On the other side of the Gate was an enormous, spacious chamber beneath Hogwarts.
Its interior was incredibly high; standing there felt like looking up at a mountaintop from the foot of a mountain. And in such a vast space, there was not a single supporting pillar. It had been reinforced purely by immense magical power.
At the very center of the room, on a huge hexagonal platform, stood the Mythallar, glowing with a soft white radiance like a giant crystal ball. The Harrises who entered through the Gate felt as if they had been caught in the same burst of radiation that had erupted when the Floating City first lifted off and teleported. It was as though they had suddenly leapt into a pool brimming with magic. Their entire bodies were wrapped in magical power; even the air they breathed seemed fresher. Every pore in their bodies was absorbing magic, and they felt an unprecedented comfort all over, as if even their souls were trembling. Immersed in magic, they instantly forgot their purpose. Eternal life, everlasting youth—all of it was thrown to the back of their minds. Swept along by that pleasurable sense of fullness, they dazedly searched for the source of the magic, instinctively wanting to draw closer. Almost no thought remained. The wizards' eyes fixed on the Mythallar, which was giving off that mesmerizing glow, and they walked toward it step by step without realizing it. But just then, the Harris Bank Triangular Pendant they wore emitted a deep blue light, tracing the contours of their bodies and wrapping them tightly in that energy.
A cool sensation surged into their already numbed minds, jolting the wizards awake from their trance.
"Such a charming and dangerous Little Thing, isn't it?" Luna's dreamy, singsong voice echoed. "Keep your necklaces