"Sure enough, I was still tricked--"
Looking at the stones disappearing in the barrier, Amosta gritted his teeth and said.
It stands to reason that since he can follow the traces of Gryffindor's time to penetrate the barrier and come to the space inside, it seems to mean that this safe rift has existed for thousands of years, and now, that rift After Amosta passed through, he strangely disappeared.
"No wonder the ancestors of Druidism have not been able to discover that crack for so many centuries. It seems that Godric Gryffindor left it specially for me--"
Amosta pursed his lips, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his voice. Without that passage, Amosta could not leave this altar with his own power. This meant that except for trying to pick up the double snake staff again, He could hardly think of anything else.
Amosta doesn't know why the four founding giants of Hogwarts left behind many arrangements and back-up plans just to destroy the twin snake staffs. However, for their behavior of not involving themselves in such a "reasonable" way, , Amosta found it difficult to express his approval.
After staring at the mysterious scepter for a long time, Amosta sighed quietly, his sigh full of helplessness.
From the perspective of the contemporary wizarding world, Amosta is a powerful wizard in every aspect. However, for the Hogwarts giant thousands of years ago, and even more years ago, he has been completely reduced to a mythical figure. As far as Merlin is concerned, he is undoubtedly weak.
Weakness is the original sin, whether in the Muggle society or the wizarding world, this is an unbreakable truth. It is useless to blame those wizards who have long been swallowed up by time and have passed away. The only thing to blame is his own weakness. .
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Vitiya, with her arms folded around her knees, looked towards the swamp, her glimmering eyes filled with worries that lingered for a long time.
Judging from the results of hearings and investigations, Amosta Brain seems to be a very powerful wizard, but this power needs to be set against the background of the modern magical world. If placed in the ancient magical era that has been mythical From the looks of it, Amosta Blaine is not that amazing.
Deep down in her heart, Vitiya has always had doubts about her teacher's divination. She also doesn't understand why a wizard who has never been involved with the Druid religion is considered capable of helping them obtain the records. 'sacred vessel'.
And the reason why he took the risk of exposing the Island of Avalon and invited Amosta Brain here was actually more of a desperate act out of necessity.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze rippled in the dead air, and the fine dust deposited on the ground danced with the wind, drifting to unknown distances. Vitiya looked at the swirling dust with loneliness, feeling that her fate was like a fine dust... No, how could the wind blow out of thin air on Avalon Island? It has been dead for more than ten centuries!
Vitiya clenched the grapevine wand and stood up in horror. Suddenly, she turned around suddenly and saw a thin figure walking steadily from behind the rapidly dissipating time barrier to the ancient altar standing on the ground. Go up, down, and in your own direction!
Looking at Vitia with her red lips open and a look of surprise, Amosta, who was full of gloom, raised his head and disconnected from the earth. After restraining his evil magic power, the double snake staff showed a cold expression. smile,
"You have fulfilled your mission, Miss Cliona--"
When did Amosta Brain enter the temple, and how did he break through the time barrier that the ancestors of the priests had been unable to do? These doubts all became clear the moment Vitia saw the double snake staff. Insignificant.
"give it to me..."
She stared blankly at the scepter, her delicate body trembling slightly.
For more than ten centuries, hundreds of ancestors sacrificed their lives, and countless followers died. Death and blood entangled them like a curse. The hatred that would never be forgotten surged into their hearts like waves, causing Vitiya to use magic. No matter how hard it is to maintain the pretended calm,
"Give it to me!"
The crystal teardrops flying in the air reflected Vitiya's hysterical despair, and her beautiful face was distorted by hatred.
Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly and his heart palpitated slightly. However, he stopped and did not move forward. There was a hint of indifference in his calm tone.
"I have some doubts in my mind, Miss Cliona. Unless you can answer my doubts, I think it is better to keep this scepter in my hand."
Amosta's flat refusal made Vitia angry. The staff she raised was filled with magical power that could not be underestimated. It seemed that if Amosta was unwilling to hand over the double snake staff, then she would Will choose to kill Amosta Blaine without hesitation.
"The impulse of anger often drives us to do foolish things,"
Amosta remained unmoved;
"And foolish actions often cost us a huge price... Miss Cliona, do you want to use your own actions to verify this truth?"
"Most of the wizards operating in the underground world of Knockturn Alley think that you are a wizard who values credibility. Even if you don't mention this, we have signed a magic contract... Mr. Blaine..."
Amosta's cold words were like the cold wind, which made Vitiya regain some sense. Her reason was struggling with those tragic past events, which kept her on the edge of collapse.
"You need to hand over to me the sacred artifact belonging to the Druid religion in the 'Merlin's Eternal Rest'. If you violate the contract, you will receive severe punishment. Even a wizard like you cannot withstand the backlash of the contract." !”
"Magic follows rules, and I really can't escape the shackles of the contract--"
Amosta nodded slightly, acknowledging Vitia's statement, but before Vitia could look happy, he suddenly let out another cold snort,
"But there is a tiny little loophole in the contract, Miss Cliona, and I'm sorry you didn't find it...
'Merlin's eternal resting place' is the final burial place of Merlin. Where is his tomb and where is his body? Miss Cliona, if you can't give a reasonable explanation, then It means that I only found this double snake staff on the island of Avalon, not in the 'Merlin's Eternal Resting Place', regardless of whether it is a sacred weapon of the Druid religion..."
Looking at the dumbfounded Druid priest, who was gloomy due to those conspiracies, Amosta finally showed a happy smile,
"I'm afraid you who always like to stay in the woods don't realize that the outside world is very complicated, Miss Cliona..."
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