Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“This power, what happened?” The Messenger of Disaster looked up in dismay.

The wand in his hand stopped, and the ongoing summoning ceremony suddenly lost control, and his magic became chaotic...

He felt strange forces flashing by, ancient and powerful, but seemingly acquainted.

On more than one occasion he felt this power in the ruins of the Great Vortex of Cariboudis, a power belonging to that ancient god, a power that Raven's Claw had been pursuing, a gift left to them by Ms. Royna Ravenk.

Though not aware of the nature of this power, the Messenger of Disaster has always believed that it can help them escape death, conquer the world, create a new future, and even summon their masters from the void so that a truly immortal existence may come.

This is what he has been hoping for. After listening to his master's teachings, he joined the crow's claw and willingly abandoned his human identity...

Until then, he was just a plain blooded wizard, thinking all day about inheriting his family, restoring the glory of his ancestors and other stupid and pointless things, but after joining the claw of the raven, he was reborn and he had a greater cause.

“Revelation Day is approaching, and the world will be reborn in destruction, just as I am. ”

The master the Messenger of Disaster believed in wanted this power, and Raven's Claw has been plotting it nearby for more than five years.

Finally, they found a glimmer of light in the dark, and it was up to him to do the feat.

“Hahaha, did it work?!” He made an exciting laugh, but it stopped.

He felt something was wrong, his summoning ceremony was not complete, and the sudden appearance of power was not good faith.

Above him, a blue ray of light flashed over the ruins of a dark undersea city, followed by another.

The light is like ripples of ripples, accompanied by flashes of light, the sea water flashes violently, and the blue light flashes faster and faster.

Boomrong, Boomrong, Boomrong, from deep underground huge vibrating sounds indefinitely...

The soul of the deceased, originally slowly dancing towed, suddenly accelerated, waving and rushing towards the abyss.

This is unusual, very unusual!

The evil ritual under way is their gram stars, transforming them into pure energy, so that the dead should dodge, little by little, little by little, like prey falling into the spider web slowly being eroded, rather than actively approached.

Immediately afterwards, the calamity messengers found that they were not active, but were passively swept together quickly.

Centered in the black abyss before him, a giant vortex is slowly forming, where time and space become chaotic and disorderly.

Slowly, the power he had just felt appeared in the center of the vortex, beside himself.

Though still weak, it did converge around him.

Bang, bang, bang...

Continuous crisp sounds, energy stones accumulating Cyclops suddenly broke apart, one after the other...

This newborn force essentially suppressed the Cyclops' power, and the calamity ambassador breathed heavily. He felt his proud magic fail, and the wand in his hand seemed to turn into a ridiculous wooden stick.

“No, what power is this?!” He shouted in horror, waving his wand hard, "Tell me, who are you?! Who are you? ”

But no one answered him, and the stress builds up anxiously.

The Messenger of Disaster trembled and hurriedly raised his head and looked up at the powerful being that was coming above him, hoping that it would turn the tide.

But what he sees is also panic, even more frightening than he sees himself, that powerful creature that has no physical body that is ruthlessly torn apart by a whirlpool of gradual formation, surrounded by the souls of countless dead, which tightly surround it.

One by one, the dead soul also began to emit rays of light, blue rays of light, which were quickly converted into energy.

The green glow became clearer and clearer, and the calamity messenger seemed to see a winning dial in which the needle was spinning rapidly.

“Lost time, the magic of the Wizard of Oinia again!” It makes an awesome sound, "No, it's the power of that damned Titan, you rest and seal me, never... I will never go back, no, stop, fool, darkness will finally cover the world! ”

The messenger of calamity gasped, and the voice of the mighty creature gradually vanished and became weaker.

“This terrible power is the magic of time, time!” He suddenly understood!

The next second, he turned his head and fled, although he did not know what had happened, he was not a fool.

Own-led summoning ceremonies have failed, and staying here is a blessing.

But he had just taken two steps and found himself floating uncontrollably into the vortex, just like the dead.

The hood on the head of the messenger of disaster is rolled away. If Ivan is here, you can see that his white hair has an alarming face below it. If he is pale and has no life, he does not belong to the living...

More thoroughly than what Ivan saw deep in the core, the Dark Wizard changed, and he gave it all to his master to become a shadow creature.

As the messenger of disaster was sucked into the vortex, the giant vortex suddenly changed, and the waves that swung around became serrated, and then condensed into clumps, and an open crack illusion slowly emerged from the endless black abyss below.

In the blink of an eye, everything is devoured, lost in the vortex of time, vanished without a trace.

In the darkness, only the ruins of the city stood still there, less of the dead and more desolate.

Destined to be forgotten, the history of the Magic City of Oinia is paused and completely withdrawn from the stage of history.

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Sirius was waiting there when Ivan returned to the lighthouse.

Ivan doesn't know exactly what happened to the messenger of disaster and the monster he summoned, but now that Coronos has promised, there will be no problems.

After meeting with Coronos, this trip to Italy is coming to an end, and all that remains is to persuade the giants and deal with the dead.

In the face of great strength, these troubles are nothing and easy to solve.

Ivan was prepared to instill the power of the Cyclops he had gained into Glop to help him unify the giant tribe.

As long as Glop's other giants lay down, he could be the new giant Gugo, leading the giant tribe, and even if a giant disagreed with him, it would only be resolved by combat, but which giant could have beaten Glop, who had Cyclops blood, which stemmed from descent-level crushing.