Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan lay down on the floor, panting, and Gryffindor smiled at him.

“What about the evil god?” He looked down and saw nothing.

Countless clouds roll around the platform, covering everything on the Moon Temple.

A cloud drifts through the diameter of Ivan and Griffindor, whose shadows, like dreams, mist make everything untrue.

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

“But I didn't do anything, my magic didn't work on it, and I didn't destroy the wooden statue that summoned it.” Ivan puzzled.

“There is no need to do anything, just come here and you have passed the challenge.” Gryffindor smiled and took a bright red stone out of his arms and handed it to Ivan, "You're the best little wizard I've ever seen. Catch this magic stone, it's yours now! ”

Evan's face flashed with a desire as he watched the magic stone flash with a soft glow.

He reached forward and stopped suddenly when his fingertips were about to touch the magic stone.

A suddenly rising warning inside him restrained his desire.

There seemed to be something wrong, and he remembered that Gryffindor had previously told himself that Voldemort had left a magic on this magic stone.

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

Gryffindor looked so unnatural with a smile on his face.

Rather than saying that the smile was an elderly smile of goodwill, it would be better to say that it was a mockery of restraint.

In the fog, his mouth raised exaggerated to both sides, becoming more uncoordinated, as if it wasn't what humans should have...

After a cold attack, Evan swallowed his saliva and grabbed the wand consciously in his right hand.

“What are you waiting for, catch this magic stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard, trust me...” The sound of Griffindor seems to be coming from a very distant place, although it is within easy reach.

Evan listened clearly, and these voices echoed in his mind.

When he mentioned power, Ivan was almost certain that this guy was a phony.

Gryffindor would never say those words, and he had always stressed that power was not of the utmost importance.

The challenge is not over. You must destroy the wooden statue of the evil god yourself.

The evil god who became a Griffin diverse was still laughing, but the atmosphere was getting depressed.

Its laughter sounds deepest and deeper into Ivan's heart, and it grows louder and louder, accompanied by the frequency of heartbeats, dong, dong, dong...

Evan feels his heart is about to explode with this torturous sound, some fluid flowing out of his nostrils and orbit.

His magic began to dissipate, and his powers were raging against each other.

Ivan gasped, holding on to a hard wand, his right hand raised to the top of the slope and a light green spell erupted, passing through Gryffindor's body in front of him.

He has no entity, but a phantom phantom.

“Young human wizard, you rejected me and made the stupidest decision. ”

Gryffin stepped forward, his face twisted and deformed, and the corners of his mouth widened.

Countless pieces of green mucus and flesh fell out of it, his body expanding rapidly, creating a rotten tentacle, like the most terrifying nightmare.

The touch moves forward slowly and seems to want to touch Ivan's skin.

“Echo guard!” Ivan shouted loudly.

The silver Guardian spins out, and the bright white fog blocks between them.

“Young human wizards, you do not yet understand the true meaning of magic, you have not suffered the collapse of the realms, you are only the lowest being in the world. ”

Gryffindor's face turned completely evil, his hands waved and patted on the light screen, his mouth said crazy, meaningless words, “Poor ant, you're just a puppet in the hands of a puppet, doing a useless struggle in front of the unknown powerful..."

Evan augmented the magic delivery, repressed for seconds, or centuries, and then suddenly he realized he should run.

Ignoring the evil god in front of him, he stopped worrying about the surrounding environment and continued up the narrow hollow staircase next to the platform, rushing towards the front.

Through the thick mist of light, the evil god continued to beat behind his thick tentacles, with the power of madness, becoming more ruthless and ruthless, as if to photograph Wen's body in half.

Ivan gasped, and on the top table, he saw a dimly lit wooden statue, like the root stem of a certain plant, which the evil gods had shrunk countless times.

He thought without thinking, waving the wand, the red spell light flashed by.

Unexpectedly, the wooden statue broke into pieces and dissipated into a dot of starlight in the air.

The madness of the evil gods gradually faded away, but it was still so clear that it came, “Poor lamb, you defeated me in your illusion, but you didn't know you were entering another more terrible illusion, fearful as a shadow, never disappearing, never ending..."

When Ivan looked up and saw Gryffindor smiling and standing in front of him again, he calmed down.

He stepped back in surprise and raised his wand vigilantly, but Gryffindor waved carelessly, with a stronger smile on his face.

“Come on, Ivan!” He said with a laugh, "The guy disappeared, and now there's just the two of us. ”

“How can you guarantee that you are a real Griffindor, not that evil god impersonating you?” Ivan hesitated to ask, freezing to the extreme.

His heart beats so hard that he can no longer distinguish between illusion and reality that he feels like he's going crazy.

“I can't prove anything, because I never really existed, just part of this illusion magic, a consciousness that remains here.” Gryffindor laughed and said, "You just did a great job, and you got my approval. Whether you want to believe it or not, I'm going to tell you, you passed the challenge. ”

The first time I heard that sentence was a surprise, and now it sounds totally frightening.

Gryffindor didn't seem surprised by Evan's performance, and he waved, "I know you have a lot of doubts, in fact, that the evil god you saw doesn't exist in real history. Ugart had better luck than you, and when he arrived at the top of the temple, that evil ritual had not yet been completed and he had succeeded in stopping everything. ”

“What just appeared?” Ivan gasped.

“As you can see, it was conceived and deduced by me and presented to you with magical powers.” Gryffindor laughed as if he were explaining a trivial little thing, "In the real world, the so-called evil god did not eventually come to life, it was just angry at the last minute, using all its power to break the void and split the magic stone I left in half, that's all. ”