Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Light and shadow, everything in front of the eyes is dominated by gray and cold colors.

The sky was swayed by the huge darkness, and the black curtain was slowly spinning, seeming to **** away all the anger.

Below the stone platform, the Ravenclaw family's wizards did not stop the ceremony because of the sudden intruder.

They sang a spell with a weird aria that made Harry feel cold.

"Death is not the end, the deceased will not rest forever, and the wonderful eternal annihilation will not end in death..."

As the chanting progressed, I did not know where the wind from which it was blowing blew the credit on the door of death.

The credit was gently shaken, and the icy sound rang from the door.

This is the voice of the dead, they follow the summons of the wizards from hell.

The black witch's shrill laughter, the sound in the door, and the curse of the wizards mixed together, making Harry's head messy.

Also, it's so cold!

Really cold!

He felt that the temperature around him was drastically reduced.

Strange, why is this?

This should be a memory, when the wizards of the Ravenclaw family opened the memory of the door to death.

Does the temperature in memory decrease, does the person watching the memory feel cold?

Where is the black witch here, where is the statue of the evil spirit?

Where is Avon? He should have been here, why not?

One after another, the interrogation and the complicated sounds were mixed together, and one brain was infused into Harry's head.

His head started to hurt again!

Because of the cold, he also had a terrible pain in his body.

Harry didn't have time to think about the problems. He couldn't tell why. He seemed to understand the sound inside the door this time. When he touched the door of death in the Ministry of Magic last time, he could only hear some meaningless low-pitched sounds. He once suspected that his parents were talking to him. After all, it sounded like it, but now...

He heard it clearly, the door was not his parents, nor his loved ones, but the voice of the cold and timid undead.

The undead are cursing, cursing, and mourning in the most sinful language, and they want to come out of this door.

As the spell progressed, there was a low boom in the door of death, and the door was about to be opened.

"No!" Harry shouted, exhausting the rest of his strength.

"Hahaha, Harry Potter, come and witness the coming of death." The black witch yelled wildly and turned to look at Harry.

At this point, the black witch's face was completely distorted, like the monster in the nightmare, the skin on her face was gray and blue, like a dead man, the towering nose collapsed, the eyes kept a weird angle, the mouth was skewed, one The black mist that kept changing in the group shrouded her face and could not tell the horror.

Looking at her, Harry couldn't help but chill, as if he had fallen into the hail.

Despair followed the coldness, and Harry looked helplessly at everything that was happening in front of him, waiting for the opening of the door of death...

The only thing he knows, if the door to death is opened, the great horror will come.

Even if it is a memory, the horror that is about to come is indeed true...

At this moment, Ai Wen is also a foggy water, I feel very wrong.

Since coming to the castle of the Ravenclaw family, there have been many questions that have plagued him.

He can feel the magic of the black witch in the center of the lake suddenly increased. He can even feel the breath of the evil spirit. It is the power of the statue of the evil spirit. This power is swallowing everything in the air, magic, emotion, hope, and even The magic that allowed Ravenclaw Castle and the ghosts to be re-enacted was also swallowed up.

The blue light and shadow became unstable, and just as the real illusion began to dissipate.

咔嚓, 咔嚓, 咔嚓, a strange sound suddenly sounded, coming out of the garden below.

Ai Wen explored his head and through the huge hanging window he saw that the stone carvings below were broken and kept shaking.

No, not broken, they are resurrecting!

The power of the evil spirits resurrected them!

Ai Wen’s eyes wide open, which is really bad enough.

There are hundreds of monsters below, if they all become real...

Not to mention that many of these guys seem to be very difficult to deal with.

"No, no, death, the power of death is coming, the power of the curse is recovering." The ghost Marcus shouted, drawing back Ai Wen's gaze.

He is now getting more and more eccentric, his figure has become more vain, and seems to be able to dissipate at any time.

"Come to the library, the master, cast the magic that will let the undead rest in peace." He continually urged, "Hurry up, or it will be too late."

Ai Wen thought for a moment and quickly ran forward along the path pointed by Marcus. He seems to have no other choice now. The strength of the enemy is rapidly increasing and continues to stalemate. The stone carvings of the evil spirits below are all resurrected. It is definitely a big trouble. If you rush to the center of the lake, you will not necessarily be two evil spirits, a black witch, and a lot of opponents of black wizards. Counting on the book of Abraham’s sudden death, it is simply not sure. .

Suddenly, the castle began to shake, the blue light and shadow were quickly compressed, gradually dissipated, replaced by a miserable green light.

There is a chilling horror in the light, which spreads out from the remains of the death gate at the center of the lake.

Between the broken walls, Ivan can see there, even if it is far apart, but he can still see the statue of the evil spirit floating in the air, because it is too conspicuous, a virtual shadow above the statue is condensing Out, it is the terrible evil spirit that he is familiar with.

That huge body, unspeakable form, countless swaying tentacles, **** gullies...

Opposite the evil spirits, just above the remains of the death gate, another virtual shadow is gradually condensing.

It is a cold eye!

It seems to be the eyes of a basilisk!

But Ai Wen only took a look at it and determined that the phantom was the eye on the crimson tag that he had previously taken in the eight-eyed spider Alagok's lair. The eye of the evil spirit, the eye of death, the despicable Haierbo Incarnation becomes the symbol of the evil spirit.

This deep red listing Ai Wen got three in total, corresponding to Haierbo's eyes, body and brain.

Huge eyes condense in the air, corresponding to the evil spirits that are full of tentacles.

The magical atmosphere of the two is completely different, one is to swallow and the other is death.

"It’s really a big scene!" For a moment, Evan hoped that the two monsters would be able to fight.

But not, after a brief communication, they seem to get along very well.

The forces of death and engulfment are sandwiched together, causing irreparable damage to everything around them.