Voldemort also wanted the Philosopher's Stone, and Evan felt like he had heard more bad news today than in a whole year, and things were far out of control. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In the deepest part of the temple, the ancient horses left behind a powerful magic. Keresis continued, "You have to collect enough flesh to crack it. ”

Needless to say, this ancient black magic is evil enough and cruel.

Voldemort and the vampires may not have cared about this, they didn't care if anyone else lived or died, but Evan wondered if they knew what they were doing.

Collecting enough flesh to crack the spell is also the first step in summoning the evil god to descend, and Aven is delivering the half of the magic stone it needs.

By that time, all the conditions for the terrifying evil god to descend into the real world have been met.

No one can stop it without Gryffindor.

Thinking of the terrifying scene he saw in the illusion of the evil god being summoned, the apocalyptic picture, Evan couldn't help but shudder.

It's terrible, and the peace of the wizarding world will be broken.

A war is about to engulf the world, and this time, wizards will face monsters like never before.

In order to survive, they will be forced to defend their homeland.

This must not happen, but Evan can't do anything.

Considering his current situation, he was powerless to stop it.

First of all, Voldemort and the vampires would not believe what he said and cooperate with him.

Secondly, Evan couldn't tell him about the Philosopher's Stone.

It would be unwise to confront Voldemort, vampires, and evil gods head-on, and if Dumbledore didn't arrive in time, Aven's wisest choice was to flee.

But the problem now was that he couldn't leave Sirius alone.

Under the influence of magic, Sirius's body slowly floated beside him.

He followed Aven forward, still showing no signs of coming to his senses.

The only thing to be thankful for is that after a simple treatment, his breathing is much smoother than before, and he is out of danger.

The group walked through the spacious hall to the small, closed chamber at the end.

Keresis stopped talking, he shook his black cloak and walked at the front of the line with a blank face, as if he had nothing to do with Aven.

In the back, more than a dozen vampires aimed their wands at Aven, eyeing them fiercely.

Evan gasped for air, and after entering the secret room, the uneasiness in his heart intensified.

It was the room he had seen in the basin of prophecy made by Nicol Lemay in alchemy, where all evil and horrific crimes were about to take place.

In the middle of the room was a magical barrier that shimmered green.

It divides the entire chamber into two parts, preventing people from moving on.

Inside, Evan could vaguely see the bones of dozens of Fallen Centaurs.

They were scattered all over the ground, according to the magical locations he had seen in his visions to summon evil gods.

In front of the centaur skeleton was a magic stone glowing red, and it was placed on an altar, next to the statue of the ugly evil god that looked like the root of a tree.

In mid-air, countless flesh and blood that rose from the pool of blood gathered here.

They pass through the barrier and swirl around the bones of the Fallen Centaurs, building their bodies.

Evan watched as a Fallen Centaur regained his body from a pile of bones in a prayer pose.

Aside from the lack of life, it is completely impossible to tell that he has been dead for hundreds of years.

It's like a realistic horseman specimen, giving people a depressing, weird feeling.

Outside the green barrier was the vampire that Evan had seen last night.

At this time, he was facing everyone, and his posture looked extremely strange.

"Kereceis, you've surprised me!" a cold voice burst out, "Let me see who this is, Sirius Black and a student from Hogwarts!"

The strong vampire slowly turned around, and Evan was horrified to see that there was a face in the place that was originally the back of his head.

It's a face that doesn't appear in the most horrific nightmares, dead white in color like chalk.

The red eyes glowed, and below them were two long, snake-like nostrils.

This is Voldemort!!

After Quirrell, he reattached it to someone's head.

Aven's eyes widened and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

He had imagined a meeting with Voldemort countless times, but he didn't expect it to be like this, and it was terrible.

Not to mention the vampire who was eyeing him, the closer he got to Voldemort, the snake ring curse on Aven's wrist began to sting, and the magic gradually spread outward.

He hurriedly hid his right hand behind his back, hoping not to be discovered by Voldemort.

"Surprised to see me, isn't it?!" Voldemort said in a whispered voice, "I've been gone for thirteen years, and maybe you've forgotten me." As the greatest wizard of all time, now only shadows and vapors remain, and I can only take form when I share a body with others, but I have never forgotten ......"

Voldemort stared at Evan with a sinister smile on his face.

"Voldemort is invincible, you think you have succeeded, but those weak spells will not kill me. "It's going to be soon, and when the magic left here by the ancient centaurs is broken, I'll be able to regain my strength, recreate a body of my own, and even become stronger." At that point, I'll go back again, back to Hogwarts, and get back everything that belongs to me......"

"You can't do anything!" shouted Aven, "don't think I don't know, Dumbledore and Harry defeated you two years ago!"

Evan took a step back and clenched his wand.

"Harry Potter?!" Voldemort's voice grew colder, "he's not a savior at all, he's nothing before great power." ”

"Harry has powers you will never understand, you don't have any chance of winning, you can't defeat him. Evan said as he stepped back.

He's trying to provoke Voldemort so that he might not notice the curse on him, leaving him plenty of time to find an opportunity.

Ahead, the magic left behind by the Fallen Centaurs could be broken at any moment.

The green barrier glows weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind.

Under the influence of countless flesh and blood, most of the centaurs inside have also recovered their bodies.

It is evident that they are in various positions and standing in the direction of the summoning ceremony.

The whispers of the evil god grew stronger and stronger, as if they were about to descend on this world. (To be continued.) )