While the ghost Markus was trembling, the black witch's magic had reached a critical moment in the ruins of the Death's Gate in the center of the lake. Countless ghosts were hovering in the air, making terrifying noises. The surrounding shadows were becoming more and more real. The Death's Gate had completely condensed. It was as if it was real, and the patterns and patterns on it were very clear.
Harry's scar hurt like hell. He tried his best not to faint and stared at the statue of the evil god in front of him.
Under the control of the black witch, the ugly stump statue seemed to come to life. Its roots and tentacles wriggled and swallowed the souls, magic, and all the life essence in the air. The pale green light became more and more dazzling.
As the evil god statue wriggled, unknown whispers began to echo in Harry's mind.
The low voice became more and more ethereal, and more and more urgent.
Harry wanted to hear what the voice was saying, but he couldn't hear or understand a word. It didn't seem like the language of this world. He wanted to give up and ignore the voice, but the low voice seemed to be especially clear.
Every word echoed in Harry's mind, imprinted on his flesh, and imprinted on his soul.
Harry was about to be driven crazy by these sounds. The light in front of him was getting darker and darker, and some black shadows loomed. Harry felt that he had reached the limit of his endurance, and the pain of the scar almost made his head explode.
At this time, the black witch shouted crazily, attracting his attention.
"Master, help me! Let the magic of the past reappear! Let the evil of the past see the light of day again! "
"No, you can't do this!" The voices of Ravenclaw's ghosts became more and more ethereal. They entangled together and tightly wrapped around the stone pillar, resisting the black witch's magic. They didn't want the spell to open the Death's Gate to appear, but their resistance was getting weaker.
"Stupid witch, you open the Death's Gate again!"
"Get out of here!"
"The ancient evil will destroy everything!"
"We can't let it return to this land!"
"Shut up!" The black witch shouted and waved her wand. "Master, help me dispel them!"
"I need more, more souls!" The cold and deep voice echoed again. This time, it was exceptionally clear. It was a voice that Harry could understand. He clearly heard the other party say, "I will devour all of you!"
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a hurried and terrible wailing sounded in the square.
Harry turned his head with difficulty and saw a dark Magus howling in pain.
He threw his wand away, his hands helplessly clutching at his ears, shouting for silence, and waving his hands vigorously as if to chase away something invisible. But he soon gave up and knelt down again, weeping and begging for mercy.
No matter how he begged, the evil god did not let him go. This person was driven crazy by the evil god's whispers. He used his hands to tear open his throat. To him, death seemed to be a release.
After he died, a milky white soul was quickly pulled out from his body.
It looked around blankly, but before it could see its surroundings clearly, it was swallowed by the Evil God statue's tentacles.
Light and shadow twisted, and the Evil God Statue's light grew stronger and more bizarre. The whispers in Xiao Chen's mind sped up.
More and more Dark Sorcerers were driven mad by the voice in their heads, and their souls were quickly devoured by the statue of the Evil God. The remaining Dark Sorcerers had solemn expressions on their faces. They ignored their frenzied companions and let them die.
What a terrible nightmare!
One by one, the dark Magi died, using cruel methods to kill themselves, until all of them were dead.
Compared to these horrible ways of dying, the Massacre Curse was too merciful. It killed them in an instant.
At this moment, the whole ruin had become hell. Harry had never seen such a horrible scene. He felt like he was at his limit. The pain from the scars and the evil god's whispers were driving him crazy. If he was not tied to the pillar, he would have killed himself.
The light in front of him was very dim, and countless black shadows appeared and swayed.
Synchronized with the evil god's whispers, 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 gone, and the black witch returned to her original appearance, that monster-like face.
Magic surged, and the black witch's tattered cloak puffed up. She looked like an ugly Soul Catcher.
"Such a delicious soul!" The evil god's voice echoed again.
Under the effect of magic, the terrible statue had left the black witch's embrace and floated high in the air, above the shadow of the Door of Death. More and more souls were devoured by it, and it formed a whirlpool of souls with it as the soul.
In the wailing, Harry vaguely heard it say, "Monster of nightmares, obey me!"
In the next second, his vision turned black, and he fell into complete darkness. He knew that he had finally reached his limit, and he had finally obtained freedom. Other than the pain from his scars, he could no longer hear the voice of the Evil God that was about to drive him crazy.
The whole world suddenly became quiet!
Harry heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Although he was still very worried about what would happen in the real world, it did not seem so unbearable to be freed like this. In the infinite darkness, he could not see anything. He kept falling, falling, and falling, and he did not know where he would fall.
But soon, Harry found himself still tied to the pillar, and the hazy light and shadow appeared again.
His surroundings were still so dark, but he could see that the black shadows that had been faintly discernible before had become clear.
These shadows were all wizards, scattered around the Door of Death. They wore gorgeous and ancient robes, a bit like the formal robes that students wore at the Goblet of Fire Christmas Ball, but the style was even more retro, and there were Ravenclaw patterns on them.
Harry shouted loudly, but the wizards around him ignored him, as if they did not see him, nor did they hear his voice. They did not have any aura, and according to the prescribed movements, they were carrying out a strange ceremony.
"Is this a memory? Just like in the meditation pot! " Harry quickly realized that the scene in front of him was exactly the same as in Dumbledore's meditation pot. Last year, he and Elwyn had entered Dumbledore's memory many times.
He looked around and found that the surroundings had changed greatly. There were no longer broken walls, and all the buildings were intact. The Door of Death was also intact. It was the door deep under the Ministry of Magic, and there was a new curtain hanging on it.
Not far from him, the figure of the black witch and the wizard next to him also appeared.
"Hahaha, it's a success! Great and omnipotent master, with its help, the magic of the Ravenclaw family in the past will appear in front of us, and we will finally get the secret of the Door of Death, "the black witch said with a piercing voice.
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