Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Ah, damned magic!” Yalianna screams, "These are my souls, my strength! ”

It jumped forward, but then backed away and screamed.

Yalianna can't touch the cage that surrounds her, and the devil's claws are filled with silk fog.

“You're all going to die, you're all going to die!” Arianna cursed, waving her claws hard, and the divine madness reached the extreme, "I want you to live forever, I want to torment your souls! ”

“Now, Wizard, destroy that altar, it's our only chance.” Shuklia urged.

No need to remind her that Ivan has arrived at the Devil's Altar, looking at the ancient and complicated magic tattoos on it.

The main body of the altar is an irregular pentagram shaped using materials that Ivan has not seen, like wood, like stone, with many ancient texts that Ivan had seen in the mirror before.

The middle position is marked with a demon pattern with pupil-like red holes.

The bright red, deep round hole extends down like a man's throat, and the previous soul is sucked into it.

The inside of the hole is a lot of wrinkles, and it keeps opening and contracting, giving Ivan a feeling that this thing is a living thing.

He simply weighed, lifted the wand, quickly chanted the spell, and the dark green rays of light gathered over his wand.

The agglomeration of magic grew stronger and more quickly reached the limits that Ivan could control.

The wand forwards forcefully, green rays of light flashing past, leaving a deep ditch on the Devil's altar in front of Evan.

Yalianna, trapped in a cage, made another scream, lying on the ground, and seemed to be badly hurt.

But not fatally, Ivan's magic did not destroy the Devil's altar, and the fragments on it were gradually being repaired...

“This won't work, we'll have to use the power of the Magic Stone!” Ivan frowned and looked at the altar in front of him.

He wasn't sure which magic to use, which certainly wasn't the right way to destroy this demon altar.

Like a Horcrux, it cannot be destroyed by ordinary spells, and only a Horcrux can be truly destroyed by using magic beyond its protective power or by inflicting damage with a special weapon so that it can no longer repair itself.

“The living man attacked the hole, and the devil's soul resided in it.” The witch who had been lying on the ground suddenly said, "The expression on his face will not let go of me, I must destroy it, I must destroy it. ”

“Is its soul hidden inside?! ”

“Yes, believe me, I made this altar, and I put my soul in it, raising this demon with virgin blood and soul.” The Witch says frantically that there is hatred in the voice, "with your blood, fill it with your blood, so that the power of the demon inside is no longer pure, so that it can destroy its soul. ”

Ivan looked at the ghost of this witch and at the shrinking hole in the center of the Devil's Altar.

“Better not!” He softly said.

Even if he no longer understands demonic black magic, he knows that it is not a good idea to pour his own blood into the demonic altar, and the other party has no peace of mind.

Even if this really beats the devil, Ivan's fate is not going anywhere.

But what the Witch just said reminded him that making Ivan realize that this circular aperture leads straight to the Devil's soul is its weakness, so...

He pushed the wand down into the telescopic hole with the quickest speed and re-chanted the spell.

A blue magic spell flashed across Ivan's cane tip, and the next second, a massive influx of highly corrosive liquids continued to emerge, a reinforced version of the corrosion spell that could destroy everything that was encountered.

“No, no, stop it!” Yalianna shouted, louder and weaker.

It falls on the ground with constant convulsions, muscle spasms, atheism in both eyes, as if something were about to burst out of the body, pale skin appearing red and faint, it feels the burning in the body spreading, tearing it apart a little bit.

Yalianna's face twisted, and it stretched its terrible claws upwards and let loose again.

Its demonic body changed rapidly in shaking, returning to its previous human form and becoming a weak woman.

It's all over, it feels its soul is leaving, and this nightmare will eventually come back to life.

The whole space vibrated violently, centered on the Devil Altar in front of Evan.

“Success!” murmured Ivan, controlling the wand to continue to eject plenty of fluid.

“No, you destroyed my altar, you destroyed that demon!” The soul of the witch is still screaming wildly, the expression on his face is still twisted to the extreme, “What did you do, what did you inject into it, I told you to use blood...”

“Fuck off!” Ivan said, ignoring this guy, pulled out the wand and ran off to the side of Shuklia.

He heard a crisp sound, a broken mirror in which the world was collapsing.

“Let's get out of here, come on!” Ivan said, looking at the quiet face of Shuklia.

Her body had become almost completely transparent, her strength dissipated and she could dissipate at any moment.

“You go away, I'm not going to leave, I'm going to stay here and put a final rest mark on this heinous painting that lasted more than 500 years.” Shuklia calmly said, looking down at the owl on Ivan's left wrist, “Wizard, this sacred object is my gift to you, but I want you to come to my tribe and say sorry to my ancestors, I have failed their expectations, and if there is an afterlife, I will strive to be the best big wizard doctor. Leave, this sacred object will lead you to my tribe..."

“I'll be there!” Evan said solemnly.

He touched the pendant on his hand, and his strange abilities emanated, and his body turned into an energy form of an owl.

He flew up, circled in mid-air, watched Shoulia cross the ground to Arianna, and walked towards the witch.

With a smile on her face, she gently lifted the witch's arm, as if she were the happiest bride.

It was a wedding that was more than 500 years late, and although it had been a mistake, it was the biggest dream in Sukriyah.

Whatever you become, whatever you do, as long as I love you, it's enough.

Evan looked at them again and raised his head higher and higher, leaving the world created by this demon.

If there is an afterlife, he hopes that Shuklia will find the love that truly belongs to her and meet the man who also loves her.