Fantasy World Transmigration

“It’s a subtle hidden spell!” Chen Ang said with emotion.

The sun shone on Chen Ang’s fingertips at the gate of the old castle. On the gate of the castle, the projection produced a long shadow. Chen Ang’s palm gradually paralleled the gate of the castle. The shadow of his hand was from The door came out and his hand reached into the door, and the shadow of his hand stretched out from the door and intersected his fingers.

Chen Ang turned his hand and the whole person exchanged his position with his own shadow.

In front of his eyes, the whole world was turned over. The shadow of the island where Azkaban is located has become three-dimensional, and the island that has just sun shone brightly has turned into a shadow. The rain has poured down from Chen Ang’s head. The raging, Chen Ang was on a small island that could only be called a reef. He turned back and didn’t see any traces of his Ghost Ship.

What is now in front of him is the real Azkaban, an ancient hidden curse hidden in an island in a remote place on the North Sea. Some people use the spell to divide the space here into two worlds. What seems to be protected by the spell in the fog is only the Azkaban of the world, only through the shadows can enter the real Azkaban.

A short shadow appeared at the foot of Chen Ang, and Gu Lu came out of the shadow.

The island is small and amazing. The whole castle occupies 90% of its land. The shape of Azkaban is a triangular tower. The front of the tower collapses. The dementors fly over it. At the base of the tower, it seems to be in the torrential rain forever. The waves beat the reef at the foot of Chen Ang, and the splashing waves sprinkled behind Chen Ang.

The dementors in the wind found the traces of Chen Ang, they roared, this is the sound of the wind, and the dementors themselves will not make any sound, Chen Ang can only smell the rancid and death’s aura brought by the sea. Seeing these black robe geeks, the black robe hunted in the wind, their hollow shape, wrapped in black cloth, swooping down towards Chen Ang.

Gu lu has pulled out his wand nervously behind Chen Ang, and the white light glistening at the tip of his stick has begun to flash slightly.

“I didn’t expect Bojin, the black wizard, to learn to protect God!” Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he inspired the real name of the konjac, and the existence of the name “Chen Ang” gradually retracted. Inside his soul, the externality of Das Magicus replaced Chen Ang as his body and outer.

At this time, a three-fold tall silhouette of an ordinary person appeared in the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness. Only a pair of rays of light was like a fierce eye, bright in the dark like a fire.

Moved towards Chen Ang The dementors who swooped down and saw the eyes, they screamed like their decaying vocal cords vibrating.

In the midst of the storm, the black robe dementors who looked directly at these eyes made the last scream in their lives. In the wind and rain, they turned into a black ash, and the ash was swept away by the storm. It is.

In the land of the power of the konjac, as if the surrounding light is slowly losing, the dementors lost their power and had to land, their black robe became weak and soaked, shrugged on the ground, the konjac As easy as the darkness to absorb their power and soul, Gu Lu became shorter and shorter in front of Chen Ang, who became a konjac, and he fell to his fear, because he felt that the silhouette in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness.

The evil power that the Dementor is proud of is as young as a baby in the presence of Him, and a servant as humble.

So that the konjac does not need any strength, they can easily enslave their souls. He entangles his power on them. The violent pain that erodes their souls makes the dementors struggle, but they cannot refuse such dark forces. .

Azkaban’s triangular towers rushed out more dementors, and they were brought together like the black tide from Azkaban. These guards’ jailers rolled in the sky, swooped, and then fell one by one. Down, paved in the sea, the soaked black robe entangled in the sea, Bojin looked at the most terrifying evil creatures in the wizard’s story and mourned at the foot of Chen Ang.

They have no sound, but the invisible bodies under the black robe are trembling, swaying their fears, fears and pains.

The silhouette of Morgoth looked back at them and stretched out like darkness. It was like human hands, pushing the door of Azkaban… The inside of the prison was dark and damp, and the space for people to walk inside. Extremely small, the silhouette of the konjac gradually faded, the black mist slowly dispersed, and the silhouette inside returned to normal.

He walked into Azkaban, and as he progressed, the dark moments inside expanded the space.

When the ground is wet and rotten, some Loba and carnivorous mites squirm on the authentic slate, and some zebras are breeding. When they are not moving, they are like a slightly greenish fungus with eyes. A few hairy crabs settled in the dark corners of the stone. These magical creatures are usually very powerful, and the wizards sometimes have to use special potions to clear them.

But as the Venus was getting closer, a deep dark power gradually enveloped the space.

The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died, their vitality disappeared into the darkness, once protected their darkness, and they took their lives backhand.

Rabastan Lestrange is playing with a cockroach. Since he was in prison, the only game he can vent his madness and despair is this. The dementor riots just caught the attention of most of the prisoners, but Rabastan just shouted: “Most of the muds of the Ministry of Magic are blaming!”

“I hope that the Dementors can suck their dirty souls.”

Rabstein in the prison was so dirty, a messy black hair, his face was pale and thin, and after a few words, Rabstein closed his mouth wisely because of his most scared sister-in-law shell. Latrix Lestrange is screaming insanely: “It’s him! It’s Voldemort Lord, he came to save us! I know that Lord may have lost for a short time, but he will never be there. The group of mud hands failed!”

Rabstein, who once again bowed his head, was surprised to see that the cockroach in his hand had lost his life.

Like something in the darkness, it is drawing on its vitality. This fragile little creature corpse has withered into a Lai Pi, Rabatan, and feels that the darkness around him seems to be rich and rich, and an inexplicable coldness envelopes his In the body, the body that he has exhausted, a trace of energy is clearly passing.

Rabastan felt like he couldn’t breathe. His brain was blank, and the heating between his nose and mouth was sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from the dementor’s kiss gradually controlled him. On the outside, his skin was pale. You can see the green black blood vessels below.

In the blurred view of the suffocation, Rabatstein posted on the fence saw an unspeakable silhouette, which was being released from the side.

An inexplicable terrifying that makes him unconscious and twitching…