Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Sirius opened his eyes and couldn't believe what was happening.

A woman's figure gradually appeared in a red-light mirror, Yalianna, whom he and Ivan had met before.

She was still wearing noble clothes from a hundred years ago, and her expression was indifferent, but slightly different.

Her skin grew whiter, unhealthy white with strange red eyes and a long tongue.

What's most shocking is that horn over your head, that's a black horn, not very long, but the symbol of the devil.

“Devil!” Elena gasped and said that she knew it was the most wicked black magic and had been extinct for a long time.

Due to nervousness, her left hand held Sirius' arm tightly and her body leaned as close to him as possible.

She forced herself to open her eyes and look at the strange picture in front of her, an ugly skull and a gloomy demonic woman in the mirror.

Sirius also stared at each other, holding on to the wand in his hand, and he tried the phantom in a dark way, without any effect.

“Oh, it's you, teacher from Boothbaton, where's the little wizard with you?!” Arianna said in a careless tone, "That's disappointing. I thought you could crack that woman's magic. ”

“You are the real devil...”

“Be careful of the words, living man, the devil I raise, I am the master of this place!” The skull interrupted Sirius and shouted with a sharp voice, "Although my joyful memories are not over, since Arianna is out, your lives should be over. Kill them, my darling, I want to taste that witch's blood. I can't wait! ”

“as you wish.” In the mirror, Yalianna stretched out a finger with bright red nails.

She pointed hard at Sirius and Elena, and the chains above the room wobbled.

They were dancing fast in the air, attacking two people like snakes, with terrible noises.

Sirius shook his wand and cast a spell, knocking off an iron chain, and he and Elena climbed up from the bone pile.

His wounds have recovered and, although still a little painful, do not affect the fighting.

He and Elena kept beating off the chains flying beside them, and Elena performed well, giving full play to a qualified arrogant power, and Sirius used a deformation spell, a magic commonly used by Ivan, but with little effect.

Forward, chains continue to fly, seemingly endlessly.

Weird force fields surround them, and their magic gathers slower and slower...

Sirius didn't know how long he would last. The two demons across the street didn't seem to plan to get rid of them quickly. Arianna floated in the mirror, laughing and laughing, and the skull outside chattered and said crazy words.

It's playing tricks on them, and it's fun!

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Inside, Ivan quickly turned away after knowing Sirius and Elena were in danger, but Shoulia stopped him.

“Your companions went into that room, and they had become the prey of that demon.” Shuklia said calmly, "But don't worry, they'll be fine for a while, we have enough time. According to past habits, the devil likes to torture his prey to death and admire their desperate expression and cry before he dies. Wizard, if you want to save them, you can only choose to help me. Only I know how to destroy that demon, and only I can succeed. ”

“How?” Ivan asked anxiously, "To destroy that mirror you said, that demon entity?! ”

“No, you won't succeed. That mirror is sturdy and no magic can destroy it. ”

When he heard Shooklia, Ivan instantly thought of the Horcrux.

The same is true of the Horcruxes, which, although they may have been very ordinary in texture, are protected by powerful magic and can only be destroyed by special methods.

Ivan doesn't know the devil, and he's not sure it's the same as a Horcrux.

All he knows is that summoning or defeating demons must involve demon altars again, which is the key to everything.

“Devil Altar?! ”

“Yes, only by destroying the Devil's Altar can it be completely defeated!” Shuklia nodded, "It took me hundreds of years to slowly realize that the Devil's Altar was inside the mirror, and we had to go in there to have hope. ”

“What can I do to get into the world in the mirror?” Ivan frowned and asked.

“Only with the devil's consent can we get into its mirror, and I can't help it.” Shuklia said, looking Ivan in the eye, "but we now have an opportunity, and that's one of the reasons why I want you to help me. All you have to do, according to the demon, is destroy this totem with the blood of the demon that it gave you and the magic that I left here, and the soul that inhabited the castle will lose its natural sanctuary and recover to what it was, and the demon will surely have to eat them. While the mirror devours the soul, we follow it in and find the Devil's Altar and destroy it. ”

“Wait, I'm a soul with you? ”

“Yes, if you put this tribal sacred object around your neck, the souls of your ancestors will protect you.” Shoklia points to an owl hanging from a totem, "it helps you to become a special form of energy, somewhat like a soul state that allows you to come into the mirror with us. ”

Turning into a special form of energy similar to the soul, Evan has never heard of, a force belonging to Shaman's magic.

In the magic of wizards, the only way to do this is through the dark magic of the soul, and the process is irreversible.

“Tell me your choice, Wizard?” Shuklia said calmly, "Running or fighting, if we fail, we will all be swallowed up by that demon as its strength, but in any case this nightmare will end. ”

“I promise you!” Ivan said, determined.

He has carefully considered that there is nothing wrong with what Shuklia has said and that it is the only solution at present.

The only thing to worry about now is how powerful that demon is and whether it can't be resolved smoothly.

There's no point in staying here worrying if you've ever been able to fight, judging only by seeing it with your own eyes, and Ivan has never been afraid of fighting.

Under the watchful eye of Shocklia, he went up and removed the owl above the totem, gent magic flowed slowly from the pendant into the body, natural forces surrounded him, his body changed at a rate visible to the naked eye...

In the blink of an eye, Ivan turned into a ghostform of an owl!