At the same time as the ghost Marcus trembled all over, at the ruins of the Death Portal in the center of the lake, the magic of the Black Witch had reached a critical moment, countless ghosts were whistling and circling in the air, making terrible sounds, the surrounding phantoms became more and more real, and the Death Portal had been completely condensed, it seemed to be real, and the ornaments and patterns on it were very clear.

Harry's scar hurt terribly, and he tried to keep himself from fainting, staring at the statue of the evil god in front of him with wide eyes.

Under the Black Witch's control, the terrifying statue of an ugly stump seemed to come to life, its roots and tentacles writhing wantonly, devouring the soul, magic, and all the life essence in the air around it, and the miserable green light became more and more dazzling.

As the statue of the god writhed, whispers of unknown meaning began to echo in Harry's mind.

The deep voice grew more and more ethereal and hurried.

Harry wanted to hear the voice before saying anything, but he couldn't hear a word, he couldn't understand a word, it didn't seem like the language of the world, he wanted to give up ignoring the voices, but the deep voice seemed to be exceptionally clear.

Every word echoed in Harry's mind, etched into his flesh and blood, into his soul.

Harry was about to be driven crazy by the sounds, the light in front of him was getting dimmer and some black shadows looming, Harry felt that he had endured it to the limit, the pain of the scar almost making his head explode.

At this moment, the black witch shouted frantically, attracting his attention.

"Master, help me! Let the magic of the past be restored! Let the evil of the past be rediscovered!"

"No, you can't do that!" the voices of the Ravenclaw ghosts grew more and more ethereal, tangled together, tightly wrapped around the pillars to resist the Black Witch's magic, and the spell that opened the door of death from manifesting, but the resistance grew weaker and weaker.

"Stupid witch, you turn on death again!"

"Get out of here!"

"Ancient evils will destroy everything!"

"Can't let it go back to this land!"

"Shut up!" shouted the Black Witch, waving her wand, "Master, help me disperse them!"

"I need more, more souls!" the cold, deep voice echoed again, this time extra clear, a voice that Harry could understand, and he clearly heard the other man say, "I will devour you all!"

"Ahh

Suddenly, a rapid and terrible wail sounded in the square.

Harry turned his head with difficulty, and he saw a dark wizard below howling in pain.

He threw his wand away, his hands helpless, and shouted to shut up and be quiet, waving his hands as if to drive away something unseen, but he quickly gave up, and fell to his knees and begged for mercy in bitter tears.

No matter how much he pleaded, the evil god did not let him go, and the man was driven crazy by the whispering of the evil god, and he slashed his throat with his hand, and death seemed to him to be relieved.

After his death, a milky white soul was quickly pulled out of the corpse.

It looked around blankly, and before it could see its surroundings clearly, it was swallowed by the tentacles of the evil god statue.

The light and shadow distorted, and the light on the statue of the evil god became stronger and more eerie, and the whispers in his head became two points faster.

The wails in the square rang out one after another, and more and more dark wizards were driven crazy by the sound in their heads, and their souls were soon consumed by the statue of the evil god, and the remaining dark wizards had solemn expressions, ignoring the crazy companions beside them, and letting them die.

What a terrible nightmare!

One by one, the Dark Wizards died, killing themselves with brutal methods until they were all killed.

Compared to these horrific deaths, the Killing Curse is simply too merciful, killing people in one fell swoop.

At this moment, the whole ruins had become hell, Harry had never seen such a horrible scene, he felt that he was also at the limit, the pain of the scar and the whispers of the evil god were going to drive him crazy, if he was not tied to a pillar, he would have killed himself.

The light in front of him was very dim, and countless black shadows appeared and flickered.

Synchronized with the whispering of the evil god, the black witch howled wildly, her voice was hoarse, the whole person dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, her beautiful face was gone, and the black witch returned to her original face, the face like a monster.

The magic was stirring, the black witch's tattered cloak was bulging high, and she now seemed to be an ugly Dementor.

"Such a delicious soul!" the evil god's voice echoed again.

Under the influence of magic, the terrible statue has broken away from the arms of the Black Witch, floating high in the air, floating above the phantom of the death's door, and more and more souls are consumed by it, forming a soul nest for the soul.

Amid the wailing, Harry could vaguely hear it say, "Nightmare monster, obey me!"

In the next second, his eyes were completely plunged into darkness, he knew that he had finally persevered to the limit, and he had finally been liberated, except for the pain of the scar, he could no longer hear the voice of the evil god that was about to drive people crazy.

The whole world fell silent at once!

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, though he was still worried about what was happening in the real world, but it didn't seem so unbearable to be so relieved, in the infinite darkness, he couldn't see anything, he kept falling and falling, not knowing where to fall.

Soon, however, Harry found himself still tied to a pillar, and the hazy light and shadow reappeared.

It was still so dark, but he could see that the looming black shadows from before became clear.

These shadows were all wizards, scattered around the Death's Door, dressed in ornate and ancient robes, somewhat like the gowns worn by the students at the Goblet of Fire, with a more retro style and Ravenclaw ornamentation.

Harry shouted loudly, but the wizards around him ignored him, as if they hadn't seen him or heard his voice, they didn't have any breath on them, they were acting according to the prescribed movements, and they were performing a strange ritual.

"It's a memory, it's like inside a meditation basin!" Harry quickly reacted, the sight of which felt exactly the same as in Dumbledore's meditation basin, where he and Evan had entered many times last year.

He looked around and saw that his surroundings had changed drastically, no longer in ruins, all the buildings were intact, and the Death's Door was intact, the door deep beneath the Ministry of Magic, with a new curtain hanging from it.

Not far from him, the figure of the Black Witch and the figure of the wizard beside him also appeared.

"Hahaha, it worked! Great and omnipotent master, with its help, the magic of the past of the Ravenclaws will come back before our eyes, and we will finally get the secret of the door of death. The Black Witch said in a shrill voice.