Unlike the top-heavy, weightless sensation of returning, Hermione fell into a half-dreaming, half-waking state when she left the Main God Space. When she came to her senses, she realized she was walking down a dimly lit corridor. The magical torches on the walls flared to life with a whoosh whenever they sensed someone passing. Depending on their distance from her, the flames grew from small to large, stretching her shadow thin and long. Once she passed, the flames gradually went out again.
Though the space was somewhat cramped.
The air was exceptionally fresh, and the surroundings flowed with abundant Magic Power. She felt every cell in her body cheering and leaping with joy, and she could not help touching The Wand tucked into her pocket.
A faint tremor traveled through her fingertips.
Without her drawing on even a trace of Magic Power, a hazy glow bloomed along the wand's length. She could clearly sense that The Wand was cheering as well, though with a touch of restraint. It was nothing like the excitement it had shown when they first met at Ollivanders.
She walked along the corridor for an unknown length of time.
At last, she saw a wooden door at the end of the corridor.
For no particular reason.
She simply knew she had reached her destination. Beyond the door was the world Zheng Qing and Dumbledore had told her about.
She could not help quickening her pace, almost breaking into a run as she hurried to the door, panting softly.
Creak.
The wooden door was easily pushed open from the inside.
The view before her suddenly opened up.
Orange-yellow light surged impatiently through the doorway, sweeping away every trace of gloom in the corridor. The first thing that entered her sight was a mahogany bookshelf several meters high,