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In the next few days, Ryan visited a lot of places and had to admit that the Floo network had its convenient side, allowing Lane to travel to many locations and feast his eyes on new sights.

Whether it was the colorful wooden houses of the local residents, which looked even more beautiful under the sunlight of the extreme day, as if touched by a layer of filter, or the snow-capped glaciers, or even the glittering light reflected from the ice floes brought down from the glaciers in the rivers, all these views made for a wonderful travel experience for Lane.

At the magical attractions, he fed giant sea monsters and marveled at how these massive creatures might be bigger than the giant squid at Hogwarts. He also admired the endangered Silence Bird at a wildlife reserve.

Naturally, Ryan took many photos during his travels. He selected a few and asked a photo studio to turn them into postcards, which he sent to his friends via the Northern Owl Post Office on Saga Street.

This led to an influx of owl-delivered letters the following day. Some of the letters were from his roommates, envious of his adventures, while others were from the Weasley twins, asking Ryan to purchase some magical ingredients unique to Iceland. (Ryan had read a lot of books, and when the twins discussed a topic he was familiar with, he answered them directly. This fostered a slow but genuine friendship.)

In addition to these, Ron and Hermione's letters came with postcards thanking Ryan. They also mentioned they hadn't yet replied to Harry's letter and felt nervous about it.

Ryan didn't find Harry's letter among the responses either. He guessed that it had been intercepted by Dobby, the house-elf, much like the letters to Hermione and Ron. So, Ryan wrote to Hermione, assuring her that Harry's safety was always monitored by Professor Dumbledore, and that there should be no major issues. However, if they hadn't heard back, they should visit Harry's house to check on him.

Time passed slowly during this relaxed trip, and the atmosphere of the place gave Lane a sense of calm he had never experienced before. At least Lane felt that the fatigue of his parents due to work had greatly diminished.

One day, while Lane was strolling down the streets of Reykjavik, preparing to visit a museum, he was drawn to a painting displayed by a street artist.

The oil painting was by a painter sitting on the street, selling his works. Though the skill was fairly ordinary, the mountain in the painting looked almost identical to one on a treasure map that Lane had acquired.

Curious, he approached the artist and asked, "Sir, where did you find this mountain? I've been traveling around here for several days, but I've never seen a mountain like this."

The painter set his brush down and explained, "This is a scene I witnessed a few years ago when I was hiking on Mount Askja. It was a sunny day, and I, along with a few companions, were heading to Lake Viti to try geothermal lake swimming. But halfway there, the sky suddenly changed."

The artist shuddered as if recalling something terrifying, then continued, "The wind picked up, and we all sat in the car, worried the vehicle would be blown away. After about half an hour, the wind stopped, and I saw a group of devil-like peaks rise from the previously empty ice cap. They appeared before me in under a minute, and then vanished."

"I later asked the locals, and they told me it was called Devil's Mountain. They said it's a place where the devil resides. Most of the time, it's hidden in hell, and it only surfaces in rare instances."

Lane thought for a moment after hearing the painter's tale. Invisible most of the time, only occasionally visible—that sounded like what happened when wizards used magic to conceal certain places. If hidden magical circles weren't maintained, they would occasionally fail.

It seemed that this place required further investigation. After thanking the painter, Ryan found a secluded spot, took out the cosmetics he had purchased earlier, and applied some makeup to disguise himself as a Native American (using techniques he had learned from the assassin's legacy). He then made his way to Saga Street to gather more information.

Disguised as an aboriginal sorcerer from the Americas, Lane asked various shop owners in English with a Caribbean Spanish accent. His efforts soon paid off.

It turned out that the mountain was a natural magical point, and a magical barrier had been erected to keep outsiders from discovering it. The wizards had discovered this location more than thirty years ago. However, the only thing they found was an abandoned altar, and nothing else.

Many wizards visited afterward to study the site, but no further discoveries were made, and interest in it eventually waned.

It wasn't impossible to visit, though. To get there, one could use the Floo network to reach the alpine troll reserve at Vatnajökull, then rent a broom and fly for about ten minutes.

Ryan felt a twinge of disappointment after hearing this. He had thought he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure, only to learn it was already a known site. In fact, it had even become a tourist destination. But, as with most adventures, once a target is found, it would be a shame not to explore it further.

The next morning, after finishing his homework early (a diligent student, indeed), Ryan packed his things and headed for the Devil's Mountain altar.

After spinning through the Floo's fireplace for a few dozen seconds, Ryan found himself in a small, magically concealed house. The walls of the house bore instructions: If you plan to swim in Lake Viti, change into Muggle clothes here.

Near the fireplace, a middle-aged wizard in his fifties was dozing off at a counter.

Ryan approached and woke him up. "I'd like to visit the Devil's Mountain Altar. Do you rent brooms here?"

The wizard rubbed his eyes and groaned, "Ah, another young man taken in by the treasure legend. There are fewer of you these days." After a yawn, the wizard continued, "The broom rental is 12 xicols per day, with a 5-Galleon deposit." He then placed an old broom on the counter.

After paying, Ryan spent an additional 3 Xikes to rent a robe with heating and a pair of goggles, since it would be quite cold flying. He had been so focused on learning stun and combat spells that he never had time to master life spells like those for warmth.

The area wasn't far from the Devil's Mountain altar, and Ryan could even see the strangely shaped peaks, resembling devils, in the distance.

Ryan mounted the broom and flew there in just ten minutes. This was due to the broom's age and his less-than-perfect flying skills. If Harry had been riding his Nimbus Two Thousand, it might have taken just five minutes.

After landing, Ryan found that his broom was parked at the start of a gravel path. He set the broom down and followed the signs toward the altar.