The light and shadow are hazy, and everything in front of you is dominated by gray and cold tones.

The sky was solemnized by a great darkness, and the black curtain was slowly swirling, as if to suck all the anger away.

Beneath the stone platform, the wizards of the Ravenclaw family did not stop their ritual because of the sudden intruder.

They were chanting incantations in eerie arias, the sound of which sent chills down Harry's ears.

"Death is not the end, the dead do not rest in peace forever, and the marvelous eternal calamity does not end in death......"

As the chanting progressed, the wind blew from nowhere and stirred the curtain above the Gate of Death.

The curtain shook slightly, and a cold, piercing sound rang out from inside the door.

These are the voices of the dead, who come from hell at the call of the wizards.

The shrill laughter of the Black Witch, the voices inside the door, and the spells of the wizards mixed together, making Harry's head a mess.

Also, it's cold!

It's really cold!

He felt the temperature around him drop dramatically.

Strange, why is this happening?

This is supposed to be a memory, a memory of the wizards of the Ravenclaw family opening the door to death.

Does the decrease in temperature in memory make the person watching the memory feel cold?

The Black Witch is here, but where is the Evil God Statue?

Where's Aven? He should have been here, why hasn't he been here?

One question after another and a cacophony of voices mingled and poured into Harry's head.

His head is starting to hurt again!

Because of the cold, he also had a terrible pain all over his body.

Harry didn't have time to think about those questions, he couldn't tell why, this time he seemed to understand the voice inside the door, the last time he had come into contact with the door of death at the Ministry of Magic, all he could hear was some meaningless whispering, he suspected it was his parents talking to him, after all, it sounded so similar, but now......

He heard clearly that it was not his parents or his relatives inside the door at all, but the voice of the cold and piercing undead.

The undead are cursing, cursing, wailing in the most sinful language, trying to get out of this door.

As the spell progressed, a low rumbling sound began to be heard from inside the door of death, which was about to be opened.

"No!" Harry shouted, using all his remaining strength.

"Hahaha, Harry Potter, let's witness death coming. The Black Witch shouted frantically and turned to look at Harry.

At this time, the Black Witch's face was completely distorted, like a monster in a nightmare, the skin on her face was grayish-blue, like a dead person, her towering nose collapsed, her eyes kept at a strange angle, her mouth was crooked, and a constantly changing black mist shrouded her face, indescribable horror.

Looking at her, Harry couldn't help but shudder, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Despair followed the cold, and Harry watched helplessly at what 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, the great horror would come.

Even if it's a memory, the horror that is about to befall is real......

At this moment, Ai Wen was also confused, and felt that something was wrong.

Since arriving at the Ravenclaw family's castle, he has been plagued by many questions.

He could feel the Black Witch's magic in the middle of the lake suddenly intensifying, and he could even feel the breath of the evil god, the power of the evil god statue, which was devouring everything in the air, the magic, the emotions, the hope, and even the magic that had revived Ravenclaw Castle and the ghosts.

The blue light and shadow became unstable, and the illusion that had been solid just now began to dissipate.

Click, click, click, a strange sound suddenly sounded, coming out of the garden below.

Aven poked his head out, and through the huge hanging window, he could see that the stone carvings below were shattering, shaking off the pieces.

No, it's not broken, they're resurrecting!

The power of the evil gods has resurrected them!

Aven's eyes widened, it was terrible.

There are hundreds of monsters down there, if they all become real......

Not to mention, many of these guys look very difficult to deal with.

"No, no, the power of death, the god of death is coming, and the power of the curse is being revived. Ghost Marcus shouted, drawing Aven's gaze back.

He was also becoming more and more eccentric now, and his figure had become more ethereal, as if it could dissipate at any moment.

"Go to the library, master, and cast the magic that rests the dead. "Hurry up," he urged, "or it will be too late." ”

Evan thought for a moment, and quickly ran forward along the passage pointed by Marcus, he didn't seem to have any other choice now, the enemy's strength was rapidly increasing, and the stalemate continued, and the stone carvings of the evil gods below were all resurrected, which was definitely a big trouble, if he rushed to the center of the lake, it would not necessarily be the opponent of the two evil gods, the black witch and a large number of dark wizards, and it was impossible to expect the Book of Abraham to suddenly come out to save his life.

Suddenly, the castle began to shake, and the blue light and shadow were rapidly compressed, gradually dissipating, replaced by a miserable green light.

The light had a chilling aura of terror that spread from the ruins of the Death's Door in the center of the lake.

Between the ruins, Aven could see there, even if it was far away, but he could still see the statue of the evil god floating in the air, because it was so conspicuous, and a phantus above the statue was condensing out, it was the terrible evil god he was familiar with.

The huge body, the indescribable form, the countless shaking tentacles, the pus-like ravines......

On the opposite side of the evil god, directly above the ruins of the Death's Gate, another phantom was gradually condensing.

That's a cold eye!

It seems to be the eyes of a basilisk!

But Evan only glanced at it, and was sure that the phantom was the eye on the crimson tag he had obtained in the lair of the eight-eyed spider Aragog, the eye of the evil god, the eye of death, the sign of the despicable Helbo after he became an evil god.

There are three of them, corresponding to Helbo's eyes, body, and brain.

The huge eyes condensed in the air, corresponding to the evil god covered with tentacles.

The magical aura of the two of them is completely different, one is devouring and the other is death.

"What a big scene!" For a moment, Evan wished the two monsters would fight.

But no, after a short communication, they seemed to get along happily.

Death and devouring forces are sandwiched together, causing irreparable damage to everything around them.