The light and shadow were hazy, and everything in front of him was mainly gray and cold.
The sky was covered by a huge darkness, and the black curtain was rotating slowly, as if it wanted to suck away all life.
Below the stone platform, the Ravenclaw family wizards did not stop the ceremony because of the sudden intruder.
They were chanting in an eerie aria, and the sound sent chills down Harry's spine.
"Death is not the end, the dead will not rest in peace forever, and the miraculous Eternal Calamity does not end with death …"
As the chanting continued, a gust of wind blew from an unknown source, blowing the curtains above the Door of Death.
The curtain trembled slightly, and a bone-chilling voice came from inside the door.
This was the voice of the dead, and they obeyed the wizards' summons from hell.
The Black Witch's ear-piercing laughter, the voice from inside the door, and the wizards' chanting mixed together, making Harry's head very messy.
Also, it's so cold!
It's really cold!
He felt the temperature around him drop rapidly.
Strange, why is this happening?
This should be a memory, the memory of the Ravenclaw family wizards opening the Door of Death.
The temperature in the memory dropped, would it make the person watching the memory feel cold?
The Black Witch was here, but where was the Statue of the Evil God?
Where was Elwyn? He should be here already, why is he not here yet?
One question after another, mixed with a cacophony of voices, poured into Harry's head.
His head was starting to hurt again!
Because of the cold, his whole body was also hurting badly.
Harry did not have time to think about those questions. He did not know why, but this time, he seemed to understand the voice from inside the door. The last time he came into contact with the Door of Death at the Ministry of Magic, he could only hear some meaningless chanting. He once suspected that it was his parents talking to him, after all, it sounded so similar, but now …
He heard it clearly. It was not his parents, nor was it his family, but the voice of the cold, bone-chilling dead.
The dead were cursing, cursing, and wailing in the most sinful language. They wanted to come out of the door.
As the incantation progressed, a low rumbling sound came from within the Door of Death. The door was about to open.
"No!" Harry shouted with all his remaining strength.
"Hahaha, Harry Potter, let's witness the arrival of death!" The Dark Witch shouted crazily as she turned around to look at Harry.
At this time, the Dark Witch's face was completely twisted like a monster from a nightmare. The skin on her face was greyish-green, like a dead person. Her towering nose had collapsed, her eyes maintained a strange angle, and her mouth was crooked. A constantly changing black mist shrouded her face, making her look indescribably terrifying.
Looking into her eyes, Harry couldn't help but shiver, as if he had fallen into an icehouse.
Despair followed by coldness, Harry helplessly watched everything that was happening in front of him, waiting for the door of death to open …
The only thing he knew was that if the Door of Death was opened, a great terror would descend.
Even if this was just a memory, the terror that was about to descend was real …
At this moment, Elwyn was also confused and felt that something was wrong.
Ever since he came to the Ravenclaw family's castle, many questions had been bothering him.
He could feel that the Dark Witch's magic in the center of the lake had suddenly become stronger. He could even feel the Evil God's aura. It was the power of the Evil God's statue. This power was devouring everything in the air: magic, emotions, hope, and even the magic that allowed the Ravenclaw Castle and the dead to reappear was being devoured.
The blue light became unstable, and the illusion that seemed solid just now began to dissipate.
Kacha, kacha, kacha. A strange sound suddenly rang out from the garden below.
Elwyn poked his head out, and through the large hanging window, he saw the stone statues below shattering, the pieces constantly falling off.
No, they weren't shattering, they were reviving!
The Evil God's power was reviving them!
Elwyn's eyes widened. This was really bad.
There were more than a hundred monsters below. If all of them were to become real existences …
Not to mention, many of these fellows looked hard to deal with.
"No, no, the Death, the Death's power is descending, the power of the curse is reviving." The ghost Markus shouted, attracting Elwyn's attention.
He was also becoming more and more strange, his figure becoming more illusory, as if he could disappear at any time.
"Quickly go to the library, Master, and cast the magic that allows the dead to rest in peace." He urged intermittently. "Hurry, or it'll be too late."
Elwyn thought for a moment, and quickly ran towards the passage that Markus pointed to. He seemed to have no other choice now, the enemy's strength was rapidly increasing, and if the stalemate continued, the stone statues created by the Evil God below would all be revived, and it would definitely be a huge problem. If he rushed to the center of the lake, he might not necessarily be a match for the two Evil Gods, the black witches, and a large group of black wizards. Hoping for the Book of Abraham to suddenly appear and save his life was simply not something he had the confidence to do.
Suddenly, the castle began to shake, and the blue light was rapidly compressed, gradually dissipating, and replacing it was a pale green light.
The light carried a terrifying aura, and it spread out from the ruins of the Death's Gate in the center of the lake.
Between the broken walls, Elwyn could see that place, even though he was very far away, he could still see the Evil God statue floating in the air, because it was too obvious. A shadow was forming above the statue, and it was the terrifying Evil God that he was familiar with.
The huge body, the indescribable form, the countless swaying tentacles, the deep gullies …
Opposite the Evil God, right above the ruins of the Death's Gate, another shadow was gradually forming.
It was a cold eye!
It looked like the eye of a snake monster!
But with just one glance, Elwyn was sure that the shadow was the eye on the dark red sign he had obtained in the Eight-Eyed Spider Aragorn's lair. The Evil God's Eye, the Eye of Death, the symbol of the despicable Helbo after he transformed into the Evil God.
Elwyn had obtained a total of three such dark red signs, corresponding to Helbo's eye, body, and brain.
The huge eye condensed in the air, corresponding to the Evil God covered in tentacles.
The magic aura of the two was completely different, one was devouring, and the other was death.
"What a scene!" For a moment, Elwyn hoped that the two monsters would fight, but they did not.
After a short communication, they seemed to be getting along very well.
The power of death and devouring mixed together, causing irreparable damage to everything around them.
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