Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

It is precisely because of the existence of the red mist that he did not die in the hands of the evil god and Voldemort.

"As long as I can get the half of the Sorcerer's Stone..." Looking at the half of the Sorcerer's Stone on the altar, Ivan had such a thought in his mind.

As long as he can fuse the Sorcerer's Stone, he can use its powerful magic power to break the curse on his body, and then solve the evil god and Voldemort.

Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his wand and aimed it at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.

At this moment, Aiwen felt that it was extremely difficult for the movements that could be done easily at ordinary times. The time seemed to be as long as centuries.

"Here comes the Philosopher's Stone!" he cried, with all his might.

This is the Flying Charm, which can summon objects.

In those few seconds, Ivan looked at the Sorcerer's Stone with hope.

But it didn't move at all. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the evil god, all the magic power was out of control, and the magic was not working.

Under the torment of the curse, Aiwen's weak magic power could not summon the Sorcerer's Stone at all.

In front of him, two monsters were fighting for the Philosopher's Stone on his chest. Powerful forces fought, collided, and erupted around him, regardless of his life or death.

In the twisted magic vortex, Aiwen's consciousness became weaker and weaker.

He can no longer use magic, his eyes are dark, and his headache is getting stronger and stronger.

Now, all he could hear were the whispers of the evil god and Voldemort's horrific growls.

Ai Wen knew that everything was going to end, so it ended like this...

He was about to lose his hold, both physically and mentally.

Whether it is Voldemort or the evil god who wins the final victory, it has nothing to do with him.

In a blur, Aiwen saw a figure suddenly appear in the secret room, appearing at the focus of the battle between vampires and monsters, and the waist-length silver hair was shining with silver light.

It's Dumbledore! ! !

He finally came, and Ivan was overjoyed and became more sober.

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with a cold light, making one's heart palpitate.

Ivan had never seen him like this before, with anger in his cold eyes.

Dumbledore looked around, raising his wand high.

The white magic light quickly spread out from him as the center, like waves on the water, dispelling Voldemort's monstrous black flames and whispers of curses from evil gods.

With Dumbledore's intervention, the evil gods and Voldemort concentrated their dispersed power around Aiwen and the altar not far away, and they fought with all their might.

The two monsters seemed determined to solve everything quickly.

Amidst the surge of magic power, Aiwen felt his soul leaving his body.

He floated up, through the thick rock, above the centaur ruins.

There, he once again saw the exquisite centaur city, and saw that beautiful place that only appeared in dreams, right under his feet.

The battle between the evil god and Voldemort seems to have happened a long time ago.

Looking at the white clouds drifting slowly by his side, Aiwen thought about why he appeared here.

But his mind was blank, just like the gray color of this world.

"Is this what death feels like?" He muttered to himself, looking at the weightless body, "Have I become a ghost and stay here forever!"

Boom, boom, boom, the loud drum suddenly sounded!

Following the sudden sound, Aiwen slowly drifted downwards, and he saw many fallen horsemen gathered in front of the river's ferry.

In the real world, as the river dried up, there was only thick sand left.

Now, it is indeed a river that flows down from the mountains, goes straight through the tribes of the horsemen, and reaches deep in the Albanian woods.

Many fallen centaur ancestors came out of the ruins and gathered there. Like Aiwen, they all had milky white translucent bodies.

Following in the footsteps of the centaur, Ivan also floated there.

On the ferry is a very big boat, which is shocking.

The hull is extremely long and narrow, longer than all the boats Ivan has ever seen.

It is carved with exquisite and complex patterns, painted with purple and dark green paint, with a strange and exotic style.

Aiwen descended to the ferry and looked at the big ship curiously.

On it, a monster shaped like a white toad was beating a drum, and it seemed to be holding some kind of creature's bone in its hand.

In place of the monster's head was a clump of pink tentacles, with no eyes.

Ivan looked at the monster without feeling scared.

On the contrary, he had a kindly eccentricity about him.

Amidst the sound of the drums, the horsemen who had already gone up were beckoning to him, signaling him to go up too.

There was no expected attack, and the centaurs looked very friendly.

The state of the entire space is strange and weird, obviously very abnormal, but everywhere is peaceful, as if everything in the world should be like this.

Ai Wen hesitated for a while, and followed to the boat.

Because he felt that something was attracting him, he was very curious about everything that happened in front of him, and wanted to see what was going on.

The big ship started slowly, and the horsemen stopped talking.

They surrounded Aiwen tightly in the middle, and then Aiwen saw clearly.

Right in front of their voyage, there was no longer a dense forest, but a terrifying evil god that had just appeared.

Raindrops began to drip from the sky, dark red rain.

Just like the scene seen in the illusion, wherever the rain hits, on the ground, on the river, on the trees, a lot of blood-colored foam began to appear everywhere.

It was followed by layers of green film, which looked disgusting.

They are like green moss or algae that suddenly grow several times taller, appearing and covering one by one, and strange plants that do not belong to the earth begin to emerge.

In the deep red blood rain, it grows rapidly.

The wriggling tentacles of the evil god are like the roots of a huge tree, and the huge mouth full of fangs and blood is aimed at the direction of the ship where Ivan is.

It is necessary to change the forward direction, and if this continues, it will eventually be swallowed by the evil god.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Ai Wen woke up.

In an instant, the strange feeling of peace that had been surrounding him disappeared, and he saw countless centaurs with cold faces like undead around him.

Not far away, the strange creature beating the drum was not as friendly as before.

It looks so weird now, the countless pink tentacles on the head are covered with tiny fangs.

The souls of the surrounding fallen centaurs are rapidly dissipating, being ruthlessly devoured by it.

Chapter 428 The Book of Abraham, Book Three

In this weird space, all the surrounding scenes revealed an evil and strange atmosphere.

Aiwen wanted to stop in the past, but he was tightly surrounded by the souls of the fallen centaur.

They blocked him like a thick wall, and his body was as cold as ice.

The big boat moved forward slowly, and the huge body of the evil god became more and more clear.

Its body was twisted and ugly, as seen in visions.

It's like a sac that has been magnified countless times, or it's like a huge tree root with countless branches.

It slowly floated up from the horizon, floating in mid-air, and opened the huge mouth in the middle to wait for Ivan.

The big mouth was filled with green mucus and covered with many black fangs.

On its uneven body, there are many mouths of different shapes, which are set off by the surrounding wrinkled skin.

Above the evil god's head, at the extreme edges of the black flesh, the two large disproportionate eyes were staring at Ivan.

The crimson eyeballs rolled slowly inside, moving with Ivan's position.

Numerous tentacles around its body wriggled restlessly, with eyes or sharp claws hanging from them.

Because it was too huge, the evil god's body kept tearing open one after another, like countless giant throats that opened and closed without end.

The light green liquid rolled out from inside, polluting the surrounding environment.

"Little human wizard, surrender to the fear in front of you!" It said slowly, "Give me the Philosopher's Stone, then kneel and tremble on the ground, a great existence is about to come, begging is the only thing you can do. "

Hearing the evil god's call, Aiwen subconsciously wanted to cast the protection spell.

This spell has a strong resistance to all negative emotions and protects him from the spiritual power of evil gods.

In the phantom, Ivan has tried it and achieved good results.

When he put his right hand on his waist, he realized that he didn't have a wand.

He looked around blankly, not knowing what to do.

This strange space that suddenly appeared, and the absurd scene in front of him were very strange.

In the centaur temple, the evil god and Voldemort are fighting, and it has not yet come to the real world.

Aiwen began to wonder what it was that he saw now.

Could it be that he entered an illusion again, an illusion created by the evil god.

None of this is real, it never happened, and nothing to worry about.

But Ivan has an inexplicable feeling that if he is really swallowed by the evil god in front of him, then everything will end.

No, he must escape!

He pushed hard the centaur in front of him, squeezed to the edge of the big boat and jumped off.

The water was turbulent, and Aiwen tried his best to move forward, hoping to stay away from the evil god.

He didn't know how to escape from this space, but he still remembered that Dumbledore had arrived before he entered.

As long as you persevere, there will be a way.

"Stupid human, you are doing useless resistance just like your predecessors!" The evil god's huge body leaned forward, staring at Aiwen indifferently, "It's ridiculous, I didn't destroy you immediately, you are already the most powerful person in the world!" Merciful thing."

"You don't know that my companions and I have existed since the birth of this world, and we parasitized in the darkest corners of the world." The evil god said in a cold voice, "We were still very weak at that time. , but with the continuous supply of evil, darkness, fear, greed and other negative forces in your hearts, we have slowly become stronger."

The evil god continued to move forward, and its tentacles could already touch Ivan.

"Thousands of years ago, your ancestors once detected the space where we exist. As soon as their tentacles touched there, they were shocked by the real scene they saw with their own eyes." The evil god said slowly, "That is the space where we exist. The present of your world is also the future of your world. Remember, there are endless secrets hidden under the boundless ocean..."

In the next second, the tentacles of the evil god directly rolled up Ivan, no matter how much he struggled.

The evil god lifted Ai Wen in front of him, as if preparing to swallow him in one gulp.

"Human wizard, do you want to explore our world like your ancestors, and go there to discover the mysteries of fear?" The voice of the evil god sounded deep in Aiwen's mind, "You have a Sorcerer's Stone on you, which means that you Already have the qualifications to enter our world. But your ending is already doomed, either you are driven crazy and become our believers like other creatures; An illusory peace and security."

The evil god's tentacles entangled Aiwen tightly, and underneath was its huge body, like a black mountain.

It stared blankly at Ivan with cold eyes, and slowly opened its big mouth.

"Come on, take a look at the most real fear in the world, and come to meet your end!"

Without any warning, its tentacles loosened suddenly, and Aiwen fell vertically from a high altitude.

Seeing the evil god getting closer, his heart beat violently.

As the evil god said, everything is about to end...

Ai Wen didn't know what the world where the evil god was like, and he didn't want to visit there.

Not surprisingly, as long as he is swallowed by the evil god, he will surely die!

He tried his best, but he couldn't think of a way to solve the current predicament.

This real illusion created by the evil god, everything that happened here was beyond his understanding.

No matter which magic book it is, such absurd things and terrifying magic will not be recorded in it.

Just when Ivan thought so, a thick magic book suddenly flew out of his body.

The pages of the book were glowing with golden light, and they were flipping quickly in front of Ai Wen, as if being blown by a gust of wind.