Hogwarts Homecoming

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In the gray and dead world, two figures, one red and one gray, swiftly swam above the high sky, like two meteors 'falling' from the earth to the sky.

"Mister Gryffindor!"

Amosta's loud call overwhelmed the whistling wind in his ear, but the red-haired man didn't seem to notice it, and only saw the island floating in the sky.

Amosta closed his mouth, and the cold and rushing wind made him slightly detached from the absurd fact that Godric Gryffindor had appeared in front of him alive, and his brain finally started again. Turn again.

Gryffindor is not deaf and blind, he is such a big living person standing beside him, how could he not even look at himself, even if he is in Gryffindor's eyes He is weak like a slug, so he wouldn't ignore him like this.

What kind of state is Gryffindor in? Does he really exist?

Amosta soon lost the energy to think about this problem. When he flew over a certain boundary, Amosta's face changed suddenly, and he almost turned back into a human form from a shadow state.

Filled with strong magic power of death and decay, making the space viscous, Amosta felt like a stunt diver who suddenly crashed into the water from a high altitude, the disgusting but irresistible magic power Did not make him pass out.

At this moment, the relaxed Gryffindor, who was riding on the lion patron saint, also became slightly dignified. He raised the silver sword again, and slashed at the void in the direction he was heading one after another.

There wasn't any flash of gorgeous spell light, but with his slashing, the extremely dark space became much clearer, just like the turbidity floating on the water surface was cut open, revealing a gap-like, much clearer space. The surface of the lake, and behind him, Amosta, who was already faintly feeling suffocated, let out a heavy breath. He didn't dare to be careless, and flew after the 'clean' lake that Gryffindor had scratched.

It's so weird, isn't it?

Amosta doesn't have a deep understanding of the Druid sect, but he at least knows that this sect advocates nature. From Vitia, he can feel a natural freshness and vitality. magic.

As the place of belief of the ancient Druids, why is the island of Avalon that appeared in myths and legends shrouded in such an intense and unpleasant death and decay?

What secret is hidden in the ruins of Merlin that Vitia said? Could it be that Merlin was transformed into a corpse?

With the rapid advance of the two high dome, the black spot in the sight is also rapidly enlarged. Ten minutes later, Amosta can clearly see the outline of Avalon Island, and finally understands why this island It will have the alias of 'Apple Island', because 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 above the high dome.

This scene, Amosta can be sure that he will never forget it.

In a daze, he remembered the scene when Professor Snape came to the orphanage where he lived many years ago and showed him magic in the dormitory. It was just a simple transfiguration, which subverted Amosta's perception of the world , shattered his worldview.

And now, Amostar faced that state of mind again.

"It's unbelievable, how did it happen—"

Amosta stared at the island above from a magical perspective. He had an illusion that one of his feet was still in the magical world, while the other foot had stepped into the illusory mythology!

Of course, if you just appreciate this unearthly magic from the perspective of a bystander, it will undoubtedly make Amosta feel amazed and admired, but when I think that I have an unclear relationship with such a great relic, Ah Mosta's heart was heavy.

He seemed to feel that, invisible, there was a terrifying hand dragging him into the mud, trying to swallow him up. To be more precise, he was already in the mud, but now, the monster lurking in the mud finally turned to him. He stretched out his ferocious giant claws!

Hula——

A strong sense of dizziness came unexpectedly, the world in front of Amosta shook violently, and the powerful magic magnetic field around him was undergoing some kind of drastic changes. In an instant, he was forced out of this turbulent magic environment. In the shadow state, the original shape appeared.

The world turned steeply!

Originally at the top, the huge island suddenly moved to the bottom of his feet, and when he entered this magical relic, the boundless lake surface on which he was stepping suddenly appeared above his head, turning into another piece of pure sky.

Gryffindor seemed to have expected this change, he just curled his lips, said something interesting, then firmly grasped the lion's fiery mane with his left hand, and took the lead in darting towards the island below.

But Amosta encountered a lot of trouble. The chaotic magic magnetic field, the evil magic power that was suddenly stronger by several times around him had a lot of pressure on him, and he fell freely in mid-air, He threw out several spells in succession to stop the body from falling, but with the crackling sparks from the tip of the wand, all of them ended in failure!

Ridiculous, are you going to fall to your death here? !

Amosta gritted his teeth, looked at the ground below, and saw countless gray smoke columns rising with hatred in his eyes. He suppressed the shock, and suddenly shook his wand again.

Below Amosta, the deadly air suddenly became violently violent, and the oncoming hurricane continued to weaken the momentum of the fall. Finally, when he was still ten feet from the ground, Amosta regained control of his body Right, fell into the mud with a clatter.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the numb-headed Amosta stood up from the mud. He just glanced at the scene in front of him, and when he was about to lift his wand to remove the mud, he 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 sight before him!

This place used to be a lush forest, but now it is a cemetery of life.

Those once towering giant trees have all been broken off and stood horizontally under the water, and what remains are only some sparse charred wood standing staggeringly in the endless swamp. The air rises up, and the ears are filled with howling female ghosts that seem to be there.

Everything in sight is obscure, like the alternation of day and night in rainy weather, the deadly and ominous magic power suppresses Amosta's emotions invisibly, causing despair to rise uncontrollably in his heart.

But in this extremely terrifying picture, a ray of understanding suddenly emerged in Amosta's heart, and he had a faint feeling that the culprit of the scene in front of him was probably Vitiah Kleona's idea. A legendary magic item taken from the Isle of Avalon.

"...With its power, maybe we can have a peaceful place to stay."

What Vitia said to him before suddenly sounded in Amosta's mind. At that time, he was quite disapproving, but now, he dared not despise him any more.

"Several generations of druid priests have entered this world many times, but failed to take it out. The result of divination is that only I can take out that item."

Amosta pursed her lips, her eyes drooped, she murmured softly, feeling inexplicably uneasy in her heart, because what happened to her now may have touched the most unknown mystery of the magical Harry Potter world.

Gryffindor was standing on the embankment behind Amosta, and he was also looking at this distant area shrouded in mist, dying in a world full of joy and joy, and the relaxed freehand brushwork on the square face carved with several sword marks disappeared. Instead, there was solemnity, and the twinkle in his eyes was anger.

But as powerful as him, it seems that he has nothing to do with this miserable world, and can only sigh faintly.

Amosta turned around and looked at Gryffindor, who gave him an unprecedented shock but turned a blind eye to him, with inexplicable eyes. After a while, he suddenly raised his wand and pointed at Godric Gryffindor Chop hard!