Snape suppressed the anxiety in his heart,
He continued to ask, "Is that all? Potter, you should have seen that your friend, Old William, specifically emphasized that he had observed a certain phenomenon, so he had to leave this letter behind. Furthermore, I think,
This is also the reason why he left just before we arrived here... "
"Salazar Slytherin!" Harry suddenly raised his head and stared at Snape.
"What?"
"Salazar Slytherin." Harry finally recalled what he felt was out of place,
"He's proficient in space-time magic,
Why aren't there any books on this topic on his bookshelf? " At first, he thought that he would be able to find the "research results" that Merlin mentioned on Slytherin's bookshelf,
Then he felt disappointed that he didn't find them,
But now that he thought about it,
It wasn't surprising that they didn't find any books that were "useful" to them,
But there wasn't a single book related to space-time magic,
It was really strange. It was so strange that it was almost deliberate.
Snape also quickly figured out the irregularities in it,
And gave another name, "Godric Gryffindor."
At the time they landed,
Merlin had already left, Slytherin had already left, and even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw happened to be out of school,
Only Gryffindor stayed in Hogwarts.
Harry still hadn't figured out the reason for these "coincidences,"
He just held the letter tightly,
His gaze fell straight on some of the sentences: These results are not accidents,
They are destined..
If the coincidence is an arrangement of fate,
Then what is it trying to achieve?
And..,
Merlin observed something unusual, so she wrote this letter and left?
And, a name, what does a name mean? Whose name does it point to? Harry Potter?
Harry's head was in a mess, and the feeling of these mysteries gradually entangling him made him feel vaguely irritated. It was only when Snape reached out and took Merlin's letter from his hand that he gradually calmed down.
Snape's expression became even calmer, so calm that it was gloomy. He read the letter silently from the beginning to the end, then raised his head and asked, "Potter, how's your magic history going?"
"… Okay?" Harry didn't understand this sudden question.
"Then, tell me, when did Merlin die?"
"There's no accurate theory, but in the history of magic, it's generally believed that Merlin lived until the first half of the eleventh century …" Harry was stunned.
The first half of the eleventh century, if counted from the year 1000, was a matter of the past few decades.
A few decades could be used for humans to slowly grow old, and for ordinary wizards, it was enough for them to spend a long time in their prime. But for a wizard who had lived for six hundred years, it was the last wind that blew out the candle.
Harry immediately understood Snape's hint. "You mean, Merlin observed her …" death?
That was what Snape meant.
Harry's first reaction was that he couldn't accept it. Merlin spent so much time waiting for Tadis to come back, ready to provide them with help, but the wait was endless, and they never came back, and the great mage had already observed his end. He guessed that he couldn't wait for the time traveler, so he wrote a secret letter and left …
"No!" Harry hammered the table. "He's not dead yet!"
"Of course not." Snape calmly pointed to the last sentence at the end of the letter. "He's sure that we'll see him again." After a pause, he added, "And I have reason to believe that this letter hinted at how we'll find him."
"Use your brain, Potter!" Harry stood up with the letter in his hand and spun around in the Tadis, imitating the Potions Professor's tone, and his brain was working quickly. Merlin had been waiting for Tadis to come back, and the old Merlin was afraid that she couldn't wait for Tadis to come back, but Merlin was sure that they would meet again, and she had been waiting, he had been waiting …
Harry, who was spinning crazily, finally bumped into Snape, who was about to get up to stop him from dazzling his eyes. Just as his forehead came into intimate contact with the pocket watch on Snape's vest, something finally bumped into his brain.
"Arthur!" Harry shouted and grabbed Snape's arm. "It's Arthur! No, it's Avalon! It's a place guarded by elves where time stops! Merlin felt that he couldn't wait for us to come back, so he went to Avalon Island, where time stops. He won't die of old age there, and he'll have enough time to wait for us to come back! "
"So," Snape tried to steady Harry, who was jumping with excitement, and asked in a low voice, "How are we going to get to Avalon Island?"
Harry came back to his senses and was stunned. Lake Avalon had been renamed Black Lake, but what about Avalon Island?
He was very familiar with Black Lake, and he had never seen an island rising from the lake.
"And, what does the 'name' imply?" Snape had always been concerned about this point.
Therefore, this discussion didn't actually solve any mysteries, but only made them more puzzled.
That night, Harry couldn't wait to read the whole letter word by word. He even considered hiding the head, the code, the handwriting, and many other angles, but in the end, he didn't get anything except more confusion. Snape was also confused, but he was more concerned about the "name". While Harry was tossing and turning on the other side of the bed, he was lying flat in the darkness, thinking about the "scarred name".
In the end, both of them didn't sleep well. Harry even had a nightmare again. In the dream, he was still eleven years old, thin and timid, sleeping in a cupboard. In the dream, he was also dreaming about Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Drac, and a large group of friends from the Hogwarts. But soon, the dream was invaded by the black fog. He was running in the thick fog until he tripped over a book and fell into the dark abyss. At the bottom of the abyss, the hook-nosed black-robed professor was coldly turning his back to him. Harry saw his mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Suddenly, a green light flashed, and a gentle female voice sounded. Harry woke up in an instant, covered in cold sweat.
"I've had this dream before …" Harry thought with great clarity. "Maybe it's a little different, but I've had this nightmare many times, and I've tried to see the cover of the book in the dream again and again. Even though I already know, I'll still try again and again. "
He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep that night. And, inexplicably, he suddenly felt a little resistant to Snape, who was lying on the other side of him. So, he quietly got up, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room. He was very familiar with the Gryffindor Tower. He knew which room had a broom, so he easily stole one and flew out of the tower's window.
The brooms of this era were very old. They flew very slowly and couldn't fly very high. So, Harry slowly circled around the tower twice, pulled the broom to the highest point, and cast a Neglect Spell on himself. Then, he lay flat and looked at the stars and moon of a thousand years ago. He looked at the castle of the Hogwarts a thousand years ago. Looking into the distance, the forbidden forest and the black lake were familiar to him.
"I need to calm down before I can find Avalon Island …"
But the black lake responded to him with silence. The island that was hidden in the fog had completely disappeared.
"Avalon Island has lost its name." Harry silently repeated this sentence. He always felt that he had heard similar words a long time ago, in different ways, in different words, but with the same tone and the same meaning.
"When my name gradually became a legend, Avalon Island also gradually lost its name …"
The night wind blew through the clouds, and the stars swayed. Harry looked at them fighting to be the first to blink. He was more and more convinced that he had heard similar words before. About the world, about the secret language, about legends, and about forgetting …
"It was a snowy night …"
Harry blinked as well.
"Yes, it was a snowy night related to fireworks, beer, and Christmas carols. Jack was freezing in the streets, and I followed Perdiffindor up the snow-covered hill, looking back at the entire Godric Valley. "What did he say?
"My companions from a distant era, they have been forgotten …"
"When people no longer believe, my golden age will be overshadowed, buried under a thick layer of soil like a huge rose …"
"My companions lived in seclusion there, mourning for our fallen world for a long time …"
Perdiffindor, an elf from a distant era, gripped Harry's shoulder and said, "This world, it is broken, broken, and clumsy, but it is such a world that has nurtured beautiful, intelligent, and meaningful things. We cannot let it fall, we have to respond to its call for help!"
Call for help! Harry's eyes widened, and he sat up from the broom. "It was you …" You were the one who called for help.
You were the one who arranged all of this.
Gryffindor, who had been paying close attention to the two strangers in the tower, had already ridden his broom and watched from afar. When he noticed Harry's abnormality, he flew up openly and asked very naturally, "What's wrong?"
Harry looked straight at the blond man. His chaotic thoughts suddenly disappeared in the night wind, leaving only one thought: Godric Gryffindor, he is not a coincidence. He is also a character in this script.
Now he could hear the voice: Come, write, arrange the plot for him.
Godric Gryffindor. Harry looked at him calmly. Information about him was arranged in his mind like cards, and finally he found the piece he needed.
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