Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Thousand Touch Beasts, North Sea Giant Demon!

Cluster contact angles boil, and countless contact angles attack the patron god of Evan, swearing to tear it to pieces.

Even if the contact angle into the mist has vanished, some of the tentacles have dissipated, but the North Sea Giant Demon... no, the vile Hailbo that controls it doesn't care at all.

It doesn't care about these losses at all, or what kind of damage the North Sea Giant Demon suffers.

Or it knew what Ivan and Dumbledore were going to do, but it was going to stop what was going to happen.

It will do its utmost to destroy Ivan's Guardian and stop him at all costs.

This is a battle in which neither side has the means to retreat, but to move forward until the other side is eliminated.

Survival or death, everything comes to a critical point.

This black wizard's brain is now more like a parasite, parasitic on the giant demon of the North Sea, combined with its deep, united form.

This makes the North Sea Giant Demon a new evil god, a different evil god with unparalleled physical attack power and spiritual power.

In the silver fog, the clusters hand turned into black fog, but the thicker tentacles behind them followed the front servants until they eventually inserted inside the Guardian God.

While being inserted, Evan felt a tingle and his consciousness retreated from the Patronus God back into his body.

Consciousness was in a trance, Ivan was trembling all over his body, and his nerves jumped straight with his heart.

“Echo Guard!” He couldn't help the pain and rushed to control the Guardian, who was about to disappear.

In front of them, the lake has turned into a tentacle hell, with countless tentacles creeping boiling and shaking.

Between the countless tentacles, Evan's Guardian was torn apart and continuously had the energy to be torn down.

The original giant black leopard is like a kitten compared to so many tentacle clusters.

Weak, pitiful and helpless, like a leaf canoe in torrential winds and torrential rain, could perish at any moment.

The Guardian God is made up of energy, but the tentacles of the North Sea Giant Demon can destroy it essentially and tear it apart without hesitation.

Along the side, Harry summoned his patron saint to assist Evan, but soon his guardian saint was torn apart and vanished into thin air.

For less than a second, even if he was using the Guardian God spell, he couldn't even summon the Guardian God.

Harry fell on his knees, looked pale and could faint at any moment.

All the joy in the air disappeared, and the atmosphere was like tens of thousands of psychedelics appearing here.

Ivan thinks so, and he feels colder and colder because of fear, which is a unique effect when the Dementors appear.

He thought so, and he began to have terrible memories in his head, and the adventures he'd been through, the enemies he'd encountered, had all turned into nightmares in Ivan's mind, and he was gasping, and he realized that the image in front of him was starting to change!

Those boiling tentacles change into a Dementor without a cloak.

They're coming!

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo!

The rest of the lake water is boiling, and a lot of black particles come out of it.

They're all psychedelics, off the surface, and these particles change rapidly into psychedelics.

Happiness is far away, terrible memories are appearing.

The pathologically flipped tentacles, the scabbed rotting body, a body without a soul, but these are not the most terrifying, most terrifying of all, the mouth of a psychedelic monster.

It's an irregularly shaped hole, breathing hard, swallowing away the energy of greed, along with all the courage, hope, happiness and increasingly thin air.

Not all of them, these are no longer enough to satisfy the North Sea Giants and Dementors, who most want to devour their souls.

They can't bear to devour all energy, flesh and soul!

The cold fog reappeared, but this time it was no longer a positive energy of joy, but a desperate aura.

The sound disappears, the senses disappear, even the colors disappear!

Now all that remains is repression, fear as it is shadowed, despair and madness boiling here.

Darkness becomes the only color in space, courage and hope dissipate, and nothingness gradually occupies the heart.

Ivan struggled to fight to maintain his fragmented patron saint, but he increasingly had no idea of fighting.

In great fear, he knew he was on the verge of reaching the limit, no matter where it was.

Ivan tried to keep the Guardian God and turned his head towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore stood still with his eyes closed and his right hand holding the wand resting beside his chest.

Quiet, calm, calm.

As always reassuring, he still did not seem to have noticed the surrounding scene.

But the spell of his right hand was flowing fast, and it was not calm to reflect out his heart.

Ivan did not know what Dumbledore was preparing and how long he would be preparing, and he went to great lengths to control the Guardian God to buy time.

The passage of time, the past second as if a century had passed.

Finally, Ivan's broken Guardian God is no longer able to block the advance of the Cluster Contact Angle and the Dementor Army, which attacked the three of them.

An oppressive attack came, and this time there was no Guardian God in the way!

Dumbledore opened his eyes and his blue eyes sparkled with cold rage.

He swayed his wand and disappeared from the spot.

Evan beamed for a moment and turned to look forward to the contact clusters and tens of thousands of Dementors.

In the midst of these ugly twisted monsters, he searches for Dumbledore.

No loud noises, no gorgeous colors, not even magic reactions.

But at this moment when Dumbledore disappeared, everything changed.

Time appears to be stationary at this second, with black-and-white hue-dominated images defined here.

Ivan opened his eyes and felt he had been rated too.

Then he sees an inky green edge of self-vision that expands a little bit outward.

It's the inner center of the Tentacles Cluster and Dementors Army, and it's the double snake wand.

Very slowly, but the inky green halo is indeed spreading, very stable, even with countless tentacles and ecstasy blocking ahead.

At the center of everything, Dumbledore appeared next to the double snake wand, which he slowly grabbed with his right hand.

Two giant green pythons wrapped around the cane opened their eyes, awakened the sleeping beast, and amazing forces erupted.

Focusing on Dumbledore, who holds the scepter, the ink-green energy halo diffuses outward, destroying everything it touches.

As Ivan stands, he sees a dark green gradually replacing the black and white in his gaze, becoming the only hue between the heavens and the earth.

This halo is composed of countless inky green spells that eventually form the shape of a door, a door leading to a different space...