written by primitive people on the stone walls of caves.
The first scroll on the far right of the stone wall seems to record a land with rolling mountains, ancient city-states and lakes. It seems to be a simple landscape painting. However, what puzzles Amosta is that on the stone wall, At the highest point, far away from the earth in the scroll, is carved an irregular closed figure filled with many messy lines that seem to represent "wind", like the outline of a jellyfish swimming in the water.
Amosta frowned and stared at the pattern that could neither be the 'sun' nor the 'clouds', and the carvings looked gloomy. He was a little confused, but he vaguely sensed that that thing was probably extremely important.
His curiosity aroused, he quickly walked towards the second mural, took a few steps back and looked up, and found that the 'jellyfish' was still carved on the top of the stone wall, but the situation on the ground had changed dramatically.
A tense confrontation was taking place on the vast expanse of land.
On the opposing side is a warrior riding a tall unicorn and wearing a heroic cloak behind him. The warrior holds a gorgeous sword and stares at the sky coldly. Just from those simple lines, Amosta You can also feel the aura of king lingering around this warrior who is like a god of war.
Behind the warriors was an endless, huge Muggle army. They were led by twelve equally heroic knights. The entire military formation stood silently like steel, exuding a depressing aura.
There was only one person on the other side of the confrontation, and that person was hidden under a large black robe. Amosta guessed from the figure carved on the stone wall that the person was exposed outside the black robe, holding a strange staff on her slender wrist. A female.
Regarding the two opposing parties, Amosta, who was well-informed and well-remembered, had some vague guesses. However, he did not reveal a word and instead went to the third mural in silence.
The magnificent and extremely brutal war began. The forest was razed to the ground. Shocking cracks were everywhere on the ground. Lakes as vast as the ocean evaporated. Many cracks were carved on the large stone walls that represented the sky. It looked like, It seemed like the space was also torn apart.
The content of the third stone wall carving was relatively clear, but Amosta frowned.
"Can Muggle warriors and knights have the ability to compete with such a legendary wizard?"
Amosta was puzzled, but then he suddenly looked at Gryffindor, who was also observing the mural with a silver sword on his waist, and the doubts in his heart were somewhat relieved.
The fourth mural recorded the result of this battle. The witch could not see much change. She was still floating in mid-air, staring indifferently at the eroded earth where blood was freely flowing everywhere and Muggles' broken arms and limbs were everywhere. . On the ground, the twelve knights following the warrior also disappeared. Only the warrior stood with a sword, and the torn but still fluttering cloak behind him vaguely showed his perseverance.
Amosta, who was intoxicated by the war, had unknowingly reached the center of the stone wall.
In the fifth mural, the warrior's mount turned into a Pegasus. He rode the Pegasus towards the witch with determination and brutality, because the witch holding a strange staff summoned an almost magical beast. Crowded into the entire stone wall, the huge island looked towards a city-state far away.
"The Isle of Avalon..."
Amosta squinted his eyes and gave his judgment. Before, when he followed Gryffindor to fly to the island, he had seen the outline of the island below and could easily identify it.
There is also a very important message in the fifth mural. At the junction of it and the sixth mural, an old wizard with a flying beard and a figure somewhat similar to Dumbledore appears, quickly approaching. Rush to the battlefield.
"Merlin..." Amosta pursed his lips and groaned.
There is a small square deep in Knockturn Alley. On the square stands a pure white marble statue of Merlin. This statue is also the entrance to the underground world in London, and Amosta often comes and goes from here. , he is very familiar with the image of Merlin.
There is no doubt that the sixth mural records the scene of Merlin and the warrior fighting the witch together.
The earth flipped, and magma surged up from the depths of the earth into the sky. Amosta felt as if he had witnessed a 'war of gods' lost in time!
In this mural, there is another detail that Amosta cares about very much.
In the previous five murals, the 'jellyfish' on the top of the stone wall stayed motionless in the same position, but in the sixth mural, the outline of the 'jellyfish' seemed to be shaking violently, and about one-tenth of the area had been It broke away from the stone wall and disappeared!
The events recorded in the seventh mural shocked Amosta and made Gryffindor look sharp.
With the combined efforts of Merlin and the warriors, the witch was defeated. She fell from the sky to the island of Avalon and returned to the ground. However, there was a vague figure that was very similar to what Amosta had seen in the underground world. By the way, before the old wizard who was fooled to death by adding unicorn tail hair was about to die, the silhouette of the shadow of death emerged from her body!
By the penultimate mural, the 'jellyfish' that was constantly breaking away from the stone wall at the top had completely disappeared. Also missing was the witch, whose weird staff was being held by the 'god of death' in the previous mural. , and the equally defeated God of Death was making a throwing motion, as if he wanted to throw the staff in his hand!
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