Wizet said no more. He raised his wand toward that direction, and a surging silver-blue radiance burst forth, blasting straight ahead.
Washed over by Ancient Magic Power, the grayish-white fog appeared once more, only to recede like the tide the next moment.
A stretch of ruins, almost entirely worn flat, emerged before them, carrying an overwhelming sense of ancient desolation.
The two of them walked in that direction and found that only a few broken walls and shattered remnants remained on the ground. At the center of the ruins, however, a single stone slab had been preserved intact.
Wizet crouched down and cast "Magic Eye," discovering that the ruins still contained "Ancient Magic Power nurtured through time."
If that was the case, it meant one thing...
He looked up at Dumbledore and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, so Ignotus Peverell was also a Guardian! I can sense a Guardian's power from this stone slab!"
Dumbledore suddenly understood. "If that is so, it explains the sensation I felt earlier—something like an error and a scar."
He looked around, his deep gaze examining the broken walls and ruins. "This should be a sanctuary he left behind through the power of a Guardian."
"If that is the case..." he speculated, "perhaps he left some clue here through the power of a Guardian."
"I think that's possible too!" Wizet nodded and reached toward the stone slab.
He gently pressed his palm against the cold slab, attempting to absorb the "Ancient Magic Power nurtured through time" within it into the Wizard's Practical Guide.
As he absorbed the "Ancient Magic Power nurtured through time," the remaining fragments of memory surged into the Wizard's Practical Guide as well.
Even as those fragments rapidly vanished, they revealed a memory from the past—a memory belonging to Ignotus Peverell.
The rough sensation