Amosta suddenly looked back, staring at Godric Gryffindor who raised the silver sword and faced the time domain with an incredible gaze, and every cell in his body trembled!

How could it be, was he having auditory hallucinations just now?!

Amosta roamed around with a terrified gaze, skimming the slightly gloomy temple inch by inch, but after several rounds of inspection, he found no clues, and there were no hidden wizards in the dilapidated room other than him and Gryffindor.

"You... Were you just talking to me, Mr. Gryffindor? ”

His voice became disjointed because of his horror.

However, Gryffindor, who had shattered Amosta's worldview, suddenly reverted to his previous appearance, deaf to Amosta's repeated calls, and instead held the hilt of the sword in both hands, holding the silver sword high and not moving, as if observing the time domain in front of him.

"What the hell is going on..."

Amosta gasped and muttered,

"Could it be that Gryffindor was walking with someone thousands of years ago, just talking to the person who traveled with him, but that person's strength is far from Gryffindor, not enough to interfere with the time sequence... No, Gryffindor has never spoken to anyone along the way, it can't be like this..."

Amosta's existing knowledge was no longer able to make him get along with a reasonable explanation, and he looked at Gryffindor's back in a daze, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed.

Swish!

Just when he hesitated, the silver sword in Gryffindor's hand suddenly bloomed with brilliance, and the sharp silver sword body was wrapped in a transparent, water-like form of magic, it was a strange power that Amosta couldn't understand, but after the years, it still gave him a feeling of heartbeat.

For Gryffindor, dealing with this intense turbulence of time was still not an easy task, like a blunt knife cutting meat, or like holding a saw-toothed rust to cut wood, the blade of the sword moving slowly and with difficulty, and the laborious appearance that even Amosta couldn't help but hold his breath!

Either way, Gryffindor did cut a few feet into the twisted and hazy space, and then he stepped into the edge of the area that had been shrouded in time, and once again raised his sword and slashed down.

In Amosta's vision, as soon as Gryffindor stepped into the time domain, the Gryffindor that had existed since entering the secret realm had disappeared, leaving him alone, staring at the suddenly 'flat' area.

"Did Gryffindor appear in the modern wizarding world, or was I unknowingly transported back thousands of years ago?"

Neither scenario is possible, it's just Amosta's wildly astonished speculation.

So, should you follow up or not?

As a 'good Slytherin', this kind of situation is beyond comprehension and full of dangers, and as a 'good Slytherin', it should not be easy to try, but if everything is only about risk, then Amosta might as well stay at Hogwarts and teach under Dumbledore's nose!

The hesitation in Amosta's eyes dissipated, and a sense of determination came out of his lilac eyes, gritting his teeth, standing in the position of Gryffind's multi-talented person, taking a deep breath and stepping into the time domain.

Call!

It was like being thrown from a standstill onto a high-speed train, and the sudden feeling of vertigo almost caused him to fall into the dangerous chaos on both sides.

Gryffindor reappeared in his vision, but it was not a lonely back, but a series of dislocated figures stacked forward in the same state as Amosta had been in when he approached the temple before.

Amosta turned his gaze to the chaotic timing of the abyss, the narrow clearance, and after thinking about it, he lifted the corner of his coat and leaned in, and like the stone, the result of the feedback made him break out in a cold sweat.

As he walked through the barriers, all the outside world was obscured, and every second that passed seemed as long as a whole year, and Amosta did not dare to be careless, because the result of carelessness was to dissolve into powder.

After a long time, Gryffindor disappeared from sight again, and Amosta did not feel nervous, but calmed down his heart, because he deduced that Gryffindor had broken through the barrier of time and entered the inner space.

Waiting for the world to regain its clarity, Amosta, who had suppressed the feeling of fainting, suddenly found that he had passed through the small door shrouded in the time domain and stood in the simple and empty, but magnificent hall of the temple.

He saw Vitia standing at the door of the temple, looking apprehensively in the direction of the swamp that had been shrouded in fog again, and Amosta thought for a moment that it was the movement of her previous battle that had attracted her attention, but she was trapped in the chaotic space and did not dare to leave easily.

Amosta was in the realm of the time barrier, her magic and form were perfectly hidden, and Vitia did not realize that the Amosta she was waiting for had quietly entered the temple, and was only one step away from the 'holy weapon' that the Druids had been thinking about day and night for centuries!

In the center of the circular altar made of gray stone is a strangely shaped scepter, which stands upright, and a constant stream of 'death and decay' is being poured into the earth from the end of its embedded altar, which is the culprit that has turned the once vibrant Druidic shrine, the Way of Avalon, into the current apocalyptic scene of the Peerless Land!

Even though Amosta had never seen it, the moment his eyes fell on it, Amosta knew its name.

The staff of the double serpent, in Greek mythology, was made by the god Hermes, and it is only a few steps away from itself!

Grunt--

As vast as an ocean, but with a hellish aura, Amosta's heart pounded and he swallowed unconsciously.

If there really is an 'artifact' in the wizarding world of Harry Potter, then there is no doubt that the double snake staff must be one of them, his eyes were attracted by the two golden scepters entangled in a golden scepter, the hideous ink python, and he had forgotten to think about why this 'artifact' appeared in Morgan Le Fay's hands inexplicably, and how could it be a 'holy weapon' belonging to the Druid Sect!

"Oh, that's an interesting staff!"

Compared to Amosta's sluggishness, the smiling Gryffindor looked much calmer, and he walked up to the altar and circled around the double serpent staff,

"I think Salazar will like you very much!"

With that, Gryffindor suddenly reached out to the Twin Snake Staff, apparently trying to take it back to his best friend.

But the moment Amosta heard this, his body trembled suddenly.

He stared at the two ink pythons with wide eyes, the more familiar they became, the more they looked at them, the more terrified they became, and in the end, he was almost certain of his discovery—the two things entangled in the golden staff were not pythons at all, but two shrunken basilisks!

Amosta had only dealt with a real basilisk a few months ago, in the Slytherin chambers!

Thinking of the secret room, Amosta suddenly clenched his wand, and his dry lips squirmed,

"Could it be that Slytherin established the Chamber of Secrets in the first place to breed basilisks and study the double snake staff, not to deal with some Muggle-born wizard at all!"









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