Evan lay on the ground gasping for breath, and Gryffindor looked at him with a smile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What about the evil god?" he glanced down, but saw nothing.

Around the platform, countless clouds were tumbling, obscuring everything on the Moon Temple.

A dark cloud drifted through the bodies of Evan and Gryffindor, their figures looming like dreams, the mist making everything unreal.

"It's gone, and you've beaten it!" Gryffindor said softly.

"But I haven't done anything, my magic doesn't work on it, I haven't destroyed the wooden statue that summoned it. Evan said puzzled.

"You don't have to do anything, just come here and you've passed the challenge. Gryffindor smiled, took out a bright red stone from his bosom and handed it to Aven, "You're the best little wizard I've ever seen, take this magic stone, it's yours now!"

Looking at the Philosopher's Stone that shimmered with a soft light, a hint of longing flashed across Aven's face.

He reached forward and stopped abruptly just as his fingertips were about to touch the Philosopher's Stone.

The sudden warning in his heart made him restrain his desires.

Something didn't seem right, and he remembered that Gryffindor had told him before that Voldemort had left a spell on top of the Philosopher's Stone.

But he didn't even mention it now, and why did he give the Philosopher's Stone to himself in an illusion instead of teleporting him back to the real world?!

In front of him, Gryffindor had a smile on his face all the time, and it looked so unnatural.

The smile was not so much a kind smile from the elder as a restrained mockery.

In the mist, the corners of his mouth were exaggerated to the sides, becoming more and more incongruous, as if it was not human......

A chill hit, and Evan swallowed his saliva, and his right hand subconsciously clenched his wand.

"What are you waiting for, catch this Philosopher's Stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard, believe me......" It was obviously close at hand, but the voice of Gryffindor seemed to come from far away.

Evan could hear it clearly, the voices echoing in his head.

When he mentions power, Evan is almost certain that this guy is an impostor.

Gryffindor never said these words, and he always stressed that strength was not the most important thing.

The challenge isn't over yet, you have to destroy the wooden statue of the evil god.

The evil god who had become a Gryfin son was still laughing, but the atmosphere was getting more and more depressing.

Its laughter rang out in the deepest part of Aven's heart, getting louder and louder, with the frequency of the heartbeat, knock, knock, knock......

Evan felt his heart burst with the sound of torture, and from his nostrils and eye sockets, some kind of fluid flowed out.

His magic began to dissipate, and all the power in his body frantically resisted.

Evan gasped, grasped the hard wand, and raised his right hand diagonally upward, and a pale green spell light erupted from the Gryffindor in front of him.

He has no substance, but an illusion.

"Young human wizard, you rejected me and made the stupidest decision. ”

Gryffindor took a step forward, his face twisted and distorted, the corners of his mouth opening at a wider and wider angle.

Countless pieces of green slime and flesh fell from it, and his body was rapidly expanding, bursting out of rotting tentacles like the most terrifying nightmares.

The tentacles moved forward slowly, as if trying to touch Evan's skin.

"Divine Guard!" Aven shouted.

The silver Patronus spiraled out, a bright white mist blocking between the two.

"Young human wizard, you don't know the true meaning of magic, you haven't suffered the pain of the collapse of the worlds, you're just the lowliest being in the world. ”

Gryffindor's face completely turned into the appearance of an evil god, his tentacles swaying and slapping on the light screen, and his mouth said crazy, meaningless words, "Poor ant, you are just a puppet in the hands of a puppet, struggling uselessly in the face of unknown power......"

Evan increased the mana delivery, and the repressed time passed for a few seconds, or centuries, and then he suddenly realized that he should run.

He didn't care about the evil god in front of him, no longer cared about his surroundings, and continued to go up the narrow openwork staircase next to the platform, rushing forward.

Through the thick light mist, the thick tentacles of the evil god continued to flapp, with crazy power, more and more ruthless and cold, as if to slap Wen's body in half.

Aven gasped, and on the small platform at the top, he saw a dull wooden statue, countless times smaller than the evil god, like the rhizome of some kind of plant.

He didn't think about it, he waved his wand, and the red spell flashed.

Unexpectedly, the wooden statue shattered in response to the sound and dissipated into the sky as dots of starlight.

The mad voice of the evil god faded away, but it was still heard very clearly, "Poor lamb, you have overcome me in an illusion, but you do not know that you are entering into another, more terrible vision, fear is like a shadow, never disappearing, never ending......"

The surroundings gradually fell silent, and when Evan looked up, he saw Gryffindor smiling in front of him again.

He took a step back in surprise and raised his wand warily, but Gryffindor waved his hand absently, the smile on his face even thicker.

"Don't do that, Aven!" he said with a smile, "that guy is gone, and now it's just the two of us here." ”

"How can you be sure that you're a real Gryffindor and not the evil god impersonating?" Evan asked hesitantly, cold to the extreme.

His heart was beating so hard that he couldn't tell the difference between the unreal and the real, and he felt like he was going crazy.

"I can't prove anything, because I didn't really exist in the first place, just a part of this illusionary magic, a piece of consciousness that the body left here. Gryffindor smiled and said, "Your performance just now is very good, and I recognize it." Believe it or not, I'm going to tell you that you passed the challenge. ”

The first time I heard it, it sounded like a surprise, but now it sounds like sheer horror.

Gryffindor didn't seem surprised by Aven's performance, and he waved his hand, "I know you have a lot of questions, in fact, the evil god you saw doesn't exist in real history. Ugt had a little better luck than you did, and when he reached the top of the temple, the evil ritual had not yet been completed, and he managed to stop everything. ”

"And what just appeared?" asked Aven, gasping.

"As you can see, it is my imagination and reasoning, and it is revealed to you by the power of magic. Gryffindor said with a smile, as if to explain a trivial matter, "In the real world, the so-called evil god did not come to the mortal world in the end, it only became angry at the last moment, and used all its strength to break through the void and split the philosopher's stone I left in half, nothing more. (To be continued.) )