Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ai Wenyu gasped on the ground, and Gryffindor looked at him with a smile.

"What about the evil god?" He glanced down and saw nothing.

Around the platform, countless clouds are rolling over, covering everything on the Temple of the Moon.

A cloud of clouds drifted through the body of Avon and Gryffindor, and their figures were looming, dreamlike, and the mist made everything unreal.

"It disappeared, you defeated it!" Gryffindor said softly.

"But I didn't do anything. My magic didn't work for it. I haven't destroyed the statue of wood that summoned it." Ai Wen said inexplicably.

"You don't need to do anything. As long as you come here, you have already passed the challenge." Gryffindor smiled and took a bright red stone from his arms and handed it to Ai Wen. "You are the best I have ever seen." The little wizard, catching this magic stone, it is now yours!"

Looking at the magic stone shining with soft light, Ai Wen’s face flashed a hunger.

He held out his hand forward and stopped suddenly when he touched the Sorcerer's Stone at his fingertips.

The warning of a sudden rise in his heart made him restrain his desire.

It seems that something is not quite right. He still remembers that Gryffindor had told himself before that Voldemort had left a magic on this piece of magic stone.

But now he doesn't even mention it, and why should he hand over the sorcerer stone to himself in the illusion instead of sending him back to the real world? !

In front of him, Gryffindor’s face was always smiling, and it seemed so unnatural.

That smile is not so much a smile of the goodwill of the elders, but rather a restrained ridicule.

In the clouds, his mouth is raised exaggeratedly on both sides, and it becomes more and more uncoordinated. The appearance is not as humans should have.

A burst of coolness came, Ai Wen swallowed, and the right hand subconsciously clenched his wand.

"What are you waiting for, catching this magic stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard, believe me" obviously close at hand, but Gryffindor's voice seems to be From a very distant place.

Ai Wen listened clearly, and these voices echoed in their minds.

When he mentioned strength, Alvin was almost certain that this guy was a counterfeit.

Gryffindor never said these things, he always stressed that power is not the most important.

The challenge is not over yet, and you must destroy the wood statue of the evil spirit.

The evil spirits that have become Gryffindor's diverse children are still laughing, but the atmosphere is getting more and more depressed.

Its laughter sounded at the deepest point in the heart of Ai Wen, and it was getting louder and louder, accompanied by the frequency of heart beats, 咚, 咚, 咚

Ai Wen felt that his heart was about to be blasted by this tormented voice, and some liquid flowed out of his nostrils and eyelids.

His magic began to scatter, and the strength of the whole body was in conflict with the frenzied.

Evan gasped, holding the hard wand and raising his right hand diagonally upwards. A pale green curse spurted out and passed through the body of Gryffindor in front of him.

He has no entity, but an illusion.

"Young human wizard, you rejected me and made the most stupid decision."

Gryffindor took a step forward, his face was distorted, and the angle at which the mouth opened was getting bigger and bigger.

Numerous green mucus and flesh fragments fell from the inside, his body was rapidly expanding, and a rotten tentacle emerged, like the most terrifying nightmare.

The tentacle slowly moved forward and seemed to want to touch Evan's skin.

"Call the gods guard!" Ai Wen shouted.

The silver patron saddles out, and the bright white mist blocks between the two.

"Young human wizards, you still don't understand the true meaning of magic. You have never suffered from the collapse of the world. You are the humblest existence in the world."

Gryffindor's face completely turned into a sacred god. The tentacles shook and slammed on the light screen. The mouth said crazy, meaningless words. "Sadly ants, you are just puppets in the hands of puppets, unknown. In front of the powerful, doing the useless struggle"

Ai Wen increased the magic transmission, the time of suppression was a few seconds, or centuries, and then he suddenly realized that he should run.

Regardless of the evil spirits in front of him, he no longer cares about the surrounding environment, and continues along the narrow hollow stairs next to the platform, rushing toward the front.

Across the thick mist, the sturdy tentacles of the evil spirits continued to pat, and with the power of madness, they became more ruthless and cold, as if they were to slap the body of the text in half.

Evan gasped. On the top of the small table, he saw a dull wood statue, which was a multi-fold reduction of the evil spirit, like the roots of a certain plant.

He thought that he didn't think, waving his wand, and the red spell flashed.

Unexpectedly, the wood statue shattered and turned into a little starlight to dissipate in the air.

The crazy voice of the evil spirits gradually drifted away, but it was still very clear and passed. "The sad lamb, you have defeated me in the illusion, but you don't know that you are entering another more terrible illusion. The fear is like a shadow, never disappearing. Never ending

The surroundings gradually calmed down, and when Avon looked up, he once again saw Gryffindor standing in front of himself with a smile.

He took a step back in surprise and raised his wand with vigilance. Gryffindor waved his hand intently, and his face was more intense.

"Don't be like this, Avon!" he said with a smile. "The guy has disappeared. Now there are only two of us here."

"How do you guarantee that you are really Gryffindor, not the evil spirit?" Aiwen hesitated and asked, and it was cold to the extreme.

His heart beat so badly that he couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality. He felt like he was about to be driven crazy.

"I can't prove anything, because I didn't really exist, it's just a part of this phantom magic, the consciousness that the body stays here." Gryffindor said with a smile, "You just performed very well and got me." Recognition. Whether you want to believe it or not, I still want to tell you that you have passed the challenge."

The first time this sentence was a surprise, it sounds completely frightening now.

Gryffindor didn't seem to be surprised by Avon's performance. He waved his hand. "I know that you have a lot of questions. In fact, the evil **** you saw does not exist in real history. Ugette's Luck is better than you. When he rushed to the top of the temple, the evil ceremony was not finished, and he managed to stop everything."

"What was it that happened?" asked Evan, gasping.

"As you can see, it is what I imagined and reasoned, and it was presented to you by the power of magic." Gryffindor said with a smile, as if explaining a trivial little thing, "in the real world." The so-called evil spirits did not come to the world in the end. It was only angry at the last moment, and used all the strength to break the void and split the magic stone that I left into two halves. That is all." (To be continued.)