v2 Chapter 1755： Past magic (1/2)

At the same time as the ghost Marcus trembled, the magic of the black witch had reached a critical moment at the ruins of the death gate of the Lake Center. Numerous ghosts whirl in the air, making terrible sounds, and the illusion around them became more and more real. The door to death has been completely condensed. It seems to be real, and the patterns and patterns on it are very clear.

Harry's scars hurt so badly that he tried to control himself not to faint, and stared at the statue of the evil spirit in front of him.

Under the control of the black witch, this horrible statue like an ugly tree stump seems to have survived. Its roots must be twisted by the tentacles, swallowing the soul, magic and all the essence of life in the surrounding air. The more dazzling it is.

As the statue of the evil spirit twisted, the whisper of unclear meaning began to echo in Harry's mind.

The low voice is becoming more and more vain, and it is getting more and more urgent.

Harry wants to hear this voice and say something, but he can't hear it and can't understand it. It doesn't seem like the language of the world. He wants to give up ignoring these sounds, but the low voice seems to be exceptional. Clear.

Every sentence echoed in Harry's mind, imprinted into his flesh and blood, imprinted into his soul.

Harry was about to be driven crazy by these voices. The light in front of him was getting darker and darker, and some black shadows appeared in looming. Harry felt that he had endured the limit, and the pain of the scar almost broke his head.

At this time, the black witch yelled wildly and attracted his attention.

”Master, help me! Let the magic of the past reappear! Let the evil of the past see you again!”

”No, you can't do this!” Ravenclaw's ghosts are more and more ethereal, they are entangled together, tightly wrapped around the stone pillars to resist the magic of the black witch, not to open the door to death. The spell appears, but the resistance is getting weaker.

”Stupid witch, you will start to die again!”

”leave here!”

”The ancient evil will destroy everything!”

”Can't let it go back to this land!”

”Shut up!” the black witch shouted, waving his wand. ”Master, help me dispel them!”

”I still need more, more souls!” The indifferent and low voice echoed again. This time, the extra clarity was the voice that Harry could understand. He clearly heard the other person and said, ”I will devour all of you. !”

”what!”

Suddenly, a rush of horrible screams rang in the square.

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

He threw the wand away, his hands helpless ears, shouting shut up, quiet, waving his hands as if driving away something invisible, but he quickly gave up and squatted and cried for mercy .

No matter how he pleaded, the evil spirit did not let him go. This man was driven mad by the evil spirits. He broke his throat with his hands, and death seemed to be relief for him.

After his death, a milky white soul was quickly smashed out of the body.

It looked around and had not had time to see clearly around it, but was swallowed up by the tentacles of the statue of the evil spirit.