Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The shadows are blurry, and everything in front of you is dominated by shades of dusty ice.

The sky was thrived by immense darkness, and the dark curtain was slowly spinning, seemingly sucking away all anger.

Beneath the stone table, Ravenclaw's wizards did not stop the ceremony because of a sudden intruder.

They were singing the spell with a strange chant, a voice that made Harry so cold.

“Death is not the end, the dead will not rest forever, and the magical eternal robbery will not end with death...”

As the chanting proceeded, it was not known where the wind was blowing the curtain above the door of death.

The curtain trembled gently, and the icy, cold stabbing sounded from inside the door.

This is the voice of the dead, who hear the call of the wizards from hell.

Harry's head was messed up by the noise of the black witch's thrill, the noise in the door, and the witches' spells.

And it's cold!

It's really cold!

He felt that the temperature around him was dropping dramatically.

Strange. Why is this happening?

This is supposed to be a memory of the Ravenclaw wizard who opened the door to death.

Will lower temperatures in memory make the viewer feel cold?

The Black Witch is here. Where's the Evil Goddess statue?

Where's Ivan? He should have been here. Why didn't he come?

One after the other, doubts and complex voices mixed together and a bunch of brains poured into Harry's head.

His head is hurting again!

Because of the cold, he was also sore from top to bottom.

Harry didn't have time to think about those questions. I don't know why. He seemed to understand the voice in the door this time. The last time he touched the door to death, he could only hear some pointless whispers. He suspected once that it was his parents talking to him. After all, it sounded so similar, but now...

He heard clearly that the door was not his parents, nor his relatives, but the voice of the ice-cold dead spirit.

The dead are cursing, cursing and moaning in their most sinful language, and they want to come out through this door.

As the spell progressed, the door of death began to hear a low burst, and the door was about to be opened.

“No!” Harry shouted loudly, exhausting his remaining strength.

“Hahaha, Harry Potter, come and witness the coming of death.” The black witch screamed wildly, turning to look at Harry.

At this time, the face of the black witch has been completely twisted, like the monster in the nightmare, the skin on her face is gray and green, like a dead person, the tall nose collapses, the eyes maintain a strange angle, the mouth is skewed, a swarm of ever-changing black fog over her face, unable to speak the horror.

And looking at her, Harry couldn't help but strike a chill as if he had fallen into an icecellar.

Despair came with the cold, and Harry looked helplessly at what was happening in front of him and waited for the door to death to open...

The only thing he knew, if the door to death was opened, there would come a great terror.

Even if it's a memory, the terror that's coming is real...

At this moment, Ivan is also a fog and feels something is wrong.

Since coming to Ravenclaw's castle, many questions haunt him.

He could feel the magic of the Black Witch suddenly intensifying in the heart of the lake, he could even feel the smell of the evil god, the power of the statue of the evil god, which was devouring everything in the air, the magic, the emotions, the hope, even the magic of Ravenclaw Castle and the ghosts being consumed again.

The blue glow became unstable and just began to dissipate as if it were a real illusion.

Ka-cha, ka-cha, ka-cha, a strange sound burst out of the garden below.

Ivan probed his head through a huge suspension window, and he saw the stone carvings beneath him shaking and shaking.

No, it's not broken. They're resurrecting!

Evil God's power revives them!

Ivan, open your eyes, this is terrible.

There are hundreds of monsters down there, if they all become real...

Not to mention the fact that a lot of these guys look hard to deal with.

“No, no, the power of death and death is coming, and the power of curse is resurrecting.” Ghost Marcus shouted, drawing Ivan's gaze back.

He's also getting weirder and weirder now, and his figure seems to vanish at any moment.

“Go to the library, master, and cast the magic that rests the dead.” He pushed intermittently, "hurry up, or it's too late. ”

Ivan thought about it and quickly ran along the passage pointed at by Marcus. He now seemed to have no other choice. The enemy's strength was growing rapidly and he continued to stalemate. The stone sculptures of the evil gods below were all resurrected. It was definitely a huge problem. If he went to the center of the lake, he would not necessarily be the rival of two evil gods, black witches and a whole host of black witches, hoping that the Book of Abraham would suddenly come out to save him, something he was not sure of.

Suddenly, the castle began to shake, and the blue light was rapidly compressed and gradually dissipated, replacing it with a miserable green light.

The glow is chilling and horrible, spreading from the ruins of the Death Gate in the heart of the lake.

Between the broken walls, Ivan could see there, even far apart, but he could still see the statue of the evil god floating in the air, because it was so obvious that a fictional figure above the statue was congealing up, the terrible evil god he was familiar with.

That huge body, the indescribable form, the countless swinging tentacles, the putrid grooves...

Opposite the Evil God, just above the ruins of the Gate of Death, another phantom is gradually gathering.

That's an ice-cold eye!

Looks like Snake Monster's Eye!

But Ivan looked at it only once and determined that the phantom was the sign that he had previously obtained in the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider Aragok's lair of that dark red listed eye, the Eye of the Evil Gods, the Eye of Death, the despicable Hailbo, after he became the Evil Gods.

This dark red list of Ivan got three, each corresponding to Hellborough's eyes, body and brain.

Huge eyes congeal in the air and correspond remotely to the evil gods with long tentacles.

Their magic aura is completely different: one is swallowing and one is dying.

“What a big scene!” For a while, Ivan wanted these two monsters to fight.

But no, after a brief communication, they seem to get along very well.

The forces of death and devouring sandwich together, causing irreparable damage to everything around us.