Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

It seems to be forgotten here by the fallen horses. The highly rotten face is facing Aiwen. The face is very human, with a painful expression. The missing muscles seem to be swallowed by unknown creatures. In the exposed eye sockets, With hatred, he stared darkly ahead.

It's not that Ivan didn't kill Grindylow, but it was definitely a massacre.

It's just to satisfy the killer's momentary pleasure, or maybe even more evil, to torture the soul of this water monster so that it will never rest in peace forever.

This is the key to making a Horcrux. Through the torture before death, the soul becomes extremely unstable, and it is easier to split or be absorbed.

The feeling of nausea became more and more intense, and Ivan raised his wand subconsciously.

A golden flame burst from his wand and incinerated Grindylow's body, hoping that it would rest in peace.

"This is only part of it, the crimes you are about to witness will be far beyond your imagination!" Ugt said coldly, with repressed anger in his voice, "That evil god degenerated the noble centaur into an evil heresy, forever It's unforgivable!"

Ai Wen nodded, his mouth was full of bitter alkali.

He tried his best to appear calm, as if these were not a big deal, and made up his mind to stop the evil god who was being summoned.

The circular room full of coagulated blood stains seemed to be a signal. As Ugert said, on the road ahead, Aiwen saw many unimaginable scenes.

Horrible monsters are painted on the walls at both ends of the passage, and they devour flesh and blood with their fangs.

As far as Aiwen knows, these devil-like creatures will never appear in any magic book. They are like the imagination of the centaur, and they never existed in the world.

He also hopes that everything is as he thinks, these monsters don't exist, otherwise he can't imagine how to fight them, which is far beyond his common sense.

What he saw and heard along the way gave him a new understanding of the species of centaur.

In the words of Dobby the house-elf, if a house-elf is depraved, he is bad beyond repair, and the same applies to the centaurs.

Hobbies for stargazing, divination, and archery are not all horse people.

This magical creature with a rough appearance is full of unimaginable fanaticism.

Aiwen and Ugert moved forward all the way. Although there was no communication, both of them subconsciously accelerated their pace.

"Wait a minute, this is really weird!" Uggart suddenly frowned and said, "It's too quiet in the temple, it's impossible for them not to leave a single guard behind."

Although it was a sneak attack, it would be a big joke if they just broke into the top of the temple and destroyed the ongoing summoning ceremony.

The fallen horses would not be so stupid, and the additional challenges that Gryffindor gave to Ivan would not be so simple, there must be something waiting for them.

"Those fallen horsemen are all fighting outside. If they are not allowed to enter here, or they still have other defensive measures." Ivan analyzed.

He thought of the terrifying statues he had seen in that room before, those worm-shaped monsters with holes in their heads.

"Maybe we can..." Ugert stopped suddenly.

He clenched his spear and looked nervously at the front of the tunnel, as if something was about to come.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

Aiwen was stunned for a moment, how could there be bees here, but he soon saw what was coming, and there was nothing less like bees than these monsters.

Chapter 361 The Indescribable Imagination

Ivan clenched his wand and stared at the dark corridor ahead as much as possible.

He wanted to see clearly what was coming, but the poor vocabulary in his mind was no longer able to give an accurate and specific description of the three approaching monsters.

Aiwen can only use a more intuitive way to narrate. In front of him are three five-foot-tall red giant crustaceans.

In terms of species classification, it may be closer to fungi.

More precisely, they appear to be a mix of crustacean bugs and fungi.

They buzzed, their slender bodies divided into many segments like insects, and the exposed scales were full of thin, uneven folds.

In front of the body are six pairs of sharp claws covered with barbs, curled up together, as if protecting something, wriggling irregularly at intervals.

In the back is a pair of huge crimson fleshy wings. The surface of the huge wings has rotted, and the pieces of meat on them are slowly falling off.

Soon, a large number of small beige worms crawled out from the inside of the wound, and with their mucus attached, they pulled up the falling piece of meat and returned it to its original position.

The whole process was so disgusting that Ivan couldn't help swallowing.

Fear was like a slender poisonous snake, entangled in the dull air around him, waving its scarlet tongue, as if it was about to suffocate him immediately.

Ugert next to him didn't move, and neither did Ivan.

He raised his wand high to the front, and by the dim light, he saw the heads of these three monsters, which were exactly the same as those terrifying statues he had seen before.

There are green swirl-shaped elliptical tumors attached to their heads, like a bush that has been randomly trimmed, and it is full of holes of different sizes.

These creatures are the monsters that Ivan saw in the murals along the way. They are not imaginary objects of the centaur, no matter whether they are summoned from the void or created through magic.All in all, they are now a living reality.

"Creation of the evil god!" Uggart muttered softly, with obvious disdain in his voice.

Then, without any warning, the strong centaur slid and charged over.

The sharp spear in his hand was raised high, with an unrivaled aura and enough power to tear the fire dragon apart.

Ivan also hurriedly followed, waved his wand and cast a few spells to cooperate with Uggt's attack.

The huge wings of the three monsters danced quickly, and they easily escaped Ivan's attack.

They buzzed non-stop, their terrifying heads shook, and subtle changes appeared on them.

The muscles were wriggling, and the holes of different sizes began to change.

Aiwen felt a faint breath of magic power, which was very strange, and it was magic that he had never encountered before, which was really weird.

He wanted to remind Ugert to pay attention, but in the next second, before he could yell out, he saw Ugert, who was about to rush to the monster, stop suddenly.

His hands were hanging limply by his sides, his eyes were closed tightly, and his expression was very abnormal.

Aiwen didn't know what happened to this powerful centaur warrior. Obviously, the opponent's magic just now worked, and Ugert seemed to be hypnotized.

He was completely controlled by the opponent, lost his sense of resistance, and no longer thought about attacking.

Let Aiwen shout loudly there, the centaur seemed not to hear it, he stepped forward and walked forward, getting closer and closer to the three monsters.

The sharp claws in front of the monster squirmed, and slowly opened outwards, revealing the part protected in the center.

This time, Aiwen saw clearly that what should have been inside the body was a round reddish-brown giant mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth.

The three mouths were constantly chewing and stretching, mucous membranes, viscera, blood, and pieces of flesh and blood were mixed together, opening, closing, and opening.

Under the control of the monster, Ugert bent down, pointed his head at the mouth closest to him, and walked over step by step...

If he stuffed his head into that mouth full of fangs, one can imagine what would happen, probably a picture of a watermelon being chopped into pieces with countless knives.

"Damn it!" Ivan waved his wand hastily, casting out several spells in succession.

The curse moved forward quickly, and when it was about to touch the monster's body, the air around them seemed to turn into a viscous oily object in an instant. Correspondingly, the speed of the curse light emitted by Aiwen slowed down significantly. .

The monsters easily avoided Ivan's attack, and the buzzing sound from which part of the body became louder, as if expressing anger and dissatisfaction with Ivan, or mocking his ignorance.

Ugert stopped in place, staring blankly ahead.

After a brief, imperceptible exchange by ordinary people, two monsters flew towards Ivan's position, and the holes in their skulls were constantly wriggling.

The strange fluctuations of magic power flashed by, and Aiwen's eyes were blurred for a while, and the surrounding area became more and more foggy, and the thick yellow fog that came out of nowhere enveloped him.

He is still in the centaur temple, but it seems that he is not here.

In the hazy yellow mist, Aiwen couldn't see the direction and was completely lost in it. Slowly, he didn't think about anything, only heard a voice talking to himself in front of him.

Ivan couldn't hear what the other party was saying, so he walked forward slowly, maybe getting closer to listen to the voice carefully, and know why he came here.

Although Ivan felt something was wrong deep down in his heart, he couldn't stop his body. He moved uncontrollably and bent down slowly...

The closer you get, the more clearly the originally vague voice becomes.

They seemed to be calling Alvin's name, and certain emotions in their bodies seemed to be sucked away, leaving only endless fear and a lonely soul in their bodies.

Memories of the past flashed through Ivan's mind like a slideshow, from far to near.

He knew of a black magic that acted on the soul, but he couldn't remember anything for a moment.

Ivan remembered that he came to Hogwarts, created a newspaper, and worked together with Harry to defeat the basilisk, returned to the castle thousands of years ago, helped Sirius Black catch the little love Peter, and had the first date with Hermione, Studying magic alone in the middle of the night, the memory becomes clearer as time goes by.

Then he remembered his conversation with Gryffindor himself.

And the pair of huge eyes I saw outside the temple before were also in the mist, but the feeling was much stronger than now.

He still remembered how he did it. Without hesitation, Aiwen subconsciously raised his wand and shouted, "Call God for protection!"

The sudden appearance of the patron saint dispelled all negative emotions, and Aiwen found that he was still in the temple of the centaur, and there was no fog around him at all.

Already gripped by the shoulders of a monster's claws, he was thrusting his head into the huge, tusk-filled mouth in the middle of its body.

Under the influence of Aven's patron saint, the white barrier spreads outward.

The action stars of the three monsters became sluggish. They seemed to instinctively want to escape, but before they could make a move, they were roughly knocked into the air by the centaur.

The spear in Wugert's hand pierced the bodies of the three monsters fiercely, disrupting their bodies, a large amount of flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and the passage was full of green blood stains.

"Thank you, human!" Uggart finally stopped beside Ivan and said loudly, "You saved me, and I owe you my life!"

Chapter 362 Ugert's Story

Hearing Ugt's thanks, Aiwen hadn't reacted yet.

What is the use of the promise of an ancient centaur who lived eight years ago? This is just an illusion created by Gryffindor. In the real world, Ivan and Uggart didn't know each other at all, let alone met before. Not to mention that the centaur itself has become a disembodied ghost.

Aiwen's consciousness was still immersed in the yellow fog just now. With that feeling, he could be sure which ancient magic book he had read similar introductions before.

He seems to know what these monsters are, but he can't remember.

On the ground, the shattered corpses of monsters were still humming disgustingly.

A large number of yellow maggots burst out from the remains of their corpses, scattered all over the ground, wriggling desperately and moving forward, slowly dragging the broken flesh and blood back to their original positions.

They competed for the broken flesh and blood, regardless of whether it was their original body or not.

Ai Wen had an illusion that these monsters seemed to be composed of countless such pale yellow worms, and the terrifying appearance he saw just now was just an appearance.

The humming sound of the monster continued, as if giving orders to the worms.

The nausea rolling upwards in his body struck again, interrupting Ivan's thinking.

He saw that many maggots began to crawl towards himself and Ugert, dragging the shiny slime behind them, and they hurriedly backed away to dodge.

"They're not dead yet!" Ugert reminded loudly, but didn't know what to do.

This is completely beyond the understanding of the centaur. He would rather fight the ferocious fire dragon than face these strange-looking and disgusting worms.

Ai Wen closed his eyes, concentrated his mind to sense the faint trace of magic in the air, and then he discovered that the root of everything was in the monster's head full of holes.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said hastily, "Attack their heads, there should be a bright pink core inside, that's their vital point."

Aiwen remembered that he saw the statues of these monsters in the temple before, and those statues that had been turned into stone could more intuitively show the body structure of these monsters.

Inside the green hole head is a pink irregular oval core.

He spoke a spell and waved his wand.

A silver-white light flashed past, like a sharp arrow, hitting a monster's head full of holes.

As soon as its body froze, it died like this, and it stopped buzzing.

On the ground, many yellow worms that were dragging the remains of flesh and blood also died.

Seeing this, Uggt hurried over and stuck the spear in his hand on the heads of the remaining two monsters, ending their evil lives.

In the dim corridor, neither of them spoke.

This was really a weird and extremely thrilling battle. Looking at the pieces of meat in front of them, they even held their breath desperately.

Ugert signaled Ivan to climb on his back, and he ran forward at a faster speed, and then slowly slowed down when the surroundings returned to normal and there was no smell of blood.

"Disgusting creation of the evil god!" Uggart said angrily, "They were researching and creating these things before, but they didn't expect it to be successful!"

"How did those fallen horses do it?" Ivan asked.

"Flesh and flesh, a lot of flesh and blood!" Ugert said disgustedly, "The evil god told them how to make it. They captured a large number of creatures in the woods and killed them cruelly. They mixed the flesh and blood together and summoned those monsters through a ceremony."

The top of the Moon Temple can absorb the power of the stars and convert them into pure magic, which can help the fallen horsemen to complete this evil magic.

Aiwen didn't know what the principle of the ritual was, but it must be very evil.

In the development of modern magic, even the most evil black magic does not involve the flesh and blood of a large number of creatures. This sounds a bit like the mysterious witchcraft spread in African regions or the spells used by ancient warlocks to summon demons.

Such a magic is recorded in the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic". By sacrificing a corpse through a special ceremony, a low-level demon can be summoned.