Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 410: Cities in Dreamland

The familiar feeling was unusually obvious, but Ivan couldn't remember where he'd seen each other.

This man's body is strong, his face is full of meat, and with this peculiar outfit, Ivan would never forget it if he had seen him before.

Although this is definitely the first time we've seen each other, this feeling...

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that something was wrong, that the magic fluctuations in the air were changing slightly, and that the other party was looking at itself and Sirius with magic.

This is a particularly advanced technique, and if it hadn't been for more than a month, Le Méridien would not have noticed this subtle change in writing ancient magic with the magic that must be mobilized within him to experience the magic changes in the completion of different magic.

With this magic, if not too far away, the other party is able to grasp the exact position of Evan and Sirius at any time.

The purpose of using such magic in such an occasion is self-evident.

Ivan whispered a few words in Sirius' ears, then quickly pulled out the wand, chanted a spell, and the white light flashed past him.

He applied a counter-detection spell to break each other's magic.

Sirius also pulled out his wand, pointing directly at the three opposite.

Just for a moment, the loud conversation in the bar hall stopped.

Everyone is looking in this direction, and a lot of faces show up ready to watch the show.

In fact, the three guys across the street were also very surprised that Ivan was able to break the magic he had cast, and they didn't think that this seemed like a 12- or 3-year-old teenager would actually find that magic and respond quickly, which was beyond imagination.

All three of them focused their eyes on Evan and then shifted to the brightening wand in Sirius' hands.

They were stiff and sitting motionless.

The light at the end of the Sirius wand tells the three of them very clearly that if they dare to move, they will be struck by the spell that comes face to face.

“What are you doing? Go outside if you want to fight!” The waitress rushed over and yelled at the three men in heavy robes, "Out, out! ”

At the sirius eye of Ivan and Sirius, the three people across the street quickly got up and left the bar.

Because it's close, Ivan can smell a bad smell.

It's like something's rotten and spoiled, coming out of their robes and headscarves.

It wasn't until they walked down the hall under the bright candlelight that Evan noticed that their robes were covered with black plaques, all clots of clotted blood.

“Fucking vampires!” The waitress whispered.

So the three of them are vampires, no wonder their skin looks so pale.

Perhaps, as the waitress said before, women and children are the target of vampire hunting, and perhaps they see Ivan as food, which is why they cast that magic.

It's a special magic that vampires can use, and it's usually hard for a wizard to spot.

Things seemed so simple, but Evan always felt something was wrong.

As the man in the middle stood up, the familiar feeling grew stronger in his mind.

In addition to unfamiliar familiarity, this time a dangerous omen has been added.

It's like being stared at by a beast, and Ivan's sweat is all upside down.

He kept thinking about it until he fell asleep.

In obscurity, he seemed to have caught something, but in a blink of an eye he entered the dream.

When Ivan opened his eyes he found himself in a dark stone room.

Surrounded by endless darkness, even the ground and surrounding walls are black.

It took a long time for him to realize that he was in a dream.

From either point of view, this sudden dream is too real.

Ivan doesn't like this feeling, it's not that simple.

It should be some kind of magic beyond his abilities, and he's definitely being targeted by something weird and powerful.

With a little light, he saw a man standing in front of him.

He's tall, wears a thick black robe, a funny turban on his head, and that's the vampire Ivan just met downstairs at the bar.

He stared at Ivan and made a gruesome laugh.

Evan just remembered why he saw a feeling of acquaintance, the man he had previously seen in Le May's prophecy basin.

As before, he seemed prepared to do something to cast horrible black magic.

The feeling of danger is getting stronger, the situation is getting weirder...

Soon, however, the thick fog began to rise around the area, covering everything up.

When the fog dissipates, the black stone chamber and the man disappear.

Dream shifting, at this moment Ivan stands on a tall, cloudy terrace.

The clouds flowed by him, beneath him, a beautiful city.

Ivan shook his head and took two steps forward to make his view clearer.

In front of it is a beautiful city with a golden glow, and the buildings are similar to what he had seen before in the Horseman tribe, but more contemplative.

The silver river runs through and divides the city into two pieces.

Stacked red roofs and old pointed hill walls climb the hillside just north, providing a cover for the grass-green pebbled alleys below.

The terrace is directly underneath and is a large square in rectangle.

The fountain of the obsidian base is sprayed with springs of water that shine in the sun, flowering clusters of flowers and magnificent statues arranged around the square.

The ancient and mysterious atmosphere surrounds the city, as if it were a thick cloud covered in an unvisited mountain range that exists only in the legendary mountains.

As just now, Ivan doesn't like this feeling.

This dead horseman city may be the remains of an 800 year old horseman in the forest, but it's definitely not what it looks like in real life.

From his location, he should now be standing at the central temple of the Horseman City.

Ivan turned back and saw a magnificent statue 100 meters tall, the evil god he had previously seen in his illusions summoned by the fallen horseman.

He took a deep breath and this monster dragged himself into this dream?! What is the purpose of this?!

Evan subconsciously touched the pendant box on his chest, and if this evil god has begun to regain his power, he must want to take away half his magic stone.

You know, the enormous amount of magic in a magic stone is an essential energy for it to return from the void to the real world.