Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 367: Fear never ends

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Ivan gasped on the ground, Gryffindor looked at him with a smile.

"What about evil god(s)?" He glanced down and saw nothing.

Countless clouds tumbling around the platform, covering everything on the Moon Temple.

A dark cloud floats past, passing straight through the bodies of Ivan and Gryffindor. Their figures are looming, like dreams, and mist makes everything unreal.

"It disappeared, you defeated it!" Gryffindor said softly.

"But I didn't do anything, my magic didn't work on it, I haven't destroyed the wood statue that summoned it." Ivan said puzzledly.

"No need to do anything, as long as you come here, you have already passed the challenge." Gryffindor smiled, took a bright red stone from his arms and handed it to Ivan, "You are the best I have ever seen young wizard(s), catch this Philosopher's Stone, it's yours now! "

Looking at the softly glowing Philosopher's Stone, a hint of desire flashed on the Ivan face.

He stretched his hand forward and stopped suddenly when his fingertips were about to touch Philosopher's Stone.

The warning that suddenly rose in his heart restrained his desire.

It seems that something is not right. He remembers that Gryffindor had told himself before that Voldemort had left a magic on this piece of Philosopher's Stone.

But he does n’t even mention the matter now, and why should he give Philosopher's Stone to himself in the illusion instead of sending him back to the real world? !

In front of me, Gryffindor has a smile on his face, which seems so unnatural.

The smile is more a restrained mockery than an elderly smile.

In the clouds and fog, the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly on both sides, becoming more and more uncoordinated, and the appearance looks like it should not be what humans should have ...

After a burst of coolness, Ivan swallowed and swallowed, and consciously grasped wand(s) with his right hand.

"What are you waiting for, catch this Philosopher's Stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard(s), trust me ..." Gryffindor's voice seemed to come from a very distant place.

Ivan listened clearly, these voices echoed in his mind.

When he mentioned power, Ivan was almost certain that this guy was a fake.

Gryffindor never said these words. He has always stressed that power is not the most important thing.

The challenge is not over yet. You must destroy the wooden statue of evil god(s).

evil god(s), who turned into Gryffindor, is still smiling, but the atmosphere is getting more and more depressed.

His laughter sounded deepest in the bottom of the heart of Ivan and became louder and louder, with the frequency of the heart beating, dong, dong, dong ...

Ivan feels that his heart is about to be exploded by this tortured sound, and some fluid flows from his nostrils and orbits.

His magic power began to be scattered, and his strength was furiously resisting.

Ivan gasped, holding the hard wand(s), and raised his right hand diagonally upwards, a light green spell light spewed out and passed through the Gryffindor body in front of him.

He has no entity, but an illusion apparition.

"Young human wizard(s), you rejected me and made the most stupid decision."

Gryffindor took a step forward, his face twisted and deformed, and the angle of his mouth widening became larger and larger.

Countless green mucus and flesh and blood pieces fell out of it. His body was swelling rapidly, and rotten tentacles appeared, like the most terrible nightmare.

The tentacles move forward slowly, as if they want to touch the skin of Ivan's.

"Expecto Patronum!" Ivan shouted loudly.

The silver Patronus hovered out, and the bright white mist blocked between the two.

"Young man wizard(s), you still do n’t understand the true meaning of magic, you have never suffered the collapse of all worlds, you are just the humblest existence in the world."

Gryffindor ’s face completely changed to evil god(s), tentacles flicked on the light screen, and his mouth said crazy, meaningless words, "Sad ants, you are just a puppet in a puppet, unknown In front of the powerful, doing a useless struggle ... "

Ivan increased the delivery of magic power, the depression time passed a few seconds, or centuries, and then he suddenly realized that he should run.

Regardless of the evil god(s) in front of him, he no longer cared about the surrounding environment and continued to follow the narrow hollow stairs beside the platform and rushed toward the front.

Across the thick fog, evil god(s) continued to flap behind the thick tentacles, with the power of madness, more ruthless and cold, as if to shoot Wen's body in half.

Ivan gasped, and on the topmost small table, he saw a dull and dull wooden statue, which was evil god(s) shrunk countless times, like the roots of a plant.

He did n’t think about it, waving wand(s), the red spell flashed.

Unexpectedly, the wooden statue shattered with sound, and turned into a little starlight dissipating in the sky.

The mad voice of evil god(s) gradually went away, but it was still very clear. "Sad Lamb, you defeated me in the illusion, but you do n’t know that you are entering another more terrible illusion. Does not disappear, never ends ... "

quiet gradually came down around. When Ivan raised his head, he saw Gryffindor standing in front of himself again with a smile.

He stepped back in surprise, and raised his wand(s) in a vigilant way, but Gryffindor waved carelessly, and the smile on his face was stronger.

"Do n’t do that, Ivan!" he smiled and said, "That guy disappeared, and now only two of us are here."

"How do you ensure that you are really Gryffindor, not that evil god(s) pretending to be?" Ivan hesitated and asked, his body was extremely cold.

His heart beats so fast that he can no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. He feels that he is going to be driven crazy.

"I ca n’t prove anything, because I did n’t actually exist, it ’s just a part of this phantom magic, the body stays here for a period of consciousness." Gryffindor said with a smile, "You just performed very wonderfully, and got me Recognition. Whether you believe it or not, I still want to tell you that you have passed the challenge. "

The first time I heard this sentence was a surprise, but now it sounds completely frightening.

Gryffindor did n’t seem to be surprised at Ivan's. He waved his hand. “I know you have a lot of doubts. In fact, the evil god(s) you saw did n’t exist in real history. Huguet had better luck than you. Some, when he rushed to the top of the temple, the evil ritual had not been completed, and he managed to stop everything. "

"What was that just now?" Ivan asked gaspingly.

"As you can see, it was my conjecture and reasoning, and it was displayed in front of you by the power of magic." Gryffindor said with a smile, as if explaining a trivial little thing, "In the real world , The so-called evil god(s) did not come to the world in the end, it was only angry and angry at the last moment, used all its strength to break the void, and split my left behind Philosopher's Stone into two halves, nothing more. "(Unfinished.)