Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The scar came with a bit of pain, and Harry had a strong feeling of vomiting, which he felt depressed.

It wasn't the first time he killed from Voldemort's point of view, but every time it made him uncomfortable.

A life was hurt by his own hand, and when the death spell hid in the old man's life, the unprecedented guilt filled Harry's heart.

Even if it wasn't for his killing, it was a realistic feeling...

The night became more intense and the cold black air compressed.

There was no light around, and Harry was the only one trapped here in silence, trapped in unknown sorrow and despair.

intermittent music became more and more sad, and Harry felt like continuing, he might be driven insane.

He tried to scream out loud but made no sound, only making him even more desperate.

Either way, he'd rather face Voldemort himself now than lie here alone.

Harry wants to find out what's going on and where this place is.

Quite frankly, he heard footsteps while Harry Huth was in his wild thoughts.

Someone's approaching. Who could it be?

The bleak wand light dispersed the darkness, bringing an unpleasant light, and Harry saw a wizard in a black cloak.

“Ron, is that you?” Harry opened his mouth and made no sound.

The magic that binds him is so powerful that he loses all control over his body, and only his soul resides alone in this body.

“Harry Potter, opponent of the Dark Lord's fate.” The Dark Wizard said slowly.

It's not Ron, the sound of this voice sounds harsh, very old, and it's a hard feeling to describe.

It's an old woman, she must be very old, Harry guessed.

The next second, he reacts. This is the Black Witch!

The woman with many horrible legends, the horrible dark wizard who is no worse than Voldemort.

The Black Witch walked up to Harry and looked at him.

“Wonderful, the power of destiny manifests itself in you, Harry Potter, with unparalleled power in you. ”

She said, reaching out from the cape to touch Harry's scar.

Unexpectedly, the skin of these hands is fair and smooth, beautiful and well maintained, but not at all like the hand the witch should have, much less the hand the black witch should have. In Harry's imagination, the black witch's hands should be rough, wrinkled, and at least fit her age.

This is unusual, how can this old woman always have such hands?!

Touched by her, Harry's scar caused a heartbeat pain.

He looks at each other angrily, which is the only way he can express his emotions now.

“Son of Destiny, Harry Potter!” The Black Witch said softly, "Your destiny is destined from the moment you are born. When the Dark Lord defeats you, he will gain the strength within you, become immensely powerful, and no one can defeat him, he will be the best..."

Best person?!

Harry doesn't fully understand what this old witch is saying.

“This is your destiny, Harry Potter, and I should have summoned the Dark Lord to end your life at once, but there are more important things I need to do. Come on, let's go to the final place, you will have the privilege of witnessing history, and as a pathetic mortal, you will witness with your own eyes the beginning of my master's return. ”

She took out a wand engraved with many skeletons, waved at Harry, and Harry floated.

He floated uncontrollably in the air and followed the black witch forward, leaving the room.

After a night breeze, Harry finally saw where they were, very high, and seemed to be in the cloud.

This is a tower that soars into the clouds, beneath which lies the immense invisibility of a castle, so that it looks like a monster, where you can see it, there are broken walls everywhere, the walls are filled with cracks, and you can barely see the original face of the building.

In the darkness of the distance, the light blue glow was flashing, and Harry didn't know what was happening there.

The black witch stopped, and she was also looking at the place with the blue shadow glittering.

“Wonderful power, powerful and wonderful, the arrival of your friend Ivan Mason helped me.” The black witch said.

Irwin!

He came here, and Harry was happy for a while, and then became worried again.

“I don't know what the boy did, but his arrival did awaken the dead under the land, including the sleeping evil spirit.” The black witch continues, seemingly talking to herself, "this is the magic of ancient magic, illusions are reconstructed in reality, and the dead spirit will return to the world. It's amazing that the boy must have a special magic object against the darkness that surrounds him, and he awakens all the sleeping dead. He tried to defuse the darkness here, but it was doomed to futility, the dead were all awake, and nothing could stop me, and I would get that spell to help the Dark Lord achieve immortality, and when it was over, my master would complete the final coming, and the havoc would eventually come, and the endless night would permanently cover the land. ”

The black witch burst out laughing, and Harry really wanted her to shut up.

This woman is insane, and one person is talking about something that looks like something other than, what kind of master, what kind of catastrophe, what kind of destruction.

This is a complete lunatic, Harry thinks she's more nervous than Professor Trelawny, and he doesn't have the kung fu to listen to her bullshit.

He has been trying to control his body and break free of magic, but with little effect.

The black witch had been nagging for a while, and the blue light was expanding rapidly in the distance. Soon the castle at Harry's feet was covered in blue light, and Harry was surprised to see that the castle was returning to its original appearance at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

It's amazing how the remnants are filled with light. Above the tower, a statue of the goddess of war is gathering.

The black witch stopped laughing and was touched by the blue light and she seemed to have suffered tremendous harm.

Harry clearly saw that her hands were changing, and her pale, glossy skin began to fade away, losing all its shine, like a tree that was withering rapidly, life flowing from her hands, and in the screams of a thorn, her hands quickly became completely faceless, like monster claws.

Green gray, full of wrinkles.

“Damn magic!” The black witch cursed, dodging the blue glow backwards, waving her wand hard.

She seemed to want to stop the blue light from spreading, but it didn't do much.

Harry was happy to say that he had regained control of his body...