Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

While the ghost Marcus trembled all over his body, the magic of the Black Witch had reached a critical moment at the ruins of the Death Gate in the heart of the lake, countless ghosts hovering in the air, making terrible sounds, the fiction around him became more and more real, and the Death Gate had fully congealed up, as if it were real, and the texture and pattern on it were very clear.

Harry's scar hurts so bad that he tries not to faint and opens his eyes to the statue of the Evil God in front of him.

Under the control of the Black Witch, this horrible statue, like an ugly stump of trees, seems to have survived, its roots twisting wildly by the tentacles, devouring the souls, magic and all the essence of life in the surrounding air, and the miserable green light is becoming more and more dazzling.

Whispers of unknown significance began to echo in Harry's mind as the statue of the evil god twisted.

Low voices are becoming more void and more impatient.

Harry wanted to hear what the voice had to say, but he couldn't hear or understand a word, which didn't seem to be the language of the world, and he wanted to give up ignoring those voices, but the low voice seemed extra clear.

Every sentence echoes in Harry's mind, imprinted on his flesh, imprinted on his soul.

Harry was going crazy with those voices, the light was getting darker and darker in front of him, and if some black shadows appeared in the field, Harry felt he had endured the limit, and the pain of the scar almost burst his head.

At this point, the black witch screamed wildly, attracting his attention.

“Master, help me! Let the magic of the past reign! Let the evil of the past see the heavens again! ”

“No, you can't do that!” The voices of Ravenclaw's ghosts are also becoming increasingly faint, tangled together and tightly wrapped around stone columns to resist the magic of the Black Witch and prevent the spell that opens the door to death from appearing, but the resistance is weakening.

“Stupid witch, you turn on death again! ”

“Get out of here! ”

“Ancient evil will destroy everything! ”

“Can't let it go back to this land! ”

“Shut up!” The Black Witch shouted, waving her wand, "Master, help me disperse them! ”

“I need more, more souls!” The indifferent, low voice echoes again, this time extraordinarily clear, the one Harry understands, and he clearly hears each other say, "I will devour all of you! ”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a hurried and terrible mourning sounded in the square.

Harry turned his head hard, and he saw a black wizard below screaming painfully.

He threw the wand away, his hands helpless, his ears shouting, silence, his hands waving, as if driving something out of sight, but he quickly gave up and knelt down to beg for forgiveness.

No matter how much he begged, the evil god did not let him go. This man was driven mad by the whispers of the evil god. He choked his throat with his bare hands, and death seemed to be a relief to him.

Soon after his death, a milky-white soul was pulled out of the body.

Before it could see its surroundings clearly, it was swallowed up by the tentacles extended by the statue of the Evil God.

The light distorted, the light on the statue of the Evil Gods became stronger and weirder, and the whisper in my head was almost two points higher.

Lamentations echoed in the square, more and more black wizards were driven mad by the voices inside their heads, their souls were soon devoured by the statues of evil gods, and the rest of the black wizards moaned, ignoring their insane companions, leaving them to die.

This is a terrible nightmare!

One after the other, a black wizard dies, killing himself in a cruel way, until it's all there.

Compared to these horrific methods of death, the killing spell is too benevolent to kill a human being in a flash.

At this moment, the whole ruin has become hell, Harry has never seen such a horrible scene, he feels himself to the limit, the pain of scars and the whispering of evil spirits are going to drive him crazy, and if he hadn't been tied to a pillar, he would certainly have killed himself.

The light in front of him was so dim that countless shadows of darkness shook.

Synchronized with the whispers of the evil god, the black witch roared wildly, her voice howled, the whole person dried at the speed visible to the naked eye, the beautiful face ceased, the black witch restored her original face, that face like a monster.

The magic fluttered, the broken cloak on the black witch drummed high and high, and she now seems to be an ugly dementor.

“Such a delicious soul!” The voice of the Evil God echoes again.

Under the influence of magic, that dreadful statue has disengaged from the embrace of the black witch, floating high and high in the air, above the phantom of the gates of death, more and more souls have been devoured by it, forming a spiritual nest for the soul.

In the mourning, Harry rarely heard it say, "The monster in the nightmare obeys me! ”

The next second, the darkness in front of him was completely in darkness. He knew he had finally reached his limit and finally got rid of it. Apart from the pain of scar repayment, he could no longer hear the evil god that was driving people crazy.

The whole world is quiet at once!

Harry was relieved and worried about what was happening in the real world, but it didn't seem so intolerable to be so liberated that in the infinite darkness he couldn't see anything, he kept falling down, falling, wondering where he was going.

Soon, however, Harry found himself tied to a column and the hazy shadow reappeared.

It was still so dark around, but he could see that the dark shadows that had appeared before had become clearer.

These shadows are all witches, scattered around the gates of death, wearing gorgeous and ancient robes, sort of like the dress robes that students wear at the Flame Cup Christmas Ball, more retro styles, and Ravenclaw's texture.

Harry shouted out loud, but the wizards around him turned a blind eye to him, as if they had not seen him or heard his voice. They had no breath at all. They acted in accordance with the rules and performed a strange ceremony.

“Is this a memory? Just like in a meditation basin!” Harry quickly reacted, and the vision was exactly the same as in Dumbledore's meditation basin, where he had entered Dumbledore's memories many times last year.

He looked around and found that the surroundings had changed dramatically, no longer broken walls, all the buildings were intact and the doors of death intact. It was that door deep beneath the underground of the Ministry of Magic, with a brand new curtain hanging over it.

Not far from him, the shadow of the black witch and the shadow of the wizard beside him also appeared.

“Ha-ha-ha, it worked! The great and all-powerful master, with whose help the Ravenclaw family's magic of the past will be restored before our eyes, and we will finally receive the secret of the gates of death.” The black witch said with a thrill.