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Harry Potter and the Secret Tresures

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v2 Chapter 1668: death

It must be admitted that the plan before Avon was not so complicated.

Since the Black Witch led many wizards in this area to find the spell that opened the door to death, then Aiwen intended to take the opportunity to sneak in, use the compound soup to disguise the black wizard of a Raven's claw, find Harry and then take him. take away. If you can, by the way, destroy the black witch's guy and destroy those ancient ruins.

Aiwen is still very confident in making huge explosions with magic.

There is no need to pay a finger or an arm at the expense of the insect tail, and Avon has other ways to do the same thing.

He has done a lot of similar actions. A few years ago, in the Italian giant territory, he was the wizard who defeated the claws of the Raven.

undefinedBut the situation at the moment is a little different from what Ivan envisioned. The dark power on this land is too strong.

The terrible curse or other black magic left an indelible mark here, even if it was a thousand years old, it was still shrouded in death.

The more forward, the more Ivan can clearly feel the unknown atmosphere.

I walked in the wilderness for so long, not to mention the black wizard of the Raven's claws. He didn't even see the traces of life.

The black wizards that Ai Wen saw in the memory of Bellatrix disappeared.

The darkness enveloped everything and covered the light. He couldn't even determine whether he was moving forward or in the same place.

It seems that there are terrible monsters that will always come out of the darkness and rush to Ai Wen, and the darkness itself wants to swallow Evan. The smell of decay and death is getting heavier and heavier, and Avon even feels that there is a thick **** smell in his mouth, which is the taste of the things he has just inhaled.

He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to kill him.

Now, he can even feel that his life is dissipating.

This may be an illusion, but it is not a good omen. Compared to these illusions, Ai Wen can clearly feel that the rich and strange atmosphere in the air is suppressing his magical power. He has only experienced the same situation several times before, and each time represents unpleasant memories.

This only means one thing, one thing that Avon doesn't want to encounter the most.

The owner of the powerful forces in this land is the powerful existence of the comprehensively exceeded Evan.

"Damn, it's the magic of the last era, and it's a bad guy who can get any trouble." Ai Wen said with a headache.

He had thought that this kind of thing would not exist in the British mainland, only in places like Greece and Egypt where ancient ruins exist everywhere. Those powerful ancient warlocks, magical creatures or ancient gods, even if they were already thousands of years ago, the magical power left behind can still affect today.

But a little different from the past, Ai Wen also felt that there is a strange power calling him.

It is another power that is independent of the evil forces and is very strange.

The same is old, but not so evil, at least it doesn't want to kill Evan.

As he got closer to the core area, Ai Wen finally realized that the power was not calling him, but something in him.

Soon, he was sure, it is the crown of Ravenclaw!

When Avon took Ravenclaw's crown, the jewels above were faintly radiant, something that had never been seen before.

Although Avon got the full wisdom from Ms. Ravenclaw long ago, she never used it.

After all, to get absolute wisdom, you have to pay the corresponding price.

Ms. Ravenclaw's advice is still echoing in her ears. The power of the crown is not just a gift, it is not just a glory. It is a cursed force. Only a true wise man knows how to use it. But it is useless to the true wise.

Intellect is the greatest wealth of mankind, and few people really understand the meaning of this sentence.

The gemstones of the dragonfly shine, and the darkness around them surges.

Because of the appearance of Ravenclaw's crown, the balance between the cursed power of darkness and the strange power of this land was broken!

Ai Wen felt the change, he gasped, hesitated for a moment, and put the crown on.

In the next second, the sky blue crossed the endless darkness, bringing the color of the death to the land of the millennium.

At the same time, Harry was also breathing heavily, and he felt like he was about to breathe.

The raven that had just flown has disappeared, and Harry is not sure that this is not his own illusion.

Because his scars began to hurt again, his vision appeared again in front of him, and he returned to the cage above the tower.

Voldemort stopped tormenting, leaving only the breath of the scrawny old wizard in the cage.

But the bones and bones did not kill him, he looked up and looked at Voldemort calmly.

"You don't know anything, Voldemort, you think you have gained strength, but you have lost something vital."

"I don't need those weak things, I am stronger than you, stronger than Dumbledore, stronger than any wizard, this is enough." Voldemort said coldly, "Dumbledore is dead, you are right away. I will go see him, and I am still alive and will change the world. As long as I live the power, the world will tremble at my feet, the existing order will collapse in my anger, and all souls will be destroyed. In my shadow, everything is ashes, and I will be immortal."

"Ha ha ha" old wizard Zhang mouth laughed, mouth full of teeth.

The anger boiled in Voldemort's body, and Harry's scar felt the pain he had never seen before. He knew that Voldemort had endured the limit.

"Kill me, Voldemort!" The old man laughed enough. He demanded, "You won't win, you can't win! You won't get any information from me, that magic, that place, that wand. And there is no such thing in the world, it will never be yours."

Voldemort looked at the other side coldly, and he lifted his wand again.

Once again, the green light filled the cell, and the weak body of the old man was thrown into the air from the hard bed, then fell and was lifeless.

Voldemort returned to the window and his anger was almost uncontrollable...

Ai Wen put on the crown, and in the next second, the scene in front of him changed completely.

The icy temperature flows in from the crown and enters Irvine's head.

A strange force surrounds him, and all his feelings are away from Ai Wen. He has gained absolute wisdom, cold wisdom, and no emotional wisdom.

At this moment, he seems to be no longer Evan Mason.