Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 111 The Mirror of Erised

In the second half of the night, the bright moonlight on the plain hit people's heads like a round of powerful searchlights, reflecting the swaying silhouette of every blade of grass very clearly. In the camp, most of the Muggles had already fallen into a deep sleep. However, in front of the few tents, there were still quite a few Muggles getting drunk around the fire.

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

When night fell over the land, the ordinary big rocks in the middle of the railing finally showed some differences.

A thin mist that came from nowhere surrounded them, looming, and Stonehenge exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

In fact, the Muggles have already discovered this anomaly, but after a series of experiments and research, the Muggle scientists have not been able to give a reasonable explanation. In the end, they can only attribute this anomaly to the abnormal geomagnetic field here .

"--This Stonehenge is broken, and the missing stone pillars are the key to opening the ruins. After a long time, we have found a stone pillar, but we still haven't been able to make it up."

In front of the stone gate, Vitia said to Amosta with a little regret. At this time, she was no longer dressed like a Muggle, but changed into a slightly beige sackcloth wizard robe, holding the grape in her hand. The rattan cane, and the green hair floating softly behind him, completely fit Amosta's image of the 'mysterious' profession of priest.

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

"How many times have you failed?"

"I've been in three times—"

Vitia responded lightly, "My teacher has been in Mr. Bryan five times, and the space behind the door is suppressed by ordinary people. Of course, it won't cause too much trouble for a powerful wizard like you. --"

Amosta knew that the "ordinary people" that Vitia referred to were definitely not Muggles, but he was not too worried because he had already made a mental presupposition.

"--Because of incompleteness, when we entered the door, we appeared in a random position. The ancestors of the Druids left a mark in the center of the ruins. I can reach there directly by virtue of the mark, but , Mr. Blaine, you may need to rely on your own strength to reach the center of the island."

Amosta, who noticed the word 'island', nodded undeniably, although this trip was to help Vitia get the 'sacred object' that originally belonged to the Druids, the place where Merlin rests forever. ’, however, figuring out why the 'prophecy' of the ancestor priests of the Druids has something to do with him is also a goal that must be realized.

Prophecy seems to be illusory, but at the same time it follows logic and causality. Amostar will never think that such things happen only because of "unlucky".

"Well, open it, Ms. Corona, I can't wait to see what's inside—"

Amosta shook out her wand from her sleeve, stepped back a few steps and said indifferently, but strangely, Vitia, who heard the order, did not take any action, and instead pointed to the huge stone door in front of the two with her cane.

"Before entering the ruins, we will encounter some obstacles, Mr. Blaine, you need to be mentally prepared."

Before Amosta asked, Vitia, who was staring at the stone gate, explained with trembling eyelashes,
"When the stone pillar returns to its place, this stone gate will become its original appearance, a mirror of Erised. I think you must have heard the rumors about it."

"Mirror of Erised—a mirror that reflects inner desires."

Amosta groaned. Although he was expressionless, it meant that his heart was calm. He was running Occlumency in his mind to hide the astonishment in his heart well.

"The Mirror of Erised has two sides. One side can reflect people's deepest desires, and the other is used as the door of the relic. Only those who dare to look directly at the past that they least want to go back in their hearts are eligible to step into the relic. .”

Amosta frowned imperceptibly, and quietly retrieved the memories in his mind, both about his reluctance to look back on the past, and about the Mirror of Erised.

The existence of the Mirror of Erised is not a mysterious secret. In many books that introduce legendary alchemy items, there are introductions about this magical mirror that can reflect people's hearts. However, it is indeed the first time Amosta heard about it. It is said that the Mirror of Erised has two sides in total, and they are still two sides with completely different effects.

In addition, there is another question, that is why this mysterious ruin that Amosta has not stepped into uses the Mirror of Erised as the door.

Regarding the creator of the Mirror of Erised, there is no fair opinion in the magic world. Even if Vitia told him now that Merlin made the mirror, Amosta would not be too surprised, but regarding the name 'Eris' The origin, I am afraid even many Muggles are familiar with it.

In Greek mythology, Eris is the younger sister of Ares, the god of war, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, the "goddess of dispute and discord". Among the myths about her, the most famous one is " The Golden Apple Controversy'.

Thinking of this, Amosta's eyelids trembled violently. If it wasn't for the emotional disguise of Occlumency, I'm afraid, he might have turned pale with shock.

Island - Golden Apple - Druidism
A few terms flashed across Amosta's mind like lightning and flint, making him guess, and it is even certain that he discovered the truth of the matter.

Ever since Cong learned of the "Place of Merlin's Eternal Rest" from this woman with a mysterious origin, Amosta has only taken it as a joke. Show up, but now, Amosta is not so sure of his judgment.

The central belief of the ancient Druids, the most important island in the legend of King Arthur, the ideal hometown of the holy land in the Muggle Celtic mythology --- the island of Avalon, in addition to the "blessed island" and "blessed island", There is another alias that is easily overlooked, that is - Golden Apple Island!

Could it be that, behind this door, is actually the "Place of Merlin's Eternal Sleep"? !

In just a few breaths, the palms of Amosta's tightly pursed lips were already wet with sweat. He tried hard not to ask Vitia beside him, but his heart was already in a mess!
Vitia was faintly aware of Amosta's strangeness, but she didn't say anything. After looking around vigilantly, she raised her cane and pointed to the boundless night sky. The gorgeous and dazzling holy white light reveals its figure.

Amosta took a deep breath, and let his calm reason rest on his body. He didn't say a word, his nerves were tense, and he concentrated on observing Vitia's movements.

Amosta couldn't help but be so cautious, it was because the Druid Priestess who was bathed in blurred light and shadow beside him was hiding too many secrets in his heart, he had to guard against it!
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