Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The dark fog around Voldemort's body swept violently, and after devouring the magic of Evan and Sirius, the fog swept up and surrounded Sirius, falling from high altitude.

Overshadowed by fog, Sirius could no longer use phantom shapes or other magic. He struggled in the dark fog with a painful expression on his face and was quickly unable to resist.

At the same time, another part of the black mist struck Ivan.

The fog rolls over and the night blends together, seemingly endless.

It became the shape of a skull, and it changed into a giant python with a big mouth, trying to swallow Ivan as well.

“This magic...” Ivan did not have time to think. He turned the broom around Voldemort and flew away quickly, clinging to the window of the Muggle Tower. He heard Voldemort's icy and utter laughter and the deadly threat that followed.

The black fog changed again, like that surge of waves, coming from all directions to him.

Evan grabbed the crossbow in his left hand and flew away at the fastest possible speed, which was definitely the best thing he could do in his life.

The scene in front of him swayed and swept quickly, and he felt like he was about to faint.

He tried to concentrate, and in hiding, Ivan found MadEye Moody falling on a prominent platform in a building.

He lay there silently, unable to tell if he was in a coma or dead.

Ivan was a little anxious, worried about Moody's, Sirius, Ron's condition, and went on to beat up the other Death Eaters and reappeared, which was terrible.

He turned back and turned to the center of Voldemort, which had completely turned into darkness.

Darkness, made up of dark fog, is much deeper than ordinary night colors, devouring all the light like a black hole and rolling and floating like a tornado.

Voldemort is a strange magic, not any black magic in Evan's memory.

These fogs are more powerful than any black magic he knows.

No more delays, no matter what the magic, Ivan decided to give it a try.

He held the right hand of the wand and extended it backwards, and the golden Mars emerged from the end of the wand.

Increasingly bright, golden flames burn, leaving a bright trajectory behind Evan.

The flames were not swallowed by the dark fog, so they burned, and then the lines came together and condensed into a fireball.

It emits hot temperatures, and the surrounding air is shaking and crackling, as if it were ignited.

Evan waved his wand and a huge fireball burst towards Voldemort.

He followed the fireball and flew towards Voldemort. Through the golden flame, Ivan saw Voldemort's snake-like pale, horrible face and scary red eyes. He stared into those eyes, moving forward faster and faster and faster and faster...

As he approached Voldemort and the rolling black fog, Ivan's wand stirred upwards and the fireball burst into a violent explosion.

Suddenly, the whole space was trembling.

Everything was shaking, and the powerful impact of the explosion scattered the dark mist around Voldemort.

“Weak magic, ridiculous flame, Ivan Mason, your power can't fight me at all, it's just a futile struggle! ”

Voldemort's icy voice rang again, and the fog poured from all sides, surrounding Ivan, and he had nowhere to run.

“Give me the double serpent wand and I will spare you your death; give in to me and I will give you greater strength to understand the true meaning of magic. ”

As the fog swept up, Voldemort's voice rang directly into Ivan's mind.

At the moment he was surrounded, all his sweats rose and an unprecedented sense of creepy terror rose from his body.

He didn't just see Voldemort in front of him, he saw the shadow of the evil god through the fog!

Absolutely, though it was just a glimpse past, that twisted demon...

Ivan felt a bit cold, his magic was rapidly losing, and he knew it would be his last magic.

If he fails, he will die!

“Echo guard!” Ivan shouted with his wand.

The Guardian God leaped from the end of his wand, and the silver glow further dispersed the black mist, and the Guardian God rushed towards Voldemort.

The glow dispersed the fog, and Ivan recovered, and he saw Voldemort lifting his wand.

Evan did not give him a chance. After casting the Guardian's spell, his wand swung forward and the undistinguished flames regrouped. Once again, they turned into a fire line that wrapped Voldemort tightly around it, the golden flame burned, and the self-fire line extended upward to burn Voldemort.

The next second Voldemort was hit by the Guardian God, Ivan heard a sharp scream.

From Voldemort, in his left hand position, it's not like a human voice, it's like a cat screaming in the middle of the night.

“Evan Mason...”

Evan didn't hear what Voldemort was saying, and that deep darkness was rapidly melting away, Sirius and Ron falling from the sky.

He cast a floating spell, they floated slowly down, Sirius had not passed out, and Ivan flew to him.

“How are you, Sirius? ”

“I'm fine, get out of here, Evan!” He gasped and said, "The wand jumped up," the broomstick flew in! ”

The broomstick that landed on the floor flew towards him and he rode up.

“You take Ron, I'll go find Moody.” Ivan said he looked up.

Voldemort seemed to be in some kind of trouble, enough that the flame that burned everything didn't hurt him, but he was obsessed with Ivan's guardian god's helplessness and guardian god.

Voldemort's body is manifested in relation to the Evil God, who has become Evil God, and the Guardian God naturally causes damage to it.

But to destroy Voldemort with this, it is undoubtedly a strange thought of the sky, the black fog pouring over, the light of the Guardian God getting weaker and weaker.

Evan flies as fast as he can to the building deck, grabbing MadEye Moody's arm for direct visions.

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Moments later, Ivan showed up on the steps of 12 Grimo Square, where he had previously agreed with Sirius.

Ivan sighed heavily in relief as he watched the wrecked houses around Grimo Square and the garbage scattered around the ground.

He felt a spicy pain all over himself, as the drain of magic weakened his body for a moment.

Those spells didn't consume that much, but the moment covered in black fog consumed most of his magic.

It was like falling in an ice cave, horrible, cold, dark, and Voldemort talking in his head.

Just as he entered Ivan's body, he could see everything in Ivan's mind.

This feeling is horrible!