Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

At the same time as the ghost Marcus trembled, the magic of the black witch had reached a critical moment at the ruins of the death gate of the Lake Center. Numerous ghosts whirl in the air, making terrible sounds, and the illusion around them became more and more real. The door to death has been completely condensed. It seems to be real, and the patterns and patterns on it are very clear.

Harry's scars hurt so badly that he tried to control himself not to faint, and stared at the statue of the evil spirit in front of him.

Under the control of the black witch, this horrible statue like an ugly tree stump seems to have survived. Its roots must be twisted by the tentacles, swallowing the soul, magic and all the essence of life in the surrounding air. The more dazzling it is.

As the statue of the evil spirit twisted, the whisper of unclear meaning began to echo in Harry's mind.

The low voice is becoming more and more vain, and it is getting more and more urgent.

Harry wants to hear this voice and say something, but he can't hear it and can't understand it. It doesn't seem like the language of the world. He wants to give up ignoring these sounds, but the low voice seems to be exceptional. Clear.

Every sentence echoed in Harry's mind, imprinted into his flesh and blood, imprinted into his soul.

Harry was about to be driven crazy by these voices. The light in front of him was getting darker and darker, and some black shadows appeared in looming. Harry felt that he had endured the limit, and the pain of the scar almost broke his head.

At this time, the black witch yelled wildly and attracted his attention.

"Master, help me! Let the magic of the past reappear! Let the evil of the past see you again!"

"No, you can't do this!" Ravenclaw's ghosts are more and more ethereal, they are entangled together, tightly wrapped around the stone pillars to resist the magic of the black witch, not to open the door to death. The spell appears, but the resistance is getting weaker.

"Stupid witch, you will start to die again!"

"leave here!"

"The ancient evil will destroy everything!"

"Can't let it go back to this land!"

"Shut up!" the black witch shouted, waving his wand. "Master, help me dispel them!"

"I still need more, more souls!" The indifferent and low voice echoed again. This time, the extra clarity was the voice that Harry could understand. He clearly heard the other person and said, "I will devour all of you. !"

"what!"

Suddenly, a rush of horrible screams rang in the square.

Harry turned his head hard, and he saw a black wizard below screaming in pain.

He threw the wand away, his hands helpless ears, shouting shut up, quiet, waving his hands as if driving away something invisible, but he quickly gave up and squatted and cried for mercy .

No matter how he pleaded, the evil spirit did not let him go. This man was driven mad by the evil spirits. He broke his throat with his hands, and death seemed to be relief for him.

After his death, a milky white soul was quickly smashed out of the body.

It looked around and had not had time to see clearly around it, but was swallowed up by the tentacles of the statue of the evil spirit.

The light and shadow are distorted, and the radiance above the statue of the evil spirit becomes stronger and more and more strange, and the whisper in the mind is two points faster.

The wailing sounds in the square sounded one after another. More and more black wizards were driven crazy by the sounds in their heads. Their souls were quickly swallowed up by the statues of evil spirits. The remaining black wizards were solemn and unconcerned. Companions, let them die.

This is a terrible nightmare!

One after another, the black wizard died and killed himself in a cruel way, until all.

Compared with these horrible death laws, killing curses is simply too kind, and kills people.

At this moment, the entire ruins have become hell. Harry has never seen such a horrible scene. He feels that he is also at the limit. The pain of scars and the whispers of evil spirits will drive him crazy, if not tied to the pillars. He will certainly kill himself.

The light in front of his eyes was very dim, and countless black shadows swayed.

Synchronized with the whisper of the evil spirit, the black witch screamed wildly, her voice was hoarse, the whole person dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, the beautiful face was no longer, the black witch restored her original face, the face resembling a monster. .

The magic is stirring, the broken cloak of the black witch is so high that she seems to be an ugly dementor.

"So delicious soul!" The voice of the evil spirit echoed again.

Under the influence of magic, the terrible statue has been separated from the embrace of the black witch, floating high in the air, floating on the shadow of the door of death, more and more souls are swallowed by it, forming it as a soul. A soul nest.

In the wailing, Harry faintly heard it saying, "The monster in the nightmare, obey me!"

In the next second, he was completely in the darkness in front of him. He knew that he finally reached the limit and finally got acquainted with him. In addition to the pain of the scar, he could not hear the evil spirits that would drive people crazy. .

The whole world is quiet at once!

Harry was relieved, and although he was still worried about what happened in the real world, it seemed that the relief was not so unbearable. In the infinite darkness, he could not see anything, he kept on Falling down, falling, I don't know where to fall.

But soon, Harry found himself tied to the pillars, and the light and shadow of the cockroaches reappeared.

The surroundings are still so dark, but he can see that the black shadows that were looming before have become clear.

These shadows are all wizards, scattered around the door of death, wearing gorgeous and ancient robes, a bit like the dress robes worn by the students at the Goblet Christmas Ball, more retro in style, and Ravenke The texture of the work.

Harry shouted, but the wizards around him turned to him, as if he didn't see him, and he didn't hear him. They didn't have any breath. They acted according to the rules and were doing a weird thing. ceremony.

"This is a memory? Just like in a meditation basin!" Harry quickly reacted. The prospect of the eye was like that of a meditation basin in Dumbledore. He and Deng Wen entered Deng several times last year. In the memories of Blido.

He looked around and found that the surrounding area had changed greatly. It was no longer a broken wall. All the buildings were intact and the door to death was intact. It was the door in the depths of the Ministry of Magic, with a new credit hanging on it. .

Not far from him, the figure of the black witch and the figure of the wizard next to him also appeared.

"Ha ha ha, success! The master of greatness and omnipotence, with the help of it, the magic of the Ravenclaw family will be seen before our eyes, and we will finally get the secret of the door of death." Said the harsh voice.