Under the bright moonlight, space suddenly trembled unnaturally. When the disturbance subsided, Amosta emerged from the void.
Tap, tap, tap—
The wind roaming the plain whipped Amosta's robes, and the boundless "green sea" before him was exactly as he remembered it.
Looking up, a clear band of stars hung across the night sky above the wilderness far from the bustling city.
Even separated by endless light-years, its magnificent splendor still filled Amosta with longing.
The path home through the stars—
In the clamorous silence, Amosta gently shook his head and turned his gaze toward a certain spot.
Weathered megaliths lay strewn across Salisbury Plain.
The mysterious magical formation built by ancient wizards to commune with the stars had now changed its identity, becoming a world-famous prehistoric tourist attraction.
That was not exactly a disgrace to its former purpose.
After a brief silence, Amosta began walking toward Stonehenge, his fluttering Wizard Robe brushing against the emerald grass with a soft rustle.
The ancient stones were cordoned off by Muggles with fences that offered no real protection whatsoever.
Just as before, a Muggle inside the entrance booth lit by dim yellow lamps was snoring soundly.
Tap!
Not wishing to disturb the Muggle's sleep, Amosta sent a Stunning Spell over as usual.
Walking slowly to the center of the massive stone gateway, Amosta let out a sigh, his gaze complicated.
Ever since he had seen Gryffindor's phantom here, the memories of Hogwarts' four founders had come to him one after another.
The Twin Serpent Wand had also flowed out from this place through his hands.
For Amosta, this was where many troubles had begun.
Even now, he sometimes wondered whether many crises could have been avoided if he had not ventured into the space beyond the gate back then.
His deep gaze slowly