In the second half of the night, the bright moonlight on the plains hit people's heads like a high-powered searchlight, reflecting the silhouette of each grass swaying very clearly, and most of the Muggles in the camps had fallen asleep, but in front of the few tents, there were still many Muggles drunk around the fire.

In the scenic park, several night patrol staff curled up in the sentry box and slept soundly, and in order to avoid accidents, Amosta cautiously made up a stun spell for each of them, to ensure that they would not be awakened by urine and break their movements.

When night covered the ground, the unremarkable stones in the middle of the railing finally showed something different.

A thin mist from nowhere surrounded them, looming Stonehenge exuding wisps of mystery.

In fact, this anomaly has been discovered by Muggles for a long time, but after a series of experiments and research, Muggle scientists have never been able to come up with a reasonable explanation, and in the end, they can only blame the anomalous geomagnetic field of this anomaly.

"--This Stonehenge is broken, and the missing pillars are the key to unlocking the ruins, and for a long time, we have found a stone pillar, but we still can't fill it..."

In front of the stone gate, Vitia said to Amosta with a slight regret, at this time, she was no longer dressed as a Muggle, but changed into a slightly beige linen wizard's robe, holding the vine cane in her hand, and her turquoise hair fluttered softly behind her, which was completely in line with Amosta's reflection of the 'mysterious' profession of sacrifice.

Amosta's palm was attached to the pillar of the 'door', quietly feeling the unnatural warmth coming from the palm, and after a while, he didn't ask how to open the 'door', but turned his head and stared at Vitia, who seemed to have no mood swings at any time, and asked casually,

"How many times have you failed?"

"I've been in three times--"

Vitia replied lightly, "My teacher has been in five times... Mr. Blaine, there is a suppression in the space behind the door that is difficult for ordinary people to resist, and of course, it won't bother a powerful wizard like you--"

Amosta knew that the 'ordinary people' in Vitia's mouth were definitely not Muggles, but he was not too worried about it.

"--Because of the incomplete geography, when we enter the door, the position where we appear is also random and uncertain... The early priests of the Druids have left a mark in the center of the ruins, and I can get there directly with the marker, but, Mr. Blaine, you may need to reach the center of the island on your own. ”

Amosta, who noticed the word 'island', nodded nondeniably, although this trip was to help Vitia get the 'holy relics' that she said about Merlin's eternal rest, which originally belonged to the Druids, but it was also necessary to find out why the 'prophecy' of the Druids' ancestors had something to do with herself.

Prophecy may seem like an ethereal thing, but at the same time, it follows logic and cause and effect, and Amosta would never think that it was only because of 'bad luck' that such a thing would happen.

"So, open it, Ms. Cleona, I can't wait to see what's inside--"

Amosta shook out his wand from his sleeve, took a few steps back and said coldly, but strangely, Vitia, who heard the command, did not act, but pointed at the huge stone door in front of them with her staff.

"We'll have some obstacles before we get into the ruins, Mr. Blaine, and you'll need to be mentally prepared."

Before Amosta could ask, Vitia, who was staring at the stone door, fluttered her eyelashes and explained,

"When the pillar is in place, the gate will change to its original form, a mirror of Eris, I think you've heard rumors of it." ŴŴŴ.

"The Mirror of Eris - the mirror that reflects the desires of the heart."

Amosta groaned with his jaw, although his face was expressionless, but it meant that his heart was also undisturbed, and he was running a brain occlusion technique in his mind, hiding the confusion in his heart well.

"There are two sides to the Mirror of Eris, one that reflects the deepest desires of the heart, and the other that serves as a relic... Only those who dare to look directly at the past that they are most reluctant to go back to are qualified to step into the ruins. ”

Amosta's brow moved imperceptibly, silently retrieving memories in his mind, both about his reluctance to look back and about the Mirror of Eris.

The existence of the Mirror of Eris is not a mysterious, and in many books about legendary alchemy items, there are descriptions of this magical mirror that can reflect people's hearts, but it is the first time that Amosta has heard that there are two sides of the Mirror of Eris, and they are two sides with completely different effects.

In addition, there is the question of why this mysterious ruin that Amosta has not yet set foot in uses the Mirror of Eris as a door.

There is no consensus in the wizarding world about the creator of the Mirror of Eris, and even if Vitia now tells him that Merlin made the mirror, Amosta wouldn't be too surprised, but the origin of the name 'Eris' is probably familiar to many Muggles.

In Greek mythology, Eris is the sister of Ares, the god of war, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, the queen of heaven, and the "goddess of discord", and the most famous mythological story about her is the "dispute over the golden apple".

Thinking of this, Amosta's eyelids twitched violently, if it weren't for the emotional disguise of the Occlumency, I'm afraid, he might have been shocked.

Island - Golden Apple - Druidism

A few nouns flashed through Amosta's mind, and he guessed, and even certainly, he had discovered the truth.

Ever since Cong, a woman of mysterious origin, learned about the 'Merlin's Eternal Resting Place', Amosta has only taken this as a joke, and in the modern wizarding world, Merlin, who has almost become a mythical figure, how could his sleeping place easily appear, but now, Amosta is not so sure of his judgment.

The central belief of Gudruidism, the most important island in Arthurian legend, the ideal home of the holy land in Muggle-Celtic mythology--- the island of Avalon, in addition to the 'Island of Blessing' and the 'Island of God Blessed', there is also an extremely easy to overlook alias, that is - the island of the golden apple!

Could it be that behind this door, there is really 'Merlin's Eternal Sleep'?!

In just a few breaths, Amosta's palm, who pursed his lips, was already drenched with sweat, and he couldn't bear to ask Vitia beside him, but his heart was already a mess!

Vitia was vaguely aware of Amosta's strangeness, but she didn't say anything, and after glancing around warily, she raised her staff and pointed at the endless night sky, a stone pillar that exuded the smell of antiquity and time revealed itself in a dazzling white light.

Amosta took a deep breath and let his calm reason regain his body, and he didn't say a word, his nerves tensed, and he watched Vitia intently.

It was impossible for Amosta not to be so cautious, it was really the Druidic priest beside him who was bathed in blurred light and shadow that there were too many secrets hidden in his heart, and he had to guard against it!

PS: Next, I'm going to write the second line, and I ask for your encouragement and support!















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