Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 113 Colorless Realm

"So."

Standing in front of the arch-shaped water mirror dotted with a circle of golden runes on the edge, Vitia, who could not see any abnormal expression when the picture dimmed, looked back at Amosta who was sizing herself up with complicated eyes. slightly jaw,

"I am waiting for you at the temple in the center of the island, Mr. Blaine."

After all, without waiting for Amosta's response, Vitia stepped into the rippling water mirror and completely disappeared in Amosta's magic induction.

call---
In the middle of the night, the cool evening wind blew across the plain, and the messy gray hair fluttered in front of the eyes of Amosta, who was bathed in the starlight. However, he didn't move at all, but stared at the mirror surface with some dark eyes. In his heart, Suddenly he began to hesitate in his decision.

The troubles on this woman are bigger than Amosta imagined, and he doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to step into this muddy water driven by his insistence on unraveling the connection between the prophecy and himself.

But in the dark, there seems to be some kind of voice in his mind that keeps urging him to enter the world behind the mirror, otherwise, he will regret it for the rest of his life. This almost prophetic intuition is so irresistible. Thinking of Amosta wanting to turn around and leave.

hum--
After hesitating for a long time, Amosta still stood in front of the unknown Mirror of Erised. With the buzzing sound, the clear water mirror gradually blurred. A few seconds later, a picture appeared on Amo In front of Star, his eyebrows were raised high.

In the icy world, the snowflakes falling slowly from the gloomy sky and the biting cold wind outlined by the snowflakes seem to be the only moving things on the ground. London is frozen in the cold winter that has been rare in decades.

A scrawny, ragged woman in her early 20s, with matted hair frozen into clumps, staggers through city street after street with a swaddling baby in her arms, as seen in her desperately emotionless eyes. It turns out that she has no purpose at all.

The baby who was born in the swaddle for less than two days struggled to open his eyes wide and looked up at the sky, and the cry was more like a whimper before dying.

Amosta stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, silently staring at the swaying light and shadow in the water mirror. In his heart, the past that he thought he had forgotten surged up like magma. In a trance, he seemed to return to the place where he came to The first and most powerless moment in this world.

"sad--"

With a soft moan dissipated in the wind, Amostar's voice also disappeared in this starry plain.
It was different from the apparition feeling of being stuffed into a soft rubber tube. Instead, it was more like the feeling of time travel. He lost his sense of the body, leaving only a mass of thoughts wrapped in air bubbles. Traveling through the ocean of space at an unimaginable speed.

In this state, time cannot be perceived or measured, and Amosta can only drift with the current. His "horizon" is locked on the white light group in the extreme distance that seems never to be touched, and his consciousness is gradually lost in the boring world. In the whistling sound.

Ding.
As if waking up from a dream, the ethereal and crisp sound of wind chimes suddenly rang in the ears, causing Amosta's silent consciousness to resurgence.

Amosta looked around, instinctively looking for where the sound came from just now, but, except for the door behind him, he couldn't find any human creations in this boundless space.

Suddenly, Amosta seemed to feel something. He suddenly looked down at his feet, only to realize that his feet were not solid ground, but an endless lake like the sea. Like a mirror.

Amosta frowned, he raised his toes and touched the water surface, reflecting his figure on the water surface without any leaks, rippling round after round, but only after a few breaths, he returned to the original state, he Continue to press the water with your toes, but no matter how hard you try, you can't pierce the water.

This is really a wonderful thing, he does not use any magic, but can stand steadily on the lake, just this, let him feel the extraordinaryness of this ruin.

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

have no color? !
Amosta's eyes turned suddenly, and he looked at the right hand that was holding the wand tightly, and this look made him frown even more.

This is not an illusion, nor is it an illusion. The reflection on the water surface is indeed a real reflection, and the self in the vision has indeed lost its color. Whether it is the old wizard robe, the white palm or the black magic wand, all have become lifeless It seems that there is a mysterious and powerful force that deprives everything of its color in the invisible!
Suddenly, the vortex in Amosta's eyes twirled crazily, and the tyrannical and fierce magic power poured out from his thin body in an endless stream. The hurricane formed by the magic power messed up the reflection in the lake, but it didn't This secret realm that has been silent for countless years has changed in the slightest!

However, Amosta, who raised his magic perception to the limit, still made some discoveries.

He chose a direction at random and walked for a distance, then his face was serious and he stopped.

"That's right. The time in this secret realm space is being disrupted by some kind of evil magic power. The flow rate is not uniform and changes very slightly."

After Amosta pondered in a low voice, he looked at the empty world and pursed his lips tightly.

The woman Vitia said outside that she would wait for him in the temple in the center of the island, but there was clearly nothing here, neither an island nor a temple.

"Aha, finally came in!"

Just when Amosta lowered his brows in thought, a hearty laugh suddenly came from somewhere in front of him, making Amosta's hair stand on end, and his face showed astonishment.

Someone followed him into the secret realm, how could it be possible? !
Amosta suppressed the shock and looked intently, and found that the originally calm space was suddenly distorted in the mid-air twenty feet from the lake, and then, a pair of strong and powerful hands protruded directly from the distorted space, and he seemed to be passing through the space. Through some kind of obstacle, the strong arm struggled continuously, and the body squeezed in here bit by bit!

To be honest, Amosta has experienced many strange things in recent years, but what he experienced right now is more bizarre than any of them. He even forgot to be vigilant, just staring blankly at the Tao gradually completes his figure.

Boom!

Different from the crisp sound that Amosta made when he landed on the lake, the roar of the sturdy figure that fell from mid-air to the ground when it hit the lake surface was shocking, even the lake surface that Amosta could not destroy Being directly 'bent' by that person is like a massive celestial body distorting the space with its own huge gravity!
"How...how could it be too ridiculous"

Amosta stared at the man fifty feet away from him with a dull and ridiculous expression. He was wearing a retro-style wizard robe and had shoulder-length fiery red hair. He didn't seem to have received the mysterious power in the space. The side face of the suppressed middle-aged wizard let out an unbelievable growl,

Amosta knew this powerful wizard. He had seen him in many magic books, biographies, and oil paintings. Moreover, not only him, but all wizards in the world probably knew this man!
"Godric Gryffindor???"



















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