The Return to Hogwarts

The 'lanterns' swayed more and more frequently, and hundreds of dim yellow orbs of light emitted a mysterious magic. Amosta vaguely sensed something was wrong, because he felt an extremely strong allure from the magic. Just as he was about to forcibly 'break' his gaze and withdraw his body, the orbs of light suddenly shone brightly as if stimulated by something. Caught off guard, Amosta felt dizzy and lost his balance, falling directly into the lake.

Rumble!

Like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, the once calm lake surface and the mist on it began to boil and churn like boiling water, and the world suddenly trembled!

What a disgrace!

The instant he lost his balance, Amosta knew he had been tricked. At the same time, he also guessed what those 'lanterns' were. They were a group of Hinkpunks who liked to live in swamps to confuse wizards. Because of their special state between illusion and reality, they had escaped death by chance and had unexpectedly grown several times larger under the influence of the magic that contained death and decay.

As a wizard of considerable skill, Amosta was equally agile. From falling into the water to flipping back onto the boat, it took him less than three seconds. However, the shaking world still could not calm down and instead became more and more violent!

"Mr. Gryffindor--"

Amosta looked at the churning skeletons around him and said, with a bittersweet expression,

"Do you have a way to make this boat go faster? I think I've gotten myself into some trouble!"

Godric Gryffindor was oblivious to the skeletons around him, who were in eternal slumber but awakened by Amostella's provocation. This was to be expected, as he did not exist in the present timeline and could not offer Amostella any help whatsoever!

Wow!

A sudden gust of wind swept through the world in eternal annihilation, causing towering waves to rise over the shallow lake. The surrounding mist also quickly dissipated in the strong wind. In addition to the skeletons of the three-headed dog, fire dragon, and pegasus, the massive skeleton resembling a Titan that had been seen earlier also stood up completely, its empty eye sockets precisely aimed at Amosta. It was self-evident what this army of the undead was going to do next.

"If Thanatos saw you, he'd probably drool with envy."

Amosta suppressed his fear with a joke, the endless stream of magic surging from his body causing his wizard robes to billow, and his light brown pupils shooting out a solemn and sharp gaze.

Roar!

The skeletal giant roared deafeningly, and surging waves of wind, carrying ominous magic, crashed down, even corrupting the 'pure land' created by Gryffindor. Amostra was once again suppressed by the overwhelming aura of death that filled the place.

A fire dragon roared down from mid-air, and the three-headed dog shook its ferocious head, baring its teeth as it ran wildly on the crest of the wave. In an instant, Amosta was surrounded!

Just as the leading skeletal fire dragon approached within a hundred feet of the oak ship, Amosta swung his wand dramatically. With a sharp screech, a giant serpent rose from the rolling waves, its massive tail lashing out and smashing the 'smaller' fire dragons and three-headed dogs into bone fragments, which scattered across the sky.

In the sparse scorched forest, two enormous figures stared at each other from a negligible distance, surrounded by an indescribable sense of menace!

boom!

A powerful shockwave, like a meteor striking the earth, swept in, overturning everything in sight.

The skeletal giant's massive, mountain-like hand gripped the head of the water serpent that Amosta had conjured. The incredibly hard bones snapped shut, crushing the serpent's head with a crack.

Amosta's expression remained unchanged. He continued to twirl his wand, and the water droplets that had splashed in mid-air regrouped into the head of the water serpent. At the same time, the massive serpent's body rose up and enveloped the skeletal giant's body, strangling it with all its might!

call---

The sight of two epic and powerful magical creations clashing in the most direct way is an unparalleled shock to the soul. Amosta stood inside the white barrier protecting the oak ship, his gray hair flying wildly and his cheeks flushed. An unprecedented sense of excitement was cleansing his soul!

"Let me see what you've got, big guy!"

Amostah's eyes lit up, and he let out an excited roar. Immediately, demonic fire surged wildly from the tip of his ebony wand, igniting the lake water and turning the gray sky gold.

In the blink of an eye, another giant golden flame python, the size of a mountain range, descended upon the world, its roar causing ripples in the air.

Two colossal serpents, like giant pythons of the mortal world, wrapped their heads around the arms of the skeletal giant, their bodies coiled around the massive skeleton, contracting with all their might. The rumbling sounds, like the earth collapsing, were deafening, and the clanging of steel twisting echoed through the air, shaking the very soul!

The skeletal giant roared repeatedly, but no matter how many times it crushed the heads of the water and fire serpents, Amosta would immediately repair them and continue fighting. To be honest, since his time at Hogwarts and his battle with the dark witch in the Forbidden Forest, this was the first time Amosta had displayed his full strength in such a brutal manner.

The small boat continued its journey, and in the distance, the vague outline of a magnificent temple finally came into view.

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Chapter 118 Temples and Murals

Glug, glug, glug--

After a devastating war that ravaged the land, the world was in ruins. Amosta jumped off the oak ship, stood on the shore, wiped the sweat from his brow, took out several bottles of magic potions and drank them voraciously. After swallowing the precious potions worth several thousand Galleons, Amosta smacked his lips, looking as if he hadn't had enough.

The moment he set foot on the land, the skeletons that were still moving in the swamp immediately went into hibernation, like a trial that Amosta passed with his strength.

Clang—whoosh.

He casually tossed aside a few bottles, looked at the swamp that had been almost completely plowed, and let out a sigh of relief. However, when he discovered the amount of magic power he had left in his body and eyes, he gave a wry smile.

"It was definitely exhilarating, but I just hope I don't foresee any more trouble coming up."

As he spoke, Amosta kicked a hideous one-legged creature lying at his feet, bound by magical ropes, making it grimace in pain.

These Hinkpunks, 'nourished' by the island's dense evil magic, have already developed physical bodies. This situation is quite special and rare, so Amosta casually picked one out that hadn't been affected by the battle earlier, intending to take it out for further study.

After carefully storing the special Hinkpunk, Amostella turned around and saw that, in the time it had taken, Gryffindor had already walked up a gentle slope along a path overgrown with withered thorns and was standing on the high ground, looking at the temple not far away.

Seeing this, Amosta didn't dare to delay and jogged after him. Although it was just a phantom recorded by the chaotic timeline and magic, Amosta always felt inexplicably at ease following him. It seemed that Godric Gryffindor was such a 'safe' man.

At the heart of the island, a massive, magnificent temple, steeped in history, stands silently, its age unknown.

Gazing at the temple, Amosta's eyelashes trembled, and a hint of doubt appeared on her face.

Located on the steps, the rectangular temple is built entirely of clean white marble. Supporting this massive building are nearly a hundred giant marble columns. The walls, which form the main structure, are dilapidated, with many places even having collapsed and large holes.

This is a typical ancient Greek-style temple, and that is precisely the source of Amosta's confusion.

As the holy site of the ancient Druids, the legendary and mysterious island of Avalon, how could a Greek temple appear out of nowhere? It's as bizarre as the castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry turning into a Chinese-style palace. It's simply incomprehensible. Amostella thought he would see a wooden palace built on a huge oak tree!

Is Clona there?

Amosta's gaze swept past Gryffindor's muscular frame as he looked toward the temple, vaguely sensing the location of her magic. After a brief moment of thought, Amosta waved his wand to conceal his presence and hide his form. He wanted to explore the temple with Gryffindor before meeting Vitia.

Surprisingly, the aura of decay and death permeating the space surrounding the temple at the center of the island was not as strong as Amosta had expected; it seemed that some strange force was suppressing death.

The two started walking again, but after walking for a short while, Amosta suddenly stopped and looked ahead with a solemn expression. In his field of vision, many overlapping figures suddenly appeared in front of him, and Amosta recognized these figures because they were his own backs.

"--The chaos of time here has suddenly increased many levels. Hmm, it must be caused by two powerful magical forces counteracting and interfering with each other. Tsk tsk, an unheard-of spectacle--"

Amosta started walking again, but as she got closer to the temple, strange phenomena began to occur once more.

Gryffindor was unaffected; his path toward the temple was a straight line. However, Amosta, who was following behind him, seemed to be constantly using Apparition. One second he was behind Gryffindor, and the next he would teleport to a position further ahead. Then, he would 'float' above Gryffindor's head.

Without much thought, Amosta knew that this space was distorted and displaced. Fortunately, this displacement was still continuous. If there were spatial breaks, Amosta would likely find his foot cut in two with just one step.

The many bizarre phenomena caused by the magic here could be studied individually and could certainly produce several papers that would shake the magical world. But having seen so many, Amosta's nerves have become tough. After all, this is the 'land of myths'.

Instead of heading towards the steps leading to the temple entrance, Gryffindor stood before a large, collapsed hole in the side wall of the temple, gazing into the space inside.

Amosta also 'struggled' to his side. After glancing at the temple a few times, he was not amazed by the magnificent temple supported by the spectacular stone pillars. Instead, he frowned at the dilapidated, jagged corners of the walls.

He left Gryffindor behind, walked over alone, squatted down on the ground, and dug at the soft soil with his palms, soon creating a small pit.

"Sure enough, this temple wasn't originally located on Avalon Island; rather, the entire temple was forcibly removed and moved here—"

If such a magnificent and massive building truly belonged to the island of Avalon, then the builders could not have built it without even laying a foundation. In addition, given the broken corners of the walls around the temple where it meets the ground, Amosta can now confirm that this temple was moved from elsewhere.

Is this still the wizarding world of Harry Potter?

Amosta shook his head, his face grave.

If Avalon Island is truly, as Vitia says, the legendary resting place of Merlin, then without a doubt, the temple before us, the many strange phenomena on the island, and even the island floating in the sky, are all Merlin's work.

"Has Merlin already ascended to godhood? What were the limits of the abilities of wizards in that era?"

Amosta's eyes were filled with disbelief. Living in the modern magical world, he simply could not imagine the grand scene of ancient times when wizards looked down on the earth and were worshipped as gods by Muggles!

"A break has occurred in the magic system; some extremely important events have been forgotten or deliberately erased—"

Amosta murmured to himself, his conjecture prompted not only by the sights he had witnessed along the way, but also by Gryffindor's unintentional remark—'The world is still whole, a magnificent magical age awaits!'

Looking at the breathtaking scenery before him, Amosta suddenly thought of the things Voldemort had done when he was active, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness.

He was obsessed with power; obsessed with the awe of others; obsessed with immortality; no wonder that despite his immense strength, Albus Dumbledore always treated him with contempt.

Voldemort did make a great effort to ensure his survival, but those efforts were merely copying others; his path to magic had long been severed.

Amos Tower suppressed his contempt for Voldemort and followed Gryffindor into the temple through a large hole in the side wall.

His gaze swept across the ruins within his field of vision, which matched Amosta's expectations. The timeline and space were still as chaotic as outside. However, one thing surprised Amosta: the magic inside the temple was very 'pure', without any of the evil aura from outside, as if it had been purified.

Gryffindor's behavior upon entering was somewhat unusual. Normally, anyone exploring this temple for the first time should head towards the hall where Vitia's magic resides, but he did not. Instead, he solemnly stepped across the ruins, passed through the cracked walls, quickened his pace, and walked in a clear direction.

Amosta hesitated for only a short time before setting off again to follow. Compared to the woman in the Great Hall, Amosta, a graduate of Hogwarts, clearly trusted Godric Gryffindor more.

The two traversed the temple. Along the way, Amosta passed many rooms. The room with ashes and broken wood chips was probably the library. The room with many unidentifiable bones and decaying equipment seemed to be where wizards did their research. There were also some rooms used for daily life. It seemed that this place had once been the residence of a wizard.

Gryffindor moved at a rapid pace, and Amosta, constrained by the chaotic timeline and spatial limitations, had to jog to keep up. Twenty minutes later, after overcoming numerous obstacles, they stopped before a huge, dark-colored stone wall.

Godric Gryffindor was a figure from a thousand years ago, and this temple was undoubtedly built even earlier. Having endured the ravages of time and magical phenomena, almost nothing inside the temple, including the main building, remained undamaged. However, the massive stone wall standing abruptly amidst the rubble before them was perfectly intact, without even a speck of dust on it.

"Is this the battle we fought?"

Gryffindor stared at the stone wall with great interest, and his unexpected words brought Amosta, who was puzzled as to why the stone wall was not damaged, back to his senses. Amosta also looked up and focused his attention on the wide stone wall, where the lines carved were as crude as murals made by primitive people on the stone walls of caves.

The first painting on the far right of the stone wall seems to depict a land with undulating mountain ranges, ancient cities, and lakes. It appears to be a simple landscape painting. However, what puzzles Amosta is that at the highest point of the stone wall, far away from the land in the painting, there is an irregular closed shape filled with many messy lines that seem to represent 'wind', resembling the outline of a jellyfish swimming in water.

Amosta frowned as he stared at the dark, incised pattern that could neither be a 'sun' nor a 'cloud'. He was somewhat puzzled, yet he had a vague sense that the thing was probably extremely important.

Intrigued, he strode toward the second mural, stepped back a few paces, and looked up. He discovered that the 'jellyfish' was still carved at the top of the stone wall, but the scene on the ground had undergone a dramatic transformation.

A tense standoff is currently underway on the vast and boundless land.

On the opposing side was a warrior riding a tall unicorn, with a dashing cloak draped behind him. The warrior held a magnificent sword and stared coldly at the sky. Even from those simple lines, Amosta could feel the kingly aura surrounding this god-like warrior.

Behind the warriors stretched an endless, massive Muggle army, led by twelve equally dashing knights. The entire formation stood silently like steel, exuding an oppressive aura.

The other side of the confrontation consisted of only one person, hidden beneath a wide black robe. Amosta deduced from the figure carved on the stone wall, whose bare body was exposed outside the robe and whose slender wrist held a strange staff, that she was likely a woman.