"So..."

Standing in front of the arch-shaped water mirror with a circle of golden runes on the edge, Vitia, who waited until the picture was dim and couldn't see anything unusual with her expression, looked back at Amosta, who was looking at her with complicated eyes, and bowed her head slightly,

"I'm waiting for you in the temple in the center of the island, Mr. Bryan."

Without waiting for Amosta to respond, Vitia stepped into the rippling water mirror and completely disappeared into Amosta's magical sense.

Call---

In the middle of the night, the cool evening breeze blew on the plains, and the messy gray hair danced in front of the eyes of Amosta, who was bathed in starlight, but he didn't make the slightest movement, just stared at the gradually wading mirror with a little gloomy eyes, and his heart suddenly began to hesitate about his decision.

The woman was in more trouble than Amosta had imagined, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong that his insistence on unraveling the prophecy and his connection had driven him into the troubled waters.

But in the dark, there seemed to be a voice in his head that kept urging him to enter the world behind the mirror, or he would regret it for the rest of his life, and this almost prophetic intuition was so irresistible that it prevented Amosta from turning around and leaving.

Airplanes--

After a long hesitation, Amosta stood in front of the unknown mirror of Eris, and with the humming sound, the clear water mirror gradually blurred, and after a few seconds, a picture appeared in front of Amosta's eyes, making his brow high.

In the icy world, the snowflakes falling slowly from the gloomy sky and the cold wind outlined by the snowflakes seem to be the only thing moving on the earth, and London, frozen in this cold winter that has not been seen in decades.

A woman in her early twenties, with her tousled hair frozen into lumps, and a scrawny, ragged woman staggering through the streets of the city with swaddling arms in her arms, and it was evident from the desperate emotionless look in her eyes that she had no purpose at all.

The baby, who was less than two days old, struggled to open his eyes wide to the sky, and the cry was more like a whimper before his death.

Amosta stood in front of the Mirror of Eris, silently staring at the flickering light and shadow in the water mirror, and in his heart, the past he thought he had forgotten long ago surged like magma, and in a trance, he seemed to return to the beginning, and the most powerless moment since he came to this world.

"Pathetic--"

With a soft groan dissipated into the wind, Amosta's voice also disappeared into the starry plain...

.........

Instead of the feeling of Phantom Shifter being stuffed into a soft hose, it was more like the feeling of crossing over, he lost his sense of his body, and it was as if he was left with a mind wrapped in bubbles shuttling through the sea of universe at an unimaginable speed.

In this state, time cannot be perceived or measured, and Amosta can only go with the flow, his 'vision' locked on the white ball of light that seems to never be able to be touched in the distance, and his consciousness is gradually lost in the dull whistling sound.

Bite...

As if waking up from a dream, the ethereal and crisp wind chimes that suddenly rang in his ears made Amosta's silent consciousness resurge.

Amosta wandered around, instinctively searching for where the sound was coming from, but there was no human creature to be found in the vast space except for the door behind him.

Suddenly, Amosta seemed to realize something, and he suddenly looked down at his feet, and realized that under his feet was not a solid earth, but a lake as endless as the sea, but this lake had no waves, and was like a mirror.

Amosta frowned, he lifted his toes and touched the water, reflecting his figure on the water, rippling round and round of water, but in just a few breaths, it was back to the same state, and he continued to press the water with his toes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pierce the water.

It was a wonderful thing, he didn't use any magic himself, but he was able to stand on the surface of the lake steadily, and that alone made him feel that this ruin was extraordinary.

Amosta lowered his head and quietly looked at the lake beneath his feet, intending to see through the mystery, but suddenly his expression changed subtly, and what caused him to react was not the mirror-like surface of the lake, but the reflection of himself on the surface of the lake.

No color?!

Amosta's eyes suddenly turned to his right hand holding his wand, and this look made his brow even more furrowed.

This is not an illusion, nor an illusion, the reflection of the water is indeed a real reaction, the self in the vision has indeed lost its color, whether it is the old wizard's robes, the white palm or the pitch-black wand, all turned into a lifeless gray, as if invisibly, there is a mysterious and powerful force that deprives all things of their color!

Suddenly, the whirlpool in Amosta's eyes spun wildly, and powerful and fierce magic poured out of his thin body, and the hurricane formed by the magic power messed up the reflection in the lake, but it did not change this secret realm that had been silent for countless years!

Still, Amosta, who has taken his magic perception to the limit, has made some discoveries.

He walked a distance in a random direction, and then his face was calm and he stopped.

"That's right... The time in which this secret space is located is disturbed by some evil magic, and the flow rate is not uniform, and there are very slight changes..."

Amosta groaned under his breath, looking at the empty world, pursed his lips.

The woman had said outside that she would be waiting for him in the temple in the center of the island, but there was really nothing here, no islands, and no temples in sight.

"Aha, finally in!"

Just as Amosta lowered his eyebrows in contemplation, a hearty laugh suddenly came from somewhere in front of him, causing Amosta's hair to stand on end, and his face was stunned.

Someone followed him into the secret realm, how could it be?!

Amosta looked at it in shock, and found that twenty feet away from the surface of the lake was in the air, and the originally calm space suddenly distorted, and then, a pair of strong and powerful hands poked out directly from the distorted space, he seemed to be penetrating some kind of obstacle, his strong arms continued to struggle, and his body squeezed in here little by little!

Seriously, Amosta has experienced a lot of strange things over the years, but what he has experienced now is more bizarre than any other, and he even forgot to be vigilant, just staring blankly at the gradually complete figure in mid-air.

Bang!

Unlike the crisp sound of Amosta falling on the surface of the lake, the roar of the sturdy figure falling from mid-air to the earth when the soles of its feet collided with the surface of the lake was shocking, and even the surface of the lake that Amosta could not destroy was directly 'bent' by the person, just like a massive celestial body distorted space with its huge gravitational pull!

"How... How can it be... It's ridiculous..."

With a sluggish, ridiculous expression, Amosta stared at the side face of the middle-aged wizard fifty feet away from him, dressed in a retro wizard's robe, with shoulder-length fiery hair, who seemed to have not been suppressed by the mysterious power of the space, and let out a low roar of disbelief,

Amosta knew this powerful wizard, he had seen him in many magic books, biographies, paintings, and, not only him, but wizards all over the world, I am afraid that there would be no one who did not know this man!

"Godric Gryffindor ???"



















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