Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The body that has been covered with flesh and blood begins to tear apart one after another, with sores all over the place. These rips seem to be countless, endless opening and closing giant throats.

Soon, everything above its dark green round body filled with shadows was completely covered by dark clouds of despair, and they seemed to merge into one.

On the platform, the fallen horses were prostrate on the ground, and they didn't know what they were muttering in their mouths. They didn't even dare to raise their heads. Only Ivan and Uggt were still standing there.

Uggart took a step forward and stopped immediately.

The sky began to rain suddenly, and the raindrops became bigger and bigger.

These raindrops are all dark red, like dried blood.

The rain fell on the temples made of obsidian, and blood-colored foam appeared on the eternal rocks. They were being boiled and corroded, losing their previous luster.

A green film began to appear on the ground, like green moss growing several times taller, and strange plants began to emerge, and they grew rapidly wherever the rainwater reached.

The writhing and wriggling tentacles of the evil god, like the roots of trees, took root on the huge stone statues and the moon temple, and cracks began to appear on the hard stone.

"What shall we do now?" Uggart murmured.

The powerful centaur warriors also seemed to be in despair, the evil god was simply invincible.

Ivan didn't answer, he was concentrating on finding the source of the magic power, and with the appearance of the phantom of the evil god, the magic power on the Sorcerer's Stone left by Gryffindor was accelerating to dissipate.

Now, the entire temple platform is filled with manic and restless magic.

This magic has been completed, no matter how many fallen centaurs are knocked down, it cannot be stopped.

The remaining method is to either find the wooden statue that Uggart said is the root of everything, as long as it is destroyed, the evil god can be ended, or the evil god can be sealed again according to the spells used by the ancient warlocks .

As for defeating it head-on, whether you want it or not.

If possible, the ancient warlocks would not just be sealed, rather than destroyed once and for all.

I don't know where the wooden statue was hidden by the fallen horsemen. Ivan followed the trajectory of the magic power to find it. He seemed to be entering the turbulent deep blue sea water.

Perhaps, in front of the coming evil god, all his efforts were in vain.

But Ivan did not give up, there must be a way!

He didn't know how Uggart re-sealed the evil god in the real history. Although he was brave, the troubles before him were completely beyond his ability.

Of course, this is not the real world after all, and this may also be Gryffindor's bad taste, which made the challenge more difficult without authorization.

Anyway, everything in this phantom is too real, and Aiwen seems to have really returned to the tragic Centaur civil war 800 years ago.

In the sky, the evil god's huge spherical body slowly protruded forward, his dull red eyes all turned down, looking coldly at Ivan and Ugert.

An unfamiliar voice sounded from nowhere, echoing in the centaur tribe.

"Human wizard, you are still trying to resist in front of the great existence that is doomed to be unknown!" It said slowly, "It's ridiculous, as far as I know, the oldest and strongest emotion of human beings is fear, and the most powerful emotion is fear. The oldest and greatest fear is the unknown."

Ivan ignored it and tried to concentrate.

He had studied it carefully before, and just like the guy he met in the depths of the ground, the words that the other party kept echoing and whispering were actually magic that acted on the soul, which could arouse the most negative emotions in a person's heart .

For this, he has long been prepared.

"Call the Guardian!" he yelled, waving his wand to summon his Patronus.

The previous two experiences reminded him that the Patronus Charm, which exudes positive energy and can resist all negative emotions, is not only effective against dementors, it is also effective against these evil gods and their creations from the void.

It seems that after I go back, I have to study this magic again.

He focused, thinking about the things that made him most happy and his emotions towards Hermione and the Guardians of Hogwarts.

The kitten made of silver light spun around him and Uggart quickly, and finally lay on his shoulder again.

A milky white energy shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the penetration of the evil god's power.

"Weak human wizard, you are doing useless resistance just like your ancestors. It is the most merciful thing in the world that I didn't destroy you immediately."

The evil god's huge body continued to move forward, staring at Aiwen indifferently.

"My companions and I came from the darkest corners of the world. As soon as the tentacles of human wizards touched there, we were shocked by the real scene we saw with our own eyes." It continued, "That is the present of our world, and it is also yours. The future of this world. Under the boundless ocean, there are endless secrets..."

Aiwen increased the output of magic power, and the voice became intermittent.

With the infiltration of the evil god, the energy shield in front of him was covered with cracks, which might break at any time, and the patron saint lying on his shoulder seemed to be asleep.

Aiwen clenched his fists, sweat was all over his body.

After obtaining the powerful magic power in the Slytherin locket, he has never felt that the magic power in his body is not enough like now.

"Do you want to discover the mystery of fear?" The evil god's voice came in again, "You seem to be fearless, but in the face of real fear, you have only two endings: either you are driven crazy, or these Be my disciples like the centaurs; or flee, like your forefathers, from the light, into a new dark age to find peace and safety."

"Found it, there!" Ivan finally found the source of all the magic power gathering.

He yelled to the centaur beneath him, but Ugt didn't even move.

The centaur stood there quietly, as if he had been cast with a petrification spell, or his own existence was false, like this endless illusion.

"Damn it!" Ivan swung his wand and jumped off the centaur.

He didn't know what tricks Gryffindor was playing again. Could it be that he was concentrating on playing this evil god and forgot to control these centaurs? !

This battle has reached its final moment, and everything that remains can be resolved by itself.

Chapter 366 Ai Wen's challenge succeeded

Panting, Ivan quickly passed through the crowd of fallen horses lying on the ground.

Like Ugt, the fallen horsemen were all motionless.

They lay there quietly, and the expressions on their faces remained the same for a second. They were either surprised, panicked, delighted, or flinched, to name a few.

Except for Aiwen and the evil god, the whole world seemed to stand still in an instant.

Aiwen's patron saint revolves around his body constantly, and the white energy shield protects him from the whispers of evil gods and the spreading negative emotions.

In the sky, filled with countless flesh and blood, the evil god's huge spherical body has expanded to an extent beyond ordinary people's imagination, just like the moon suddenly descending on the surface.

On its body, the constantly shaking tentacles cover the sky and the sun.

At the foot of the centaur statue in the center of the temple, Aiwen raised his head, and above his head he couldn't see anything except the evil god's body, which was full of scars and was still growing.

It was dim in front of him, but Ivan's goal was very clear.

He had just felt that all the magic power escaping from the Sorcerer's Stone was concentrated at the head of the giant centaur statue, near which the wooden statue of the evil god was hidden.

It seemed that the stone stairs specially prepared for him stood there quietly, extending straight up from the bottom of the statue, all the way to the highest point of the clouds.

Following the stone ladder, Ai Wen raised his head and glanced, feeling dizzy for a while.

"Death is death!" He made up his mind, overcame the fear deep in his heart, and ran towards the stone ladder.

In the next second, the mutation mutated.

The bodies of the stagnant horse men around him suddenly changed. Their skin rolled continuously, or bulged upwards, or sunken downwards, and their flesh and blood were torn apart abruptly.

Under the control of the evil god, the centaurs all turned into terrifying monsters.

Some parts of their bodies still retained the characteristics of the centaur, but other parts began to become horrifying and weird, with their eyes protruding outwards and their bones beginning to deform.

The original face has now turned into a huge mouth, like an open giant clam, with fangs all over the edges and tiny teeth growing inside.

In the center of the giant mouth is a huge red tongue.

There they were writhing in disgust, licking the skin on the inside of their mouths.

The fallen centaur who turned into a monster rushed towards Aiwen quickly, and Aiwen ran forward with all his strength, panting violently, and the monsters behind him were much faster than him.

There is no way to go on like this, he is not Ugert, and he cannot face these monsters head-on, he bit his lip hard, stopped, and turned around quickly.

Ivan wiped the sweat from his head, waving the wand in his hand non-stop.

Golden flames erupted from the end of his wand, it was the Fiercefire spell.

Aiwen had used this evil spell once before in Aragog's lair, and it almost burned the entire cave, including the gushing spring.

Same as last time, all the flames seemed to be alive, spinning and roaring, rushing towards the alien centaur closest to him.

The evil flame devours everything it touches. It confronts the evil god in the sky and the evil creatures it created. The two sides seem to be competing for who is more evil.

After casting the Fierce Fire Curse, Aiwen didn't even look at it, and ran straight to the stone ladder next to the statue.

He sprinted upwards with all his strength, skimming over the stairs.

Below, the flames began to morph into a swarm of beasts of fire: salamanders, chimeras, and dragons that rose, fell, and rose again.

The entire platform at the top of the temple has become a sea of ​​flames.

Countless fallen centaur aliens were played by the flames. They dodged around and seemed to be able to escape, but they were quickly engulfed by the fire from hell, turning into ashes and blowing away with the wind.

Fiendfire was raging, and those fire beasts were writhing in the flames, their claws, tentacles, and tails were flapping, and even the obsidian ground was roasted red.

With an unpleasant burnt smell, the smoke steamed upwards.

Strangely, the ground and building rock walls covered by the tentacles of the evil god did not suffer any harm, and the flames stopped there, without harming the evil god at all.

"Stupid human wizard, you tried to use your weak magic to challenge my power, but you didn't know that you were getting closer to death." The evil god said slowly.

The spherical body rolled slowly, and the huge eyes turned to the bottom, staring at Ivan with terrifying cold eyes.

"Have you ever tried the feeling of death?" it asked quietly, "but it's not the most terrifying. In the long and strange time, death also has its end."

Ivan ignored it, he was panting violently, and the stairs flashed in front of him.

He didn't know where he was running, and the stone ladder seemed to never end.

He tried not to look or think about the scene under the statue, so that he would not be so dizzy. Inside his body was the huge, rough statue of the centaur.

On the outside is the huge body of the evil god that is becoming clearer and clearer.

Countless flesh and blood were gathered and devoured by it, but it was still not satisfied, the shaking tentacles were still just phantoms, and the fleshy body was covered with scars.

Every sore was bottomless, and green slime flowed from it.

It kept saying crazy words to Ivan, disturbing his mind, but because it didn't form tentacles, it didn't have any substantial attack ability.

Aiwen climbed faster and faster, sweating like rain, and liquid even started to come out of his eyes.

He felt that he should have been tired and lay down, but his legs were still going up.

This is an endless battle. Ivan's physical strength is exhausted. He just wants to rest on the ground now, but under the oppression of the evil god, he is still squeezing himself.

Maybe this is what Gryffindor expected, to test Ivan's limits.

The instinctive fear of heights and the fear of evil gods have all been left behind by Ivan.

He is fearless now, and there is only one thought in his mind, and that is to climb up.

He wants to climb to the top, destroy the statue of the evil god, and prevent its coming.

I don't know how long the time passed, the dark sky became darker and darker, and it gradually became completely dark, the sun disappeared, and the night sky was filled with stars unconsciously.

Finally, Ivan climbed to the top of the statue.

He passed straight through the thick clouds like a vortex, the evil god's huge body was gone, and he was standing on top of the clouds now.

The scene in front of him became extremely open, and the bright and bright moonlight shone on him.

Aiwen has never seen such a blue night sky before. The Buddha here is like a fairyland. There is nothing around him except him, and countless clouds and mists are rolling under his feet.

On the circular platform in front of the clouds, Godric Gryffindor looked at him with a smile on his face. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have passed the challenge!"

Chapter 367 Fear Never Ends

Ivan was panting on the ground, and Gryffindor looked at him with a smile.

"Where's the evil god?" He glanced down, but saw nothing.

Around the platform, countless clouds were rolling, covering everything on the Moon Temple.

A dark cloud drifted past, passing directly through the bodies of Ivan and Gryffindor, their figures were looming, like a dream, and the mist made everything unreal.

"It's gone, you beat it!" said Gryffindor softly.

"But I didn't do anything, my magic didn't work on it, and I haven't destroyed the wooden statue that summoned it." Ivan said puzzled.

"You don't need to do anything, as long as you come here, you have passed the challenge." Gryffindor smiled, took out a bright red stone from his arms and handed it to Ivan, "You are the best I have ever seen Little wizard, catch this Philosopher's Stone, it is yours now!"

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone shining with soft light, a trace of longing flashed across Ivan's face.

He stretched out his hand forward, and stopped suddenly just when his fingertips were about to touch the Philosopher's Stone.