Chapter 124 The End of the Chamber of Secrets Chapter
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 124 The End of the Chamber of Secrets
"Sure enough, I was given a—"
Looking at the stones that disappeared in the barrier, Amosta said with 'gritting his teeth'.
It is reasonable to speculate that since I can follow the Gryffindor time mark to penetrate the barrier of the barrier and come to the inner space, it seems that this safe gap has existed for thousands of years, and now, that gap After Amostar passed, he disappeared strangely.
"No wonder the ancestors of the Druids for so many centuries have been unable to discover that rift. It seems that Godric Gryffindor left it specially for me—"
Amosta pursed his lips, and his voice was a bit sinister. Without that passage, Amosta could not leave the altar with his own strength, which meant that, except for trying to pick up the Snake Staff again Beyond that, he could hardly think.
Amosta didn't know why Hogwarts' founding Big Four left so many arrangements and backhands, just to destroy the purpose of the Twin Snake Staff, but, for their behavior of "not involving reason" , it was difficult for Amosta to express his approval.
After staring at the mysterious scepter for a long time, Amosta sighed faintly, and the sigh was full of helplessness.
From the perspective of the contemporary magic world, Amosta is a powerful wizard no matter what aspect he looks at. However, for the Hogwarts giant thousands of years ago, and even more distant years, he has been completely reduced to a mythical figure. As far as Merlin is concerned, he is undoubtedly weak.
Weakness is the original sin. No matter in the Muggle society or the world of wizards, this is an unbreakable truth. It is useless to blame those wizards who have long been swallowed by time and have passed away. To blame, you can only blame his own powerlessness .
The island of Avalon has been sleeping in the embrace of death for more than a dozen centuries. During these long years, no one has set foot on this mythical island except the priests of the past.
Vitya, with her arms around her knees, looked towards the direction of the swamp, her worry lingering in her shimmering eyes.
Judging from the results of hearing and investigation, Amosta Bryan seems to be a very powerful wizard, but this kind of power needs to be set off against the background of the modern magic world. If you put it in the mythical ancient magic era From the looks of it, Amosta Breen is not so stunning.
Deep down in her heart, Vitia has always had doubts about her teacher's divination. She also doesn't understand why a wizard who has never been involved with druidism is considered capable of helping them get the records. The 'Hallows'.
The reason why he invited Amosta Bryan here at the risk of exposing the island of Avalon was actually more of a desperate act of being forced to do so.
Suddenly a breeze rippled in the dead air, and the fine dust deposited on the ground danced with the wind and drifted to an unknown distance. Vitia looked at the swirling dust in a lonely way, feeling that her fate was like dust. No, How could the wind be blowing out of nowhere on Avalon Island? It has been dead and silent for more than ten centuries!
Vitia clenched her wand of grape vines and stood up in horror. Suddenly, she turned around suddenly and saw a thin figure walking steadily from behind the rapidly dissipating time barrier to the ancient altar on the ground. Go up and down, and walk in your own direction!
Looking at Vitia with open red lips and a suspicious expression, the gloomy Amosta raised his head after disconnecting from the earth, and the Snake Wand, which had restrained its own evil magic power, showed a cold smile,
"Fulfill your mission, Miss Corona—"
When did Amosta Bryan enter the temple, and how did he break through the time barrier that the ancestors of the priests could not help? Insignificant.
"give it to me."
She stared blankly at the scepter, her slender body trembling slightly.
For more than a dozen centuries, hundreds of ancestor priests sacrificed, and countless congregants died. Death and blood entangled them like a curse. No matter how difficult it is to maintain the pretended calm,
"Give it to me!"
The crystal clear teardrops swaying in the air reflected Vitia's hysterical despair, and hatred distorted her beautiful face.
Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, and his heart throbbed slightly. However, he stopped and did not move forward. There was a bit of indifference in his calm tone,
"I have some doubts in my heart, Miss Corona, unless you can answer my doubts, otherwise, I think it's better to keep this scepter in my hands."
Amosta's categorical refusal made Vetia feel angry. The magic power on the staff she raised could not be underestimated. It seemed that if Amosta was unwilling to hand over the Snake Staff, then she would Will choose to kill Amosta Braine without hesitation.
"The impulse to be angry often drives us to do stupid things,"
Amostar was unmoved,
"And foolish actions will often make us bear a huge price. Miss Corona, do you want to test this truth with your own actions?"
"Most of the wizards active in the underground world of Knockturn Alley think you are a wizard who values credibility. Even if you don't mention this, we have signed a magic contract. Mr. Blaine."
Amosta's cold words were like a cold wind, and Vitia regained her reason a little bit. Her reason was struggling with those tragic past events, which kept her on the verge of collapse.
"You need to give me the sacred artifact belonging to the Druids in the 'Place of Merlin's Eternal Rest'. If you violate the contract, you will be severely punished. Even a wizard like you cannot withstand the power of the contract backlash !"
"Magic follows the rules, and I can't escape the bondage of the contract--"
Amosta nodded slightly, agreeing to Vitia's statement, but before Vitia's face showed joy, he suddenly let out another cold snort,
"But there is a trivial little loophole in the contract, Miss Corona, and I'm sorry you didn't discover it.
'The place where Merlin sleeps forever'--the place where Merlin was finally buried. Excuse me, where is his grave and where is his body? Miss Corona, if you can't give a reasonable explanation, then It means that this staff of two snakes was only found on the island of Avalon, not in the 'Land of Merlin', no matter whether it is a holy weapon of druidism or not."
Looking at the stunned and dumbfounded druid priest, Amosta, who was gloomy by those plots, finally showed a happy smile,
"You who always like to stay in the woods may not realize that the outside world is very complicated, Miss Corona."
(End of this chapter)
"Sure enough, I was given a—"
Looking at the stones that disappeared in the barrier, Amosta said with 'gritting his teeth'.
It is reasonable to speculate that since I can follow the Gryffindor time mark to penetrate the barrier of the barrier and come to the inner space, it seems that this safe gap has existed for thousands of years, and now, that gap After Amostar passed, he disappeared strangely.
"No wonder the ancestors of the Druids for so many centuries have been unable to discover that rift. It seems that Godric Gryffindor left it specially for me—"
Amosta pursed his lips, and his voice was a bit sinister. Without that passage, Amosta could not leave the altar with his own strength, which meant that, except for trying to pick up the Snake Staff again Beyond that, he could hardly think.
Amosta didn't know why Hogwarts' founding Big Four left so many arrangements and backhands, just to destroy the purpose of the Twin Snake Staff, but, for their behavior of "not involving reason" , it was difficult for Amosta to express his approval.
After staring at the mysterious scepter for a long time, Amosta sighed faintly, and the sigh was full of helplessness.
From the perspective of the contemporary magic world, Amosta is a powerful wizard no matter what aspect he looks at. However, for the Hogwarts giant thousands of years ago, and even more distant years, he has been completely reduced to a mythical figure. As far as Merlin is concerned, he is undoubtedly weak.
Weakness is the original sin. No matter in the Muggle society or the world of wizards, this is an unbreakable truth. It is useless to blame those wizards who have long been swallowed by time and have passed away. To blame, you can only blame his own powerlessness .
The island of Avalon has been sleeping in the embrace of death for more than a dozen centuries. During these long years, no one has set foot on this mythical island except the priests of the past.
Vitya, with her arms around her knees, looked towards the direction of the swamp, her worry lingering in her shimmering eyes.
Judging from the results of hearing and investigation, Amosta Bryan seems to be a very powerful wizard, but this kind of power needs to be set off against the background of the modern magic world. If you put it in the mythical ancient magic era From the looks of it, Amosta Breen is not so stunning.
Deep down in her heart, Vitia has always had doubts about her teacher's divination. She also doesn't understand why a wizard who has never been involved with druidism is considered capable of helping them get the records. The 'Hallows'.
The reason why he invited Amosta Bryan here at the risk of exposing the island of Avalon was actually more of a desperate act of being forced to do so.
Suddenly a breeze rippled in the dead air, and the fine dust deposited on the ground danced with the wind and drifted to an unknown distance. Vitia looked at the swirling dust in a lonely way, feeling that her fate was like dust. No, How could the wind be blowing out of nowhere on Avalon Island? It has been dead and silent for more than ten centuries!
Vitia clenched her wand of grape vines and stood up in horror. Suddenly, she turned around suddenly and saw a thin figure walking steadily from behind the rapidly dissipating time barrier to the ancient altar on the ground. Go up and down, and walk in your own direction!
Looking at Vitia with open red lips and a suspicious expression, the gloomy Amosta raised his head after disconnecting from the earth, and the Snake Wand, which had restrained its own evil magic power, showed a cold smile,
"Fulfill your mission, Miss Corona—"
When did Amosta Bryan enter the temple, and how did he break through the time barrier that the ancestors of the priests could not help? Insignificant.
"give it to me."
She stared blankly at the scepter, her slender body trembling slightly.
For more than a dozen centuries, hundreds of ancestor priests sacrificed, and countless congregants died. Death and blood entangled them like a curse. No matter how difficult it is to maintain the pretended calm,
"Give it to me!"
The crystal clear teardrops swaying in the air reflected Vitia's hysterical despair, and hatred distorted her beautiful face.
Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, and his heart throbbed slightly. However, he stopped and did not move forward. There was a bit of indifference in his calm tone,
"I have some doubts in my heart, Miss Corona, unless you can answer my doubts, otherwise, I think it's better to keep this scepter in my hands."
Amosta's categorical refusal made Vetia feel angry. The magic power on the staff she raised could not be underestimated. It seemed that if Amosta was unwilling to hand over the Snake Staff, then she would Will choose to kill Amosta Braine without hesitation.
"The impulse to be angry often drives us to do stupid things,"
Amostar was unmoved,
"And foolish actions will often make us bear a huge price. Miss Corona, do you want to test this truth with your own actions?"
"Most of the wizards active in the underground world of Knockturn Alley think you are a wizard who values credibility. Even if you don't mention this, we have signed a magic contract. Mr. Blaine."
Amosta's cold words were like a cold wind, and Vitia regained her reason a little bit. Her reason was struggling with those tragic past events, which kept her on the verge of collapse.
"You need to give me the sacred artifact belonging to the Druids in the 'Place of Merlin's Eternal Rest'. If you violate the contract, you will be severely punished. Even a wizard like you cannot withstand the power of the contract backlash !"
"Magic follows the rules, and I can't escape the bondage of the contract--"
Amosta nodded slightly, agreeing to Vitia's statement, but before Vitia's face showed joy, he suddenly let out another cold snort,
"But there is a trivial little loophole in the contract, Miss Corona, and I'm sorry you didn't discover it.
'The place where Merlin sleeps forever'--the place where Merlin was finally buried. Excuse me, where is his grave and where is his body? Miss Corona, if you can't give a reasonable explanation, then It means that this staff of two snakes was only found on the island of Avalon, not in the 'Land of Merlin', no matter whether it is a holy weapon of druidism or not."
Looking at the stunned and dumbfounded druid priest, Amosta, who was gloomy by those plots, finally showed a happy smile,
"You who always like to stay in the woods may not realize that the outside world is very complicated, Miss Corona."
(End of this chapter)
