v2 Chapter 1816： Eternal Dream (1/2)

Harry looked at the words on the book, and the small twisted words came into view. He couldn't understand what these ancient runes were writing, but the words kept jumping in his mind.

Somewhere, he seemed to hear a deep voice echoing in his mind.

Open your arms and embrace the essence of shadow.

Boy, this is my territory.

Let the tide carry you into an eternal dream, where there is nothing but darkness and madness.

You are here, come closer to me, a little closer. Yes, you are the person I am looking for.

Surrender to me, accept the gift of God, and I will give you endless life and unparalleled power, all you have to do is sleep forever.

There is no doubt about resistance and struggle, every choice you make makes you more like my servant.

Under the gaze of God, every grass and every tree will rot.

withered!

Kneel down! !

yield! ! !

Darkness will eventually cover everything, only deep sleep is eternal, and dreams will eventually merge into one.

…………

Whispers rang in his ears, and Harry felt himself falling into the darkness.

This eternal darkness seems to never end. Here, there is nothing else to do but sleep.

Just when Harry thought so, his eyes were in a trance, and he realized that what he saw just now was an illusion. He was still standing in that strange little room, next to Hermione who was reading the contents of the book, and he was still standing there. Sirius with a serious face and Dobby with a trembling body.

The whisper followed, Harry didn't know where it came from, but he couldn't make out what it was saying, the content of the whisper was quickly disappearing from his mind.

In a trance, Harry even thought it was Hermione's voice. It must be so, she is the only one talking in this room.

So he shouted with all his strength, ”Enough, Hermione, stop reading, these words are very uncomfortable.”

Harry gasped, pressing down on the scar on his forehead. I don't know when it started, but his scars were burning with pain. Seeing nothing, Harry could sense that Voldemort was changing, becoming the same wicked existence as the Master he heard those whispers.

That is the evil god!

Voldemort is transforming into a Cthulhu!

His power has grown, and he has begun that evil magic.

There was no time to delay any longer. The evil breath was coming from all directions, blending with the darkness here, and they had to take immediate action to stop Voldemort. Harry thought about this, and let out a cry of pain.