The sudden attack of the black substance gave Eren no time to react further, and as soon as he was pulled into the archway, his heart sank, and the despair and reluctance drowned him like a raging tide—he was going to die.

Alan was dragged behind the curtain by the black mist, and Alan, who had already closed his eyes and waited for death to come, suddenly opened his eyes, and he was surprised to see that the necklace with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows given to him by Luna around his neck was emitting a blue light, as if tracing Alan's figure, wrapping him tightly.

Before he had time to think about it, a kind of joy for the aftermath of the catastrophe violently hit him, and the strong desire to survive made him pay attention to his situation, he was falling, entangled by the black fog and falling continuously, and from time to time there seemed to be a meteor passing by, but not from top to bottom, but from bottom to top, as if the sky had been turned upside down.

It felt like many, many years had passed. Exhausted, Alan tried to wave his wand and cast a spell to free himself from the black mist, but his wand did not respond in the slightest, so he continued to fall.

Although there was a gray fog all around, he couldn't see how far the ground was, but he could feel how fast he was falling. He didn't know what was waiting for him below, and even in his dreams, he couldn't go on forever.

The ground was finally close enough to see through the mist, and it seemed to be a hill, still far away, far away, but always closer. It was dark and cold in mid-air, there was no sun, no stars—only a dull gray glow from the sky, only the earth and gray mist rushing in front of you.

At this moment, Eren fell faster and faster, and swooped towards the hill, the gray mist roaring in his ears. He looked down, and the ground was coming towards him, and the whole world spread out below, which even made him forget his fear for a moment. Over this gray wilderness, mist swirls around the haggard trees and dangerous cliffs.

The black mass that had enveloped him suddenly began to swirl around him, the mist lapping his cheeks, obscuring his vision, and he couldn't help but sway up and down in the air, and finally a sharp pain came from his back, and he was thrown into the barren land of the hill where there was nothing but black-gray dirt and gravel.

Alan just felt dizzy, those gravel on the ground didn't really break through the blue shield on his body to hurt him, but after the tension, the strange appearance from the body made him look at the skin on his hands, some special scars appeared on his skin, and the feeling on his face made Alan understand that these exposed places were hurt, and through recollections, Alan learned that these scars were left when they were entangled by the black substance at the moment before entering the curtain.

The black substance kept churning and surging, rapidly extending, turning into a huge circular shield and locking Alan here, "How is this a bit like Murphy, but apparently there is no Murphy for it to ......parasitize" Alan observed for a while, and then connected to those special scars on his skin, which made him recognize that this black mist could be a powerful Murmur, but he didn't notice the existence of a host, which made Alan dare not make this conclusion.

Don't think about it anymore, Alan who was already very tired didn't plan to make any more contact with the other party, he began to try to escape, Alan first changed into the form of Animagus, and wanted to teleport out of here with the help of the phoenix's ability, but he tried several times in succession, but even if he turned into a phoenix, he could only teleport within this prototype shield.

Alan waved his wand again unwillingly, wanting to cast the Otherworldly Gate, this time not to summon the devil, but to let himself walk in and teleport away, but the wand still did not respond - not because of fatigue and lack of physical strength, but because the wand itself lost connection with Allen, it was like dying because it had passed through the curtain, and it could no longer respond to any spell casting action of Allen.

I don't know if it's because of the environment, the irritability caused by disappointment made Alan tear off his coat and loosen his neckline, Animagus can't do it, the Otherworldly Gate can't do it, the wand doesn't work at all, Alan anxiously ripped the tie off his neck, since the wand can't be used, Alan who broke the jar and broke it decided to try the wandless spell again, although he can't use this technique to cast too advanced spells.

With a final expectation, Alan shouted, "Pass out." A flash of a spell lit up the gloomy world and ignited Allen's hope. Alan shook his fist excitedly, "It works!" He was much more at ease, as a wizard, nothing would give him more security than being able to cast magic, and the feeling of losing his ability to cast spells made Alan feel like he was a Muggle again, at the mercy of others.

Since you can cast a spell without a wand, it means that you will not be without the power of self-defense in this unknown place, and it represents the possibility of getting out of this damn black substance and surviving.

Allen's stun spell struck the black substance, and the shield made of the black substance rippled, and the power of the spell was eliminated in the ripples, and it seemed that it did not cause any damage to the black matter. Alan was a little disappointed and frightened, and unwillingly cast the petrification spell, Alan wanted to petrify it into a more solid state, and then try to break it to get himself out of trouble.

But to his disappointment, like a drop of water flowing into a river, the black substance still stubbornly enveloped Allen.

"Is it because these spells are too low-level and not powerful enough that they are helpless to take this black substance?" Allen, who had made a judgment in his heart, was ruthless, and as the casting time was much longer than that of his wand, a blade shot out from his fingertips, and he sat down on the ground tiredly, not caring to check his state, all of Allen's mind rushed forward with this spell with the nature of black magic, and the blade with Allen's infinite hope caused even greater ripples on the barrier of black matter surge, but it was only a ripple......

Allen, who has not given up yet, learned through experiments that although these black substances are very similar to the recorded Murmur, they also belong to darkness, but the difference is that this black fog also carries the power of death and shadows, although their attacks have their own curses, but Alan feels that this power is not good or evil, and it does not have its own camp like Avada Suo or those forces from the devil.

Allen's heart sank little by little, "What if you can cast a spell, you still can't escape the confinement of this black substance, can you only wander between these square inches for the rest of your life?" If I can release the Patronus Charm without a wand......" Thinking of this, Alan glanced at the wand that was still completely unresponsive, and his whole body was cold, and a strong sense of powerlessness and loneliness came out of his heart.

His hand pressed the sensory imprint on his arm, and anyone could contact family and friends through the imprint, as long as he could get in touch, the imprint was as cold as any inch of skin on his arm, and there was no sign of fever that should be expected of successful communication. Alan clenched his fists, the pain of his nails sinking into his palms kept him calm, "Hell, what the hell is this place?" Alan tried to locate it with the mark, but the mark acted as if it were just a beautiful tattoo, and nothing happened.