Harry remembered that Evan had said that the monster on the terrifying sculpture was a terrifying evil god. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Terrifying creatures that come out of the void and do not exist in the real world exist for the purpose of destroying all life.

He looked at the statue and was a little strange, the last time he saw it, he didn't react, but now it was shining red.

The flickering red light was like a flame of sin, and with each beat, Harry's heart beat violently.

He had a bad feeling and felt the most evil breath in the world from the statue......

Harry stared at it, and of course, it was the man watching it.

After a long time, his gaze finally turned to another black chair in front of the chair, which was a man with a grim face.

"Keresis, I need an explanation!" a cold, shrill voice came from the chair.

"I've already said that my men let him escape because of a mistake!" said Keresis slowly, his voice equally cold, "I'm sorry, Dark Lord, but he's dead, and I executed him with my own hands, hoping not to mess up your plans." ”

"Not this time, my servant dealt with him to avoid making things worse. "But I should perhaps warn you that I can't tolerate any more mistakes, and you should know the basis of our cooperation, even without your help now....."

"Of course, I want you to remember that, too. Keresis said, not seeming to hear the other party's threat, "With your current state, you can't do anything without my support and help!"

"Really?!" the cold voice said again, "Do you think so?!"

The red glow above the statue in the middle of the room became more and more frequent, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

The tip of a wand peeked out from the side of the chair, pointing at Keresis.

Around the corner, a large serpent swam slowly, approaching Keresis from behind.

Harry tried to warn him, but the scar on his forehead burned and he could feel the man's anger.....

A strange force surged through his body, followed by a piercing pain, as if every nerve was on fire.

The flickering red light on the statue faded away, and with it the terrifying power dissipated.

Instead, there is an irrepressible weakness that invades every cell in this body.

Harry could feel it clearly as he took his wand back.

"Are you already able to use its powers?" said Keresis softly, with a hint of surprise in his voice that could not be concealed.

"Not yet, but soon!" said the cold voice, "it's all mine sooner or later, and I'm the strongest in the world." ”

"Obviously, as you get stronger, you're more evil than you used to be!" said Keresis, "and that thing is so powerful that you don't know what you're doing, you're playing with fire." ”

"The idea of the weak!"

"Its power is cursed and should not exist in this world. ”

"Enough, Kereces, stop trying to challenge my patience!" the grim voice snapped, changing to a slick tone, "Our purpose is the same, and I want to see what my great ancestors have left me, and by the way help you solve that ridiculous trouble, provided you don't foolishly kill yourself!"

"As long as you remember your promise, my people and I don't have the heart to care about you. ”

"Good!" the cold voice said, hissing "Nagini, you're out of luck, I'm not going to feed you with him, but it's okay, there's Harry Potter ......"

The serpent hissed as well, and Harry saw it spitting out letters, as if he couldn't resist devouring himself.

The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself still lying on a comfortable, soft four-poster bed.

Harry covered his face, his scar still burning and hurting, and it hurt his tears.

The pain was real, not a dream.

Just like the time when Privet Road did, there is no dream that doesn't feel like a dream just now!

Harry even felt like he was in an illusion and became that person......

"Damn dreams!" he muttered, and got out of bed.

In the darkness, Harry fumbled to put his glasses on and check the time, it was only past five in the morning.

On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still asleep, snoring slightly, and his clothes were still messy on the floor.

On the other side, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finigan were also unmoved, and were immersed in their respective dreams.

Harry felt like nothing was more ridiculous, he had just experienced what was probably the most evil thing in the world, and his roommates were sleeping peacefully in their beds, unresponsive.

He rubbed his scars, not sleepy at all.

Voldemort's power was growing, he was gaining powers that even the vampire feared, and he was ready to kill himself......

Harry felt he had to do something about it, tell someone about it, or he would go crazy.

He thought of Aven, but the other party should be sleeping now.

Harry shook his head, Sirius had told him what to do if the scar hurt again.

He decided to do as Sirius told him and go to Dumbledore's office right now.

He climbed out of bed as fast as he could, putting on his coat.

Harry stepped out of the bedroom, thinking about the dream.

It was as real as that dream of Privet Road, and he could recall all the details and try not to forget himself......

He heard Voldemort accuse Cairesis of a fatal mistake, but the vampire apparently did it on purpose, because the guards guarding the man had served him, and he felt a strange rage, not because of the man's death, but because his authority was challenged, and the long-planned plan would be destroyed.

Thankfully, the owl brought good news, and the fault was atoned, and someone died......

Immediately after, the conversation shifted to Voldemort's recovering power, which he was using the statue of the evil god to do evil things, gaining power that should not exist in this world, and then they re-compromised and came to an agreement.

And the consensus is that he Harry will be used to feed the snakes......

Harry brooded out of the bedroom and was surprised to see Evan sitting on the couch in the common room, as if waiting for him.

"Harry, are you going to see Dumbledore?" Evan asked softly, "That's right, I'm going too!"