Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The black fog around Voldemort's body violently tumbling. After devouring the magic of Avon and Sirius, the black fog slammed up and surrounded the little Sirius that fell from the sky.

Surrounded by fog, Sirius could no longer use the apparition and could not use other magic. He struggled in the dark fog, his face showed a painful expression, and he could not resist.

At the same time, another part of the black mist was sent to Ai Wen.

The tumbling of the mist and the integration of the night seem to be endless.

It turned into a shape of a skull, and changed into a giant mouth with a big mouth, wanting to swallow Ai Wen.

"This magic" Ai Wen didn't have time to think about it. He turned his broom around Voldemort and flew away. He slid upwards against the window of the Muggle building. He heard Voldemort's icy laughter and the ensuing behind him. A deadly threat.

The black fog changed again, like the raging wave, coming from all directions.

Ai Wen held the fire arrow in his left hand and fled at the fastest speed. This is definitely the best play of his life.

The scene in front of him swayed and swept, and he felt like he was about to faint.

He tried to concentrate as much as possible. In the dodge, Ivan found that Mad-Eye Hamody fell on a prominent platform.

He lay there quietly, unable to judge whether he was coma or dead.

Ai Wen was in a hurry, worried about the situation of Moody, Sirius, and Ron, and continued to fight. Other Death Eaters appeared again and it would be awful.

He looked back and completely turned into darkness with Voldemort as the center.

The darkness of black fog is much deeper than the ordinary night, like a black hole, swallowing all the light, and rolling like a tornado.

Voldemort's magic is strange, not any black magic in Ai Wen's memory.

These dark fogs are stronger than any black magic that he knows.

No more delays, no matter what the magic, Ivan decided to give it a try.

He held the right hand of his wand and stretched back, and the golden Mars emerged from the end of the wand.

The fire is getting stronger and stronger, and the golden flame burns, leaving a bright trajectory behind Ai Wen.

The flames are not swallowed up by the black mist, so they burn, and then the fire lines come together to form a fireball.

It exudes a hot temperature, and the surrounding air is trembled and screaming, as if it were also ignited.

Ai Wen waved his wand, and a huge fireball slammed into Voldemort.

He followed the fireball and turned to Voldemort. Through the golden fire, Avon saw the pale and terrible face of the Voldemort snake and the scarlet eyes. He stared at the eyes, speeding forward and speeding. Faster, faster and faster

As soon as he was near Voldemort and the tumbling black fog, Avon's wand slammed upwards, and the fireball slammed and burst into a violent explosion.

Suddenly, the whole space is shaking.

Everything was shaking, and the powerful impact of the explosion shattered the black fog around Voldemort.

"Weak magic, ridiculous flame, Evan Mason, your strength can't compete with me, just a futile struggle!"

Voldemort's cold voice rang again, and black mist came from all directions, surrounded by Avon, and he had nowhere to escape.

"Hand over the double snake, I will spare you not to die; surrender to me, I will let you get more strength, understand the true meaning of magic."

The black fog swarmed and Voldemort's voice rang directly in Ai Wen's mind.

At the moment he was surrounded, he swelled all his hair, and an unprecedented horrible horror rose from his body.

In front of him is not just Voldemort, through the dark fog, he also saw the shadow of the evil spirit!

Absolutely true, though it’s just passing by, but the shape is distorted

Ai Wen felt a cold, his magic was quickly lost, he knew it would be his last magic.

Once he fails, he will die!

"Calling the guards!" Ai Wen shouted as he woke up his wand.

The patron saint leaped out from the end of his wand, and the silver brilliance further dispelled the black mist, and the patron saint rushed toward Voldemort.

The glory dispelled the black fog, and Avon recovered. He saw Voldemort raise his wand.

Ai Wen didn't give him a chance. After casting the patron saint, his wand swung forward, and the flames that had not yet dissipated re-converged. They turned into a line of fire again, winding Voldemort tightly, and the golden flame was burning. Volkswagen is burned by extending upward from the fire line.

The next second, Voldemort was hit by the patron saint, and Avon heard a sharp shout.

From the body of Voldemort, in his left hand position, unlike the sound that humans can make, it is a bit like a cat screaming in the middle of the night.

"Avon Mason"

Ai Wen didn't hear what Voldemort was saying, the deep darkness was melting quickly, and Sirius and Ron both fell from the sky.

He cast a floating spell, they slowly floated down, Sirius did not faint, and Avon flew to his side.

"How are you, Sirius?"

"I'm fine, get out of here, Avon!" He gasped and said, his wand jumped up. "The broom is flying!"

The broom that fell on the ground flew over to him and he rode up.

"You take Ron, I am going to find Moody." Avon said, he looked up.

Voldemort seemed to be in some sort of trouble, and the flame that burned everything did not hurt him, but he was powerless with the guardian of Avon and entangled with the patron.

Voldemort's body is now related to the evil spirits. He has been demonized, and the patron saint will naturally harm it.

But with this to eliminate Voldemort, it is undoubtedly whimsical, the black mist is raging, and the patron saint is getting weaker and weaker.

Ai Wen flew to the building platform at the fastest speed, grabbing the eye of the mad eye Han Moody directly.

In a flash, Ai Wen appeared with Moody on the steps of No. 12 Grimaud Square, which was the place he had previously agreed with Sirius.

Looking at the dilapidated houses and the **** scattered around the Grimaud Square, Avon sighed with relief.

He felt that he was burning all over his body, because the consumption of magic made the body weak.

The consumption of those few magics is not that big, but the moment shrouded in dark fog consumes most of his magic.

The feeling is like falling in the ice cave, horror, cold, darkness, and the voice of Voldemort in his head.

Just as he entered the body of Ai Wen, he could see everything about Ai Wen’s mind.

This feeling is really terrible!