Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

679. Chapter 675 Evil Illusion

    Harry remembers Ivan said that the monster on this distorted sculpture is a horrible evil god.

    A terrible creature that comes from the void and does not exist in the real world. Its purpose is to destroy all life.

    He looked at the statue, some strange, and there was no reaction when he saw it last time, but now there is a red glow.

    The flashing red light is like a sinful flame, and every time it beats, Harry's heart slams.

    He has a bad feeling, from the statue to feel the most evil atmosphere in the world…

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

    For a long time, his gaze finally turned to another black chair in front of the chair, which was a cold-faced man.

    "Kreshkov, I need an explanation!"A cold voice like nails on a chalkboard came out of the chair.

    "I have already said that my men let him escape because of mistakes!"Kreshkov said slowly, the voice was equally indifferent. "I am very sorry, Dark Lord, but he is already dead. I killed him personally, hoping that I will not mess up your plan."

    "Not at this time, my servant solved him and avoided making things worse."The cold voice said, icy, "But I should remind you, I can't tolerate making mistakes again, you should know the basis of our cooperation, now even without your help….."

    "Of course, I hope you can remember this."Kreshkov said that it seems that he did not hear the other party's threat. "In your current state, without my support and help, you can't do anything!"

    "Was I?The cold voice said, "Do you think so?!"

    The red light of Shandong above the statue in the middle of the room is more and more frequent, as if there is anything to break out.

    A wand tip appeared at the side of the chair, pointing to Kreshkov.

    In the corner, a large snake was slowly moving, approaching him from behind Kreshkov.

    Harry wants to remind the other person, but the scar on his forehead is burning like a fire, he can feel the anger of that person…..

    The strange power surged in the body, and then it was the pain of the heart, as if every nerve was burning.

    The red flashing light on the statue faded away, and the terrible power dissipated.

    Instead, it is a weak and hard to suppress, encroaching on every cell in the body.

    Harry could clearly feel it because he took the wand back.

    "Are you already able to use its power?"Kreshkov whispered, with a hint of incomprehensible surprise in his tone.

    "Not yet, but it's fast!"The cold voice said, "It is mine sooner or later, I am the strongest in the world."

    "Obviously, as you become stronger, you become more evil than before!"Kreshkov said, "The power of that thing is completely beyond your imagination. You don't even know what you are doing. You are doing it all at all."

    "The concept of the weak!"

    "The power of it is cursed and should not exist in this world."

    "Enough, Kreshkov, don't try to challenge my patience anymore!"The cold voice screamed, changing the tone of a slippery oil. "Our purpose is the same. I also want to see what my great ancestors left for me. By the way, help you solve that ridiculous trouble, if you Don't be stupid to find your way out!"

    "As long as you remember your promise, I and my people have no thoughts on your business."

    "Great."The cold voice said, a squeaky voice, "Nagini, your luck is not good, I don't intend to feed him with him, but it doesn't matter, and Harry Potter…"

    The serpent also made a squeaking sound, and Harry saw it vomiting a letter, as if he couldn’t help but devour himself.

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

    Harry squinted, Scar still raging and hurting his tears.

    This pain is true, it is not a dream.

    Like Privet Drive, there is no dream like a dream before!

    Harry even felt himself into the illusion and became that person…

    "Damn dream!"He muttered and climbed up from the bed.

    In the dark, Harry fumbled and took the glasses to see the time, only five o'clock in the morning.

    On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still asleep, making a slight snoring, and the clothes were still on the ground.

    Opposite, Neville, Dean · Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan are also a little bit quiet, immersed in their dreams.

    Harry felt that there was nothing more ridiculous than this. He had just experienced what might be the most evil thing in the world, and his roommates were sleeping peacefully in bed, and there was no reaction at all.

    He stared at the scar and didn't feel sleepy at all.

    Voldemort's power is growing, he gains the power of the Vampire, and is ready to kill himself…

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

    He thought of Ivan, but the other person should be sleeping now.

    Harry shook his head and Sirius once told him what to do if scar hurts again.

    He decided to do what Sirius said, and now go to Dumbledore's office.

    He climbed up from the bed at the fastest speed and put on his jacket.

    Harry walked out of the bedroom and thought about the dream.

    It is as true as the dream of Privet Drive. He can recall all the details and try to keep himself from forgetting…

    He heard Voldemort blame Kreshkov for making a fatal mistake, but that Vampire was obviously intentional, because the guard who guarded the man had already served him, and he felt surprisingly angry, not because of the death of this person, but because of his authority. Challenges, plans that have been carefully planned for a long time will be destroyed.

    Fortunately, the owl brought good news, this fault has been made up, and who is dead…

    Then, the topic shifted to the power that Voldemort was recovering. He was using the evil god statue to do evil, gaining power that should not exist in the world, and then they reached a consensus again.

    And this consensus is that he will be used to feed the snake…

    Harry walked out of the bedroom in meditation and was surprised to see Ivan sitting on the sofa in the common room, as if waiting for himself.

    "Harry, go see Dumbledore?"Ivan whispered, "Exactly, I have to go!"