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.
//patreon.com/FicFrenzy
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.
//patreon.com/FicFrenzy
