Borgin was indeed strong. Many high-intensity spells came easily to him, and in just a moment, he swept them all aside.
Continuing forward, before long, they felt the source of the breeze.
A lake as calm as a mirror, and a small boat drifting by the shore.
Even with the thick mist, they could still see the huge dark shadow in the lake.
Harry's expression was somewhat excited. So far, it seemed to be exactly as described in the legends.
The three boarded the small boat. Harry looked at Borgin curiously: "Sir, did these Green Knights and the lake surface just appear suddenly?"
Borgin nodded, revealing a somewhat chilling, benevolent smile: "That's right, the entire area covered by the mist appeared here suddenly."
As he spoke, the small boat seemed to sense that everyone had boarded and began to move on its own, sailing steadily towards the center of the lake.
Harry's gaze constantly swept across the lake, seemingly very eager. He wanted to see if there really were any so-called Lake Fairies.
Howl stood at the front of the boat, looking towards the center of the lake.
He slightly raised his hand, and an invisible ripple spread forward, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, receiving no feedback whatsoever.
The further they went, the thinner the surrounding mist became.
But at the same time, the sky gradually darkened. When the mist finally dispersed, what appeared before the three was a brilliant starry sky.
Below, the lake surface was as black as ink, with a gentle breeze and moonlight falling upon it, shimmering. It was no less beautiful than the sky above.
Howl looked up ahead and saw countless white ruins on the island in the center of the lake. From their style, they clearly no longer belonged to this era.
And what they could glimpse from this side was merely the tip of the iceberg of this island.
A moment later, their small boat was about to dock, and along the island's edge, there were countless other small boats as black as ink.
In the boats, only stark white bones remained, yet each skeleton lay peacefully within the boat.
Harry immediately thought of the story of King Arthur. Legend says that in the Battle of Camlann, King Arthur was betrayed by Mordred and gravely wounded.
Close to death, he was sent to the island of Avalon to recuperate.
Of course, there is also a saying that King Arthur had already died, and only his remains were sent there.
As he was thinking, Harry heard Howl slowly say: "It seems this place truly is the so-called land of the afterlife and beyond."
He looked at Borgin: "Have you been inside?"
Borgin shook his head: "To be honest, if I were in my former undead state, I might have gone in, but not now.
I can feel the overwhelming aura of death within. I'm afraid that if I were to set foot on this land, I might die on the spot, just like them."
With that, Borgin pointed to the skeletal remains on the shore ahead.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the two with confusion.
Howl twisted his wrist, and an empty potion bottle appeared in his hand. Transfiguration acted upon it, and soon the bottle transformed into a white-furred mouse.
With a wave of his hand, he threw it onto the shore.
Soon, the mouse righted itself and scurried away frantically, but its speed quickly slowed, its body became emaciated, and its fur rapidly began to fall out, then turned to dust.
Before long, the mouse seemed to have reached the end of its life, falling weakly to the ground, and then transforming back into the empty potion bottle.
And the time until the mouse's death, from when it was thrown onto the shore, was but a few breaths.
"Simply accelerating the time on a moving individual…" After a brief thought, Howl tapped his toe and lightly leaped onto the island.
The next moment, an invisible force began to permeate his flesh. His skin rapidly aged, his face became ancient, his teeth fell out, and his body hunched over.
It seemed that in just a moment, he had already lived a hundred years, and he was utterly decrepit.
A large wand appeared in his hand. Howl softly chanted a spell, and a bright light flashed from the wand tip.
Then, he abruptly aimed the wand tip at himself. A surge of life energy entered him, flowing through his aged body. Soon, his face filled out again, and his back straightened once more.
Time seemed to flow backward on him.
A moment later, he was back to his usual self.
However, before the two on the boat could breathe a sigh of relief, the entire Avalon suddenly shook, as if Howl's act of resistance had triggered the rules of this place.
Immediately, the sky and earth seemed to crack. From beneath the lake, a group of ugly Merpeople suddenly surfaced and began to attack the two on the boat.
Borgin's face instantly filled with anger. He found Merpeople irritating, and even more so, the Captain's child was beside him, and he could not afford any mishaps. He raised his wand, immediately casting protective spells over the entire small boat, then began to slaughter the Merpeople.
Howl, meanwhile, looked at the whole of Avalon. At the highest point of the central island, there was a mountain like a palace.
On top of the mountain, an impossibly tall oak tree stood.
At this moment, on this shaking central island, only he and the oak tree stood, gazing at each other from afar.
The next moment, everyone's vision distorted. After a spatial traversal like Apparition, the group appeared in a quiet, dark forest.
"This is…" Harry immediately found Howl's figure.
"It escaped." Howl's expression was calm, but he shook his head regretfully.
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