Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 674: Evil illusion
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Harry remembered that Ivan said that the monster on this distorted horrible sculpture is the terrifying evil god(s).
Horrible creatures that come from the void and do not exist in the real world, whose purpose is to destroy all life.
He looked at the statue. It was strange. The last time he saw it there was no response, but now it glowed red.
The flashing red light is like a flame of sin, and every time it beats, the heart of Harry's also beats violently.
He has a bad feeling, feeling the most evil breath in the world from the statue ...
Harry is watching it, of course, that person is watching it.
For a long time, his gaze finally turned to another black chair in front of the chair, a man with a cold face.
"Kreshkov, I need an explanation!" A ruthless voice like nails on a chalkboard came from the chair.
"I already said, my men let him escape because of mistakes!" Kreshkov said slowly, the voice was also cold, "I'm sorry, Dark Lord, but he is dead, I personally executed him, hope not Will mess up your plan. "
"No, this time, my servant solved him, to avoid making things worse." The cold voice said coldly, "But maybe I should remind you that I can't tolerate another mistake, You should know the basis of our cooperation, even now without your help ... "
"Of course, I also hope you can remember this." Kreshkov said, it seems that he did not hear the threat of the other party, "In your current state, without my support and help, you can do nothing!"
"Really?" The cold voice said again, "Do you think so?!"
The red light of Shandong above the statue in the middle of the room is more frequent, as if there is anything to break out of the cocoon.
A tip of wand(s) was exposed beside the chair, pointing at Kreshkov.
In the corner, a large snake was slowly swimming, approaching him from behind Kreshkov.
Harry wanted to remind each other, but the scar on his forehead was so painful that he could feel the person ’s anger .....
Weird power surged in the body, followed by biting pain, as if every nerve was on fire.
The flashing red light on the statue gradually disappeared, and the terrifying power dissipated.
Instead, it is a weak that is difficult to suppress, invading every cell in this body.
Harry can feel it clearly because he took wand(s) back.
"Have you been able to use its power?" Kreshkov said softly, with a hint of surprise that could not be concealed.
"Not yet, but soon!" said a cold voice, "It will be mine sooner or later, I am the strongest in the world."
"Obviously, while becoming stronger, you become more evil than before!" Kreshkov said, "The power of that thing is completely beyond your imagination, you don't even know what you are doing, you do it completely Playing with fire. "
"Concept of the weak!"
"Its power has been cursed and should not exist in this world."
"Enough is enough, Kreshkov, stop trying to challenge my patience!" The cold voice snapped, changing the tone of the oil tone, "Our purpose is the same, I also want to see what my great ancestors gave What am I left, by the way, to help you solve that ridiculous trouble, as long as you do n’t foolishly seek yourself to death! "
"As long as you still remember your commitment, my people and I have no intention to care about your business."
"Very good!" the cold voice said, hissing, "Nagini, you are out of luck, I'm not going to feed you with him, but that's okay, and Harry · Potter .... .. "
The serpent also made a hissing sound. Harry saw that it was vomiting the letter, and it seemed that it could not help but devour itself.
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still lying on a comfortable and soft four-poster bed.
Harry was covering his face, scar was still sorely hurt, and all his tears were sore.
The pain is real, but it is not a dream.
Like Privet Drive, there is no dream like this dream!
Harry even feels that he has entered the illusion and become that person ...
"Damn dream!" He mumbled and got up from the bed.
In the dim light, Harry fumbled to bring his glasses on and looked at the time, only after five in the morning.
On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still asleep, making a slight snoring sound, and his clothes were still on the ground in a mess.
On the opposite side, Neville, Dean · Thomas and Seamus · Finnigan have no movement at all, and are immersed in their dreams.
Harry feels nothing like this is absurd. He has just experienced what may be the most evil thing in the world, but his roommates lie in bed and sleep peacefully, without any response.
He rubbed scar, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.
The power of Voldemort's is increasing. He gains the power that even Vampire(s) is afraid of, and is ready to kill himself ...
Harry felt that he had to do something and tell someone about it, otherwise he would go crazy.
He thought of Ivan, but the other party should be sleeping now.
Harry shook his head. Sirius once told him what to do if scar hurts again.
He decided to do as Sirius said, and now go to the office of Dumbledore.
He climbed out of bed at the fastest speed and put on his coat.
Harry walked out of the bedroom, thinking about the dream.
It is as real as the dream of Privet Drive. He can recall all the details and try to make himself not forget ...
He heard that Voldemort blamed Kreshkov for making a fatal mistake, but that Vampire(s) was obviously intentional, because the guards who guarded that person had served him, and he felt strange anger, not because of the person ’s death, but himself The authority is challenged, and a well-planned long-term plan will be destroyed.
Fortunately, the owl has brought good news, this fault has been made up, who died ...
Next, the topic shifted to the power that Voldemort was recovering. He was using that evil **** statue to do evil things, gaining power that should not exist in this world, and then they compromised and reached a consensus.
And this consensus is that he Harry will be used to feed snakes ...
Harry walked out of the bedroom in contemplation, and was surprised to see that Ivan was sitting on the sofa in the common room, as if waiting for himself.
"Harry, do you want to see Dumbledore?" Ivan asked softly, "Just, I'm going too!"