Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Between the two most evil dark monsters, Ivan feels very bad.

Whatever he wants to do, even send a spell.

However, the arms cannot be lifted heavily.

He felt his magic, the magic stones hanging from his chest, and the magic stone lights on the altar not far away blending slowly.

It was the presence of the red fog of light that prevented him from dying in the hands of the evil gods and Voldemort.

“As long as we can get that half magic stone...” Looking at that half magic stone on the altar, Ivan had this thought in his mind.

Once the magic stone is merged, he can use its powerful powers to break the curse on his body and solve the demons of Evil and Voldemort.

Thinking about it, he struggled to raise his wand and point it at the magic stone on the altar.

At a time when it's usually easy to do, Ivan feels unusually difficult, as if centuries have passed.

“Magic stone flying!” He shouted loudly, using all his strength.

It's a flying spell that can summon objects.

In those seconds, Ivan looked at the magic stone with hope.

But it actually didn't move, and in the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and Evil God, all the magic was out of control and magic didn't work.

Under the torment of the curse, Ivan's weak magic simply cannot summon the Magic Stone.

Before him, two monsters were competing for the magic stone on his chest, and powerful forces were fighting, colliding, and erupting beside him, completely disregarding his death.

In the twisted swirl of magic, Ivan's consciousness became weaker and weaker.

He can't use magic anymore, he's getting dark in front of his eyes, and he's getting a headache.

Now he can only hear the whispers of evil gods and Voldemort's terrible roar.

Ivan knew it was over, so it ended...

He's going to be unable to hold on, physically or mentally.

Voldemort and the devil, whoever triumphed in the end, had nothing to do with him.

In the blur, Ivan saw a figure suddenly appearing in the Chamber of Secrets, in the spotlight of vampire and monster warfare, and the silver long waist flashed with silver.

It's Dumbledore!!!

He finally came and Ivan was happy and sober.

Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkle with an icy glow, palpitating.

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

Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand in the heights.

White magic lights spread rapidly outward around him, like waves on the water, removing Voldemort's fierce black flames and evil god's cursed whispers.

With Dumbledore's intervention, evil gods and Voldemort concentrated their dispersed power around Ivan and not far from the altar, making every effort to compete.

The two monsters seem determined to resolve everything quickly.

Evan feels his soul leaving his body in the midst of the magic surge.

He drifted up through the thick rock and over the horseman's ruins.

Once again, he saw the beautiful city of the Horseman, the beautiful place that only appeared in his dreams, at his feet.

The battle between the evil gods and Voldemort seemed like a long time ago.

Looking at the white clouds drifting slowly around me, Ivan thought about why he was here.

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

“Is this the feeling of death?” He muttered to himself and looked at his body without weight, "Have I become a ghost and stayed here forever! ”

dong dong dong, loud drums suddenly sounded!

Following a sudden sound, Ivan slowly drifted down, and he saw many fallen horses concentrated in front of the river's ferry.

In the real world, only thick sand remains there due to the drying up of river water.

Now it is indeed a river that flows down the mountain, passing straight through the Ma tribe, all the way to the depths of the Albanian forest.

Many of the Fallen Horse ancestors came out of the ruins and gathered there, like Ivan, in milk-white translucent bodies.

Follow the horseman's footsteps and Ivan floats there too.

It's a big, big boat on the ferry, and it's shocking.

The hull is incredibly narrow and longer than any boat Ivan has ever seen.

It has a beautifully engraved and complex texture, purple and dark green paint and a quirky exotic style.

Ivan descended to the ferry and curiously measured the ship.

Up there, there's a white toad shaped monster banging on the drum, and it looks like it's holding some kind of creature's bone in its hand.

The monster's head is long with a series of pink tentacles and no eyes.

Ivan looked at the monster and didn't feel scared.

On the contrary, he has a strange feeling of kindness.

In the drums, the horses who had gone up waved at him, indicating that he was also following.

Without the expected attack, the horseman also seemed very friendly.

The state of the entire space is strange, obviously very unusual, but everywhere is cheerful, as if all things in the world were supposed to be.

Ivan hesitated for a while and followed him to the boat.

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

The ship slowly started, and the horses stopped talking.

They surrounded Ivan tightly in the middle, then Ivan saw clearly.

Just ahead of their voyage, they are no longer lush forests, but just emerging evil gods of terror.

Tick-tock starts dropping in the sky, dark red rain.

As you can see in the illusion, everywhere the rain reaches, on the ground, on the river, on the trees, there is a lot of bloody bubble.

This is followed by a layer of green film, which looks disgusting.

They are like green mosses or algae that suddenly grow a few times taller, and pieces of strange plants that do not belong to the planet begin to emerge.

In dark red blood rain, growing fast.

The evil god flipped his wriggling tentacles, like the rootstock of a giant tree, and that giant mouth filled with pointy teeth and blood pointed towards the direction of Ivan's ship.

It is necessary to change the way forward, so that it will eventually be devoured by evil gods.

A cold breeze broke through and Ivan woke up.

Moments later, the strange feeling that had surrounded him all along disappeared, and he saw himself surrounded by countless faces of cold horseman like a dead spirit.

Not far away, the strange creature that drummed wasn't as kind as before.

It now looks so weird, with pink tentacles all over its head and tiny pointed teeth.

The soul of the surrounding fallen horse is rapidly dissipating and ruthlessly devoured by it.