Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan gripped the wand and tried to keep an eye on the dim tunnel ahead.

He wanted to see exactly what it was, but the poor vocabulary in his mind could no longer accurately and concretely describe the three monsters that were approaching.

Ivan can only describe it in a more intuitive way, with three five-foot-high red giant crustaceans in front of him.

In species classification, it may be closer to fungi.

To be precise, they appear to be a mixture of beetles and fungi.

They buzz, their elongated bodies split into sections like insects, and their bare scaly surfaces are all thin, uneven folds.

Six pairs of barbed claws curled together in front of the body, seemingly protecting something and creeping irregularly intermittently.

Behind us is a huge pair of dark red flesh wings whose surface has rotted and on which the flesh masses are slowly falling off.

Soon, a large number of tiny beige worms climbed out of the inside of the wound, attached to the mucus, and re-dragged the falling meat mass up and back to its original position.

The whole process was so disgusting that Ivan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Fear is like a thin snake wrapped around the dull air, waving the tongue of a gorilla as if to suffocate him immediately.

Uggart around didn't move, Ivan didn't move.

He raised his wand to the heights in front of him, and through the dark light, he saw the heads of the three monsters, exactly as he had seen those horrible statues before.

Their heads are attached to green vortex-shaped oval blocks, as if they were randomly trimmed bushes filled with caves of varying sizes.

These creatures are the monsters that Ivan saw in the murals all the way, and they are not horseman imaginations, whether they were summoned from the void or created by magic. All in all, they are now living in reality.

“The creation of evil gods!” Uggart mumbled softly, with a clear disdain in his voice.

Then, without any warning, the strong horseman slipped and stormed the past.

His sharp, long-gun heights raised him with unparalleled momentum and enough power to tear the dragon apart.

Ivan hastily followed, waving the wand with several spells to accompany Ugart's attack.

Three monsters, huge wings dancing fast, easily escaped Ivan's attack.

They buzz, their horrible heads shake, and they change slightly.

Muscles are peristaltic and holes of varying sizes begin to change.

Ivan felt a hint of weak magic, very strange, magic he had never encountered, which was too weird.

He wanted to remind Uggart that the next second, before he could scream, he saw Uggart suddenly stop before he was about to rush to the monster.

His hands drooped helplessly on either side of his body, his eyes closed and his demeanor very unusual.

Evan doesn't know what happened to this mighty Horseman Warrior. Obviously, the other guy's magic worked, and Uggart was hypnotized.

He was completely under the control of the other side, losing consciousness of rebellion and no longer thinking of attacking.

Leaving Ivan shouting out there, the horseman, as if he hadn't heard, walked forward with his hooves, getting closer and closer to the three monsters.

The claws in front of the monster crept, slowly opening outward to reveal the area of protection in the center.

This time, Ivan saw clearly that, in what was supposed to be the inside of the body, it was a round reddish brown mouth with fangs inside.

Three mouths chewed constantly, stretched, and the mucosa, viscera, blood, flesh pieces and other things mixed together, constantly opened, closed, and opened.

Under the monster's control, Ugart bent down, pointing his head towards his nearest mouth, walking one step at a time...

If he stuffs his head in that mouth full of fangs, you can imagine what's going to happen, presumably just pounding, and the watermelon is chopped with countless knives.

“Damn it!” Ivan waved his wand hastily, sending out several magics in a row.

The spell moves forward quickly, and as soon as it comes into contact with the monster's body, the air around them appears to instantly become a viscous oily object, which corresponds to the apparent slowing down of the spell light emitted by Ivan.

The monsters easily avoided Evan's attack and did not know where the buzzing sounds from became louder, seemingly expressing anger and dissatisfaction with Evan or mocking his ignorance.

Uggart stood still and stared at the front.

After a brief, invisible exchange, the two monsters flew over, like Ivan, and the holes in their heads kept creeping.

Weird magic fluctuations flashed by, Ivan blurred in front of him, and the fog grew more and more cloudy around him, not knowing where the yellow mist from covered him.

He's still in the Horseman Temple, but he doesn't seem to be here.

In the hazy yellow fog, Ivan couldn't see the direction and was completely lost in it, slowly thinking nothing, hearing only one voice in front of him and talking to himself.

Ivan couldn't hear what the other guy was saying, and he slowly moved forward, maybe closer to listening carefully to the sound and knowing why he was here.

Even though Ivan felt bad deep down, he couldn't stop himself, and he moved uncontrollably and slowly bent down...

The closer you approach, the clearer your ambiguous voice becomes.

They seem to be shouting Ivan's name, and some emotion in the body seems to have been sucked away, leaving only endless fears and lonely souls in the body.

Past memories flashed through Ivan's mind like slides, from far to near.

He knows a dark magic that acts like a soul, but he can't remember anything for a second.

Ivan remembers coming to Hogwarts, creating a newspaper, working with Harry to defeat the Snake Monster, returning to the castle a thousand years ago, helping Sirius Black grab Little Love Peter, and dating Hermione for the first time, studying magic alone in the middle of the night, the clearer his memories became.

Then he remembered his conversation with Gryffindor himself.

And those giant eyes that I saw outside the temple were also in the fog, but that feeling was much stronger than it is now.

He remembered how he had done it, without hesitation, and Ivan raised his wand consciously and shouted loudly, "Call for the Guardian! ”

The sudden emergence of the Guardian God dispersed all the negative emotions, and Ivan found himself in the temple of the Horseman, surrounded by no fog at all.

His shoulder had been grabbed tightly by a monster's claw and his head was being stuffed into the huge mouth with fangs in the middle of his body.

The white barrier spreads outwards under the patron saint of Evan.

The action stars of the three monsters slowed down and seemed instinctive to try to escape, but before they could make a move, they were brutally hit by the horseman.

The long guns in Uggart's hands stabbed three monsters so hard that they messed up their bodies, so much flesh was scattered everywhere, and the passage was stained with green blood.

“Thank you, humans!” Uggart finally stopped next to Ivan and said out loud, "You saved my life, I owe you! ”