While the ghost Marcus was trembling all over, the black witch's magic had reached a critical moment at the ruins of the gate of death in the center of the lake. Countless ghosts whizzed and circled in the air, making terrifying sounds, and the phantoms around them became more and more real. The door of death has been completely condensed, it seems to be real, and the decorations and patterns on it are very clear.
Harry's scar was in excruciating pain, and he tried his best not to faint, staring at the fiend statue in front of him with wide eyes.
Under the control of the black witch, this terrifying statue like an ugly tree stump seemed to come alive. Its roots and tentacles twisted wantonly, devouring the soul, magic power and all the essence of life in the surrounding air, and the miserable green light became stronger and stronger. more and more dazzling.
As the statue of the evil god twisted, whispers of unknown meaning began to echo in Harry's mind.
The deep voice became more and more empty and hurried.
Harry wanted to hear the voice clearly before saying anything, but he couldn't hear a word, and he couldn't understand it. It didn't seem like the language of this world. He wanted to give up ignoring these voices, but the deep voice seemed particularly strange. clear.
Every word echoed in Harry's head, etched into his flesh, etched into his soul.
Harry was about to be driven crazy by these voices, the light in front of his eyes was getting darker and darker, and some black shadows appeared looming, Harry felt that he had endured to the limit, and the pain from the scar almost made his head burst.
At this time, the black witch yelled frantically, attracting his attention.
"Master, help me! Let the magic of the past reappear! Let the evil of the past see the light of day!"
"No, you can't do this!" The voices of Ravenclaw's ghosts became more and more ethereal, they were tangled together, tightly wrapped around the stone pillar to resist the magic of the Black Witch, preventing the door of death from being opened The spell appears, but the resistance is getting weaker and weaker.
"Stupid witch, you start death again!"
"leave here!"
"An ancient evil will destroy all!"
"It cannot be allowed to return to this land!"
"Shut up!" the Black Witch yelled, waving her wand, "Master, help me drive them away!"
"I need more, more souls!" The indifferent and deep voice echoed again, this time it was exceptionally clear, and it was a voice that Harry could understand, and he clearly heard the other party say, "I will devour all of you !"
"ah!"
Suddenly, a rapid and terrible wailing sounded in the square.
Harry turned his head with difficulty, and he saw a dark wizard below him howling in pain.
He threw away his wand, his hands helpless to his ears, yelled Shut up, be quiet, and waved his hands vigorously, as if to drive away something invisible, but he gave up soon, and fell to his knees and cried bitterly for mercy .
No matter how much he begged, the evil god did not let him go. The man was driven mad by the whisper of the evil god. He forcefully cut his throat with his hands. Death seemed to be a relief to him.
Shortly after his death, a milky spirit was yanked from the body.
It looked around in a daze, and before it could see its surroundings clearly, it was swallowed by the tentacles stretched out by the statue of the evil god.
The light and shadow distorted, the radiance on the statue of the evil god became stronger, and it became more and more strange, and the whispers in the mind increased by two points.
Wails sounded in the square one after another. More and more black wizards were driven mad by the voice in their heads. Their souls were soon swallowed by the statue of the evil god. The remaining black wizards looked solemn and ignored the crazy people around them. Companions, let them die.
It was a terrible nightmare!
One by one the dark wizards died, killing themselves in brutal ways until they were all.
Compared with these horrific ways of dying, the Killing Curse is simply too merciful, killing people in one go.
At this moment, the whole ruins has become a hell. Harry has never seen such a terrifying scene. He feels that he has reached his limit. The pain of the scar and the whispers of the evil god will drive him crazy. If he is not tied to the pillar, He would surely kill himself too.
The light in front of him was very dim, and countless black shadows appeared and swayed.
Synchronized with the whispers of the evil god, the black witch howled crazily, her voice was hoarse, and her whole body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her beautiful face was no longer there, and the black witch returned to her original appearance, that monster-like face .
The magic surged, and the black witch's tattered cloak bulged, and she looked like an ugly dementor now.
"Such a delicious soul!" The evil god's voice echoed again.
Under the effect of magic, the terrifying statue has escaped from the embrace of the black witch, floating high in the air, floating above the phantom of the gate of death, more and more souls are swallowed by it, and formed with it as the soul. Formed a soul whirlpool.
Amidst the wailing, Harry vaguely heard it say, "Monster of the nightmare, obey me!"
In the next second, his eyes fell into darkness, and he knew that he had finally reached the limit, and he was finally relieved. Apart from the pain from the scar, he could no longer hear the voice of the evil god that was about to drive people crazy. .
The whole world suddenly quieted down!
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was still very worried about what happened in the real world, it didn't seem so unbearable to be relieved in this way. In the infinite darkness, he couldn't see anything, and he kept asking Falling, falling, not knowing where to fall.
But soon, Harry found himself still tied to the pillar, and the hazy light and shadow appeared again.
The surroundings were still so dark, but he could see that the black shadows that were looming before became clear.
These shadows are all wizards, standing scattered around the gate of death. They are wearing gorgeous and ancient robes, a bit like the dress robes worn by the students at the Goblet of Fire Christmas Ball, which are more retro in style, and Ravenc Lau's ornamentation.
Harry yelled loudly, but the wizards around him turned a blind eye to him, as if they didn't see him or hear his voice, they didn't have any breath on them, they acted according to the prescribed actions, and they were carrying out a strange scene ceremony.
"This is a memory? It's like the inside of the Pensieve!" Harry quickly realized that the scene in front of him gave people the same feeling as in Dumbledore's Pensieve. He and Ivan had entered the Pensieve many times last year. In the memory of Bullido.
He looked around and found that the surroundings had changed drastically. It was no longer a ruined building. All the buildings were intact, and the door of death was also intact. It was the door deep in the underground of the Ministry of Magic, with a brand new curtain hanging on it. .
Not far from him, the figure of the black witch and the wizard beside him also appeared.
"Hahaha, it's a success! With the help of the great and omnipotent master, the magic of the Ravenclaw family will reappear before our eyes, and we will finally get the secret of Death's Gate." Said the harsh voice.