章 109: 0109 Confusion
Hoo–
In the gray and desolate world, two figures, one red and one gray, soared in the high sky, like two meteors, streaking from the earth to the sky. They left behind a trail of light that contrasted with the gloomy surroundings.
"Mr. Gryffindor!"
Bryan's loud call overpowered the whistling wind in his ears, but the red-haired man seemed oblivious, his eyes only fixed on the island floating in the sky. He had a determined and solemn expression on his face, as if nothing else mattered to him at this moment.
Bryan closed his mouth, the cold and sharp wind made him slightly detached from the absurd fact that Godric Gryffindor appeared alive in front of him, and his brain finally began to work again.
Gryffindor was not deaf and blind, he was right next to him, shouting several times in a row, how could he not even glance at him, even if he was as weak as a bug in Gryffindor's eyes, he would not ignore him so much.
What state was Gryffindor in? Did he really exist?
Bryan soon had no energy to think about this question, when he flew over a certain boundary, Bryan's face changed abruptly, and he almost turned back into human form from the shadow state. He felt a surge of nausea and dizziness that made him want to vomit.
The magic overflowing with strong death and decay made the space viscous, Bryan felt like a stunt diver, suddenly hitting the water surface from high altitude, that nauseating and irresistible magic did not make him faint. He clenched his teeth and endured the pain that seemed to tear his soul apart.
At this time, riding on the lion patronus, Gryffindor who was leisurely and comfortable also looked slightly solemn, he raised his silver sword again, slashing at the void in front of him one after another.
There was no gorgeous spell light flashing, but with his slashing, the dark space became much clearer, like the floating turbidity on the water surface was cut open, revealing a crack-like, much clearer lake surface, and behind him, Bryan who had a faint sense of suffocation breathed a sigh of relief, he did not dare to be careless, closely following Gryffindor's cut 'clean' lake surface flying.
This was too strange, wasn't it?
Bryan did not have much in-depth understanding of the Druid sect, but he at least knew that this sect was advocating nature, from Cliodna's body, he could feel a natural freshness and magic full of vitality.
But as the ancient Druid sect's land of faith, the legendary Avalon Island that appeared in myths and legends why would be shrouded by such strong and unpleasant death and decay?
What secrets were hidden in Merlin's ruins that Cliodna mentioned? Could it be that Merlin had 'turned into a corpse'?
As they flew rapidly in the high sky, the black dot in their sight also enlarged quickly. Ten minutes later, Bryan could clearly see the outline of Avalon Island. He also finally understood why this island had the nickname of 'Apple Island', because from below it looked like a huge island with a peculiar shape similar to an apple. It had a round body and a protruding stem on top. It was covered with lush green trees and flowers that contrasted with the barren land below.
A huge island that floated in the high sky under an unimaginable force. It defied gravity and logic. It was a miracle of magic that Bryan had never seen before. This scene, Bryan could be sure that he would never forget it for life.
In a trance, he remembered many years ago when Professor Snape came to his orphanage where he lived. He showed him magic in the dormitory. It was just a simple transfiguration spell that overturned Bryan's perception of the world and shattered his worldview.
And now, Bryan once again faced that state of mind. He felt awe and wonder mixed with fear and anxiety. He felt like he was entering a realm that he did not belong to. A realm that was beyond his comprehension and control.
"Incredible. How did they do it–"
Bryan looked at the island above with a magical perspective. He had an illusion that one of his feet was still in the magical world. And another foot had stepped into the illusory myth!
Of course. If he just looked at this magical masterpiece from an observer's perspective. It would undoubtedly make Bryan feel amazed and appreciated. But when he thought that he might have an unclear relationship with such a great relic. Bryan's heart sank.
He seemed to feel that invisibly. There was a terrible hand dragging him into the mud. Wanting to swallow him up. Or more accurately, He had been in the quagmire for a long time. But now. The monster lurking in the quagmire finally stretched out its hideous claws to him!
Hoo la–
A sudden dizziness came without warning. The world in front of Bryan shook violently. The powerful magic field around him also underwent some violent changes. In an instant. He was forced out of the shadow state by this turbulent magic environment and showed his original form. He felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone had stabbed his brain with a needle.
The world turned abruptly!
The original island above. The behemoth-like island suddenly moved to the bottom of his feet. And the boundless lake that he stepped on when he entered this magical relic suddenly appeared above his head. Becoming another piece of pure sky. It was a bizarre and surreal sight that made Bryan doubt his own senses.
Gryffindor seemed to have expected this change, he just curled his lips and said "interesting", and then grabbed the lion's fiery red mane with his left hand and took the lead in rushing towards the island below, he looked calm and confident, as if he had seen through the secrets of this world.
But Bryan encountered a lot of trouble. The chaotic magic field. The strong and evil magic around him that suddenly increased several times had a great suppression on him. He fell freely in mid-air like a free fall. He threw out several spells in a row to stop his body from falling. But they all ended in failure with the sparks from the tip of his wand! He felt helpless and desperate, as if he was falling into an abyss.
Ridiculous. Was he going to fall to death here?!
Bryan clenched his teeth. Looked at the ground below. Countless gray smoke rising from the bones of various magical animals that had fallen down. His eyes were hateful. He resisted the panic. And suddenly shook his wand again.
Under Bryan's body. The dead air suddenly became windy. The head-on hurricane constantly weakened the downward momentum. Finally, when he was still ten feet away from the ground, Bryan regained control of his body and fell into the mud with a thud.
It was not until a few seconds later that Bryan, who had a wooden head, stood up from the mud. He just glanced at the scene in front of him, and was about to raise his wand to remove the mud, but his movement froze.
Bryan had never seen the end of the world, but he believed that if there really was a day when the end of the world came, the world's end would be nothing more than the scene in front of him!
This place seemed to be a lush forest before, but now it was a graveyard of life.
Those towering trees that used to reach the sky had all broken and lay horizontally under the water, leaving only some sparse and charred wood standing crookedly in the endless swamp. In front of him, countless gray smoke rose from those fallen bones of various magical animals. In his ears, filled with faint ghostly howls.
Everything in sight was obscure and incomprehensible, like the day and night transition in rainy weather, full of death and ominous magic. Invisibly, this suppressed Bryan's mood, making him feel despair uncontrollably.
And in this extremely horrible picture, Bryan's heart strangely rose a trace of enlightenment, he vaguely felt that the culprit that caused this scene was probably the legendary magical item that Cliodna wanted to take out from this island.
'With its power, maybe we can have a peaceful place to live.'
Bryan's mind suddenly recalled what Cliodna had said to him before, he was quite skeptical at that time, but now he did not dare to have any contempt.
"Several generations of Druid priests have entered this world many times, trying to take it out but have failed, but the divination result is that probably only I could take out that item."
Bryan pursed his lips, his eyes drooping, whispered softly, feeling uneasy in his heart, because what was happening to him now seemed to touch on the most unknown mystery of the magical Harry Potter world.
Gryffindor stood on the bank behind Bryan and looked at this world where death was singing and dancing with anger in his eyes.
But as powerful as he was, he seemed helpless against this world of misery, he could only sigh softly. He felt pity and sorrow for the lost lives and beauty of this land. He wondered what had happened here and who had done such a terrible thing.
Bryan turned around and looked at Gryffindor who brought him an unprecedented shock but ignored him with an inexplicable look. After a while, he suddenly raised his wand and shot a spell fiercely at Godric Gryffindor.
Author's Note: I have been sick since yesterday, I have the draft chapters ready but the update time may be few hours early or late.
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章 110: 0110 Doubts & Answers
Whoosh–
A cracked branch, covered with slimy algae and rotten leaves, floated up from the murky water. Bryan seized the opportunity and swung his arm with all his strength, hurling the branch towards the figure standing on the shore.
The branch suddenly cut through the space filled with the breath of death, and went straight for Godric Gryffindor's foot!
Swoosh– The branch pierced through his foot like a spear and nailed it firmly into the muddy ground, but there was no trace of blood or pain left on his face.
"So it's still an illusion after all."
Looking at the trembling branch and Gryffindor, who had no change in his expression, Bryan breathed a sigh of relief. It was not an easy decision to make to test one of the four founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor, with his own hands. It required a lot of courage and curiosity.
Bryan stared quietly at this illusion that was flawless and almost indistinguishable from reality. His heart was still filled with confusion and wonder. He could not find any similar precedent in any magic book, and no one could tell him what was happening. He had to rely on his own wisdom to guess; apart from that he had no other way.
"Without a doubt, Godric Gryffindor had visited this secret place in the long years between. His traces were recorded by the chaotic time sequence of this place, and appeared in front of me as an illusion–" Bryan narrowed his eyes; his penetrating gaze seemed to see through the secrets left by time. He murmured in a voice that only he could hear,
"Then what was the effect of Gryffindor slashing his sword in mid-air before?" Bryan wondered. "I get it, I exist between his exploration tracks of this place. Those 'clean cracks' were created by Gryffindor thousands of years ago. What a formidable wizard."
If it were Bryan himself, he might not be able to make the effect of a spell last for thousands of years. Those spells that involved 'rules' and could run on their own by integrating with nature could indeed last for a long time, but that was outside. The magic environment here was so strange that no spell could withstand its erosion.
"Then, did the previous generations of priests of the Druid sect also see Gryffindor's illusion, or did they not?"
This question, Bryan could not answer for the time being, but he had a vague feeling that perhaps Cliodna and her predecessors had never seen Gryffindor's traces. Otherwise, they would have gone to Hogwarts for help long ago.
"But why such a coincidence?"
All coincidences are intentional. Bryan did not believe that it was just a simple coincidence that Gryffindor's illusion appeared in front of him as soon as he entered this secret place. Then, what exactly triggered this phenomenon?
Suddenly, Bryan frowned and thought of a possibility.
"I had a burst of magic on the lake surface before. After that, Gryffindor appeared. Is he waiting for me?!"
Although he had roughly figured out the state of Gryffindor in front of him, there were still many doubts. Why did Gryffindor look for Avalon Island? What he muttered in his mouth - 'the stone pillars that Rowena found, Helga's prophecy'. The four founders seemed to be planning something very important thousands of years ago.
In addition, this island was supposed to be a holy land of the Druid sect that revered life, but it was a scene of doom. And it was called 'the place where Merlin rests forever' by Cliodna. The results of the divination by Druid's previous generation priests. Everything seemed to have something to do with him.
While Bryan was thinking, Gryffindor, who was looking around with keen interest, seemed to have found something. He waved his hand and dispersed his silver lion patronus, which roared loudly before fading away. He turned around and walked briskly in one direction along the shore.
Bryan did not dare to neglect and quickly got out of the mud on the shore and followed behind Gryffindor's illusion.
The two walked along the shore for about two minutes. Then, a simple but well-made oak boat appeared in Bryan's sight.
It was tied to a wooden stake by a rope and swayed gently on the water. There were some dried leaves and twigs on it, indicating that it had been here for a long time.
At this point, Bryan had no doubt that this sky island he was on was indeed the mythical Avalon Island. He had read both muggle and wizard books that had clear records of Avalon's features. It was an island surrounded by swamps, forests and fog. And the only way to reach the center of the island was by boat.
For a legendary wizard like Godric Gryffindor, the evil magic that permeated death and decay on this island could not pose much of a threat to him. He could easily fly over the swamp under the fog with his patronus just now and go directly to the center of the island. But he chose not to do so.
After entering the island, Gryffindor became silent. He stared at the island with deep and solemn eyes. In his eyes, it seemed that he was brewing some kind of determination or resolution.
With a neat and agile leap, Gryffindor stepped onto the boat, but the draft of the oak boat did not change at all. Even the narrow hull did not sway at all.
But when Bryan jumped on the boat, the hull suddenly sank by two feet.
Bryan's eyes moved slightly. This phenomenon once again confirmed Bryan's guess. The Gryffindor who appeared here was not his real body, but an illusion created by the chaotic time sequence of this secret place.
Judging from the size, this boat seemed to be able to stand only one person. He stood in the center of the cabin and Bryan could only squat in the stern with his body half bent.
Of course, Gryffindor's current form was worse than a ghost. Bryan could directly pass through his body and sit more comfortably. But out of caution, and respect for Godric Gryffindor himself, Bryan did not choose to do so.
He looked at Gryffindor's back with a respectful and curious look in his eyes.
A few months ago, when Bryan was still teaching at Hogwarts, he had talked to Potter and Granger about his mysterious purple eyes one night. When he said that he had been thinking about how to fight against a wizard like Dumbledore since he was a teenager, the two little guys were shocked and incredulous.
They probably thought it was something impossible to do.
And Bryan thought that any powerful legend would be surpassed by later generations.
At this moment, Bryan still thought that this idea was correct.
But for the four founders of Hogwarts, he had to admit that they were in a different league.
From the tip of the iceberg that Gryffindor had just shown, to be honest, Bryan had no idea how to match such a powerful wizard who could affect time and space with his magic.
Sensing that someone had entered the cabin, the oak boat automatically sailed into the center of the swamp, smoothly without any waves, as if sailing on ice.
Meanwhile, Bryan also became like Gryffindor, attracted by the scenery in the swamp.
He saw many bones of magical creatures lying in the shallow water and frozen in mid-air by the fog.
Bryan was not an expert on magical creatures, but he had seen a lot of them. He could vaguely recognize that there were many kinds of bones, such as three-headed dogs with sharp fangs, dragons with scorched scales, unicorns with broken horns, hippogrifs with torn wings, goblins with twisted faces.
Many magical creatures were natural enemies, but they lived here peacefully thousands of years ago.
But now, they were all deprived of their lives by the evil magic on the island.
At this moment, a huge humanoid skeleton gradually emerged from the faint fog.
This skeleton seemed to belong to a giant, but it was much larger than any giant Bryan had ever seen or heard of.
The giants in the magical world today were only about twenty feet tall, but this skeleton was as tall as the newly built six-story dormitory building in the orphanage!
Silently, Bryan opened his mouth wide as he looked at the skeleton that towered over him like a mountain…
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