Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The beast of thousands of touches, the North Sea giant demon!

The cluster's tentacles boiled, and the inexhaustible tentacles came to the guardian **** of Ai Wen, vowing to tear it into pieces.

Even if the tentacles that entered the fog have been blurred, some tentacles have dissipated, but the North Sea giants do not, and the despicable Haier wave that controls it does not care at all.

It doesn't care about these losses at all, and doesn't care what kind of damage the Beihai giant demon suffers.

Or it knows, knowing what Evan and Dumbledore are going to do, but it wants to stop what is going to happen.

It has to do everything in its power to destroy the patron saint of Avon and desperately stop him.

This is a battle where both sides have no way to retreat. They can only move forward until they destroy each other.

Not survival or death, everything is at a critical moment.

The brain of this black wizard is now more like a parasite. It is parasitic on the North Sea monster, and it is deeply integrated into one.

This makes the North Sea monster become a new evil spirit, a unique evil spirit, with unparalleled physical attack power and spiritual strength.

In the silver mist, the cluster tentacles turned into black fog, but the thicker tentacles behind them were followed by the squadron until they finally inserted into the patron.

While being inserted, Ai Wen felt a sting, and his consciousness returned from his patron saint to his body.

A burst of consciousness, Ai Wen was trembled, and the nerves followed the heart.

"Calling the guards!" He refused to take pain and hurriedly controlled the patron saint who was about to dissipate.

In front of them, the lake has turned into a tentacle hell, countless tentacles creep and sway.

Between the numerous tentacles, Aiwen’s patron saint was torn apart, and there was constant energy torn.

The original giant panther is like a kitten compared to so many tentacles.

Weak, poor, and helpless, and like a boat in the storm, it can be destroyed at any time.

The patron saint is made up of energy, but the tentacles of the North Sea monster can be essentially destroyed by it, and it will not hesitate to tear it.

On the side, Harry also summoned his patron saint to help Avon, but soon, its patron saint was shattered and dissipated, disappearing without a trace.

The time of persistence is less than a second, even if he is using the patron saint, it will not help, even the patron saint can not summon.

Harry fell to the ground, his face pale, and he seemed to faint at any time.

All the happy emotions in the air have disappeared, and the atmosphere at this time is like the presence of thousands of dementors.

Evan thinks this way. He feels colder and colder, and the cold he feels because of fear. This is the unique influence of the dementors.

He thought so, and there were terrible memories in his head. The adventures he encountered and the enemies he encountered in the past years turned into nightmares in Ai Wen’s mind. He gasped, and then he found that the picture in front of him began to change!

Those boiling tentacles changed into dementors, no dementors covered by cloaks.

They are coming!

Hey, whispering!

The remaining lake is boiling and a lot of black particles emerge from it.

They are all dementors, leaving the water, these particles quickly change into dementors.

Happiness is far away and terrible memories are emerging.

The pathological throbbing tentacles, the rotten body, a body with no soul, but these are not the most terrible, the most terrible is the mouth of the dementor.

It is an irregularly shaped hole that breathes hard. They greedily devour the scattered energy, along with all the courage, hope, happiness and increasingly thin air.

This is not all, these can not meet the North Sea monsters and dementors, they want to swallow the soul.

They can't help it, they want to swallow all the energy, flesh and soul!

The icy fog resurfaced, but this time it was no longer a positive energy, but a desperate atmosphere.

The sound disappears, the senses disappear, and even the color disappears!

Now, there is only repression, fear is gone, despair and madness are boiling here.

Darkness becomes the only color in space, courage and hope dissipate, and nothingness gradually occupies the heart.

Ai Wen tried to fight to maintain the broken patron, but he has no idea of ​​fighting.

Under the great fear, he knew that he was about to reach the limit, no matter which aspect he had reached the extreme.

Evan struggled to keep the patron saint and turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had been standing still, his eyes closed, and his right hand holding his wand was placed across his chest.

Quiet, calm, and quiet.

As always, people feel reassured, and he still seems to have not noticed the surrounding scene.

But the mantra of his right hand is flowing fast, reflecting that his heart is not calm.

Ai Wen didn't know what Dumbledore was preparing and how long he had to prepare. He tried to control the patron saint to gain time.

Time passed, and the past one second seemed to have passed a century.

Finally, the broken patron saint of Ai Wen could not stop the advancement of the cluster tentacles and the dementors, they attacked the three of them.

The oppression came, this time there is no patron saint blocked!

Suddenly, Dumbledore opened his eyes, and the blue gaze sparkled with cold anger.

He moved his wand and his figure disappeared from the place.

Ai Wen stunned and hurriedly turned to look at the tentacles cluster in front and thousands of dementors.

Among these ugly and distorted monsters, he looked for Dumbledore.

There are no loud noises, no brilliant colors, no magical reactions.

But at the moment when Dumbledore disappeared, everything changed.

Time seems to be stationary at this second, and the picture dominated by black and white tones is fixed here.

Ai Wen’s eyes widened and he felt that he was also fixed.

Then, he saw a dark green appearing from the edge of the field of view, expanding a little outward.

It is the inner center of the tentacle cluster and the dementor army, and is the double snake stick.

Very slow, but the dark green halo is indeed spreading, very stable, even if there are countless tentacles and dementors in front.

At the center of everything, Dumbledore appeared next to the double snakes, and he slowly held the scepter with his right hand.

The two green giant pythons that wrap around the pole open their eyes, and the sleeping beast wakes up, and the amazing power bursts out.

Centered on Dumbledore, who holds the scepter, the dark green energy aura spreads out and destroys everything it touches.

From the perspective of Ai Wen, I saw a dark green color gradually replacing the black and white in the line of sight, becoming the only color between the world.

This aura is made up of countless dark green spells that eventually form the shape of a door, a gate leading to a different space.