Chapter 578 Behind the Veil

The sudden attack of the black substance made it too late for Allen to react. As soon as he was pulled into the arch, his heart sank suddenly, and that kind of despair and unwillingness submerged him like a raging tide—he was like this dying.

Alan was engulfed by the black mist and pulled into the back of the curtain. Alan, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, suddenly opened his eyes. The necklace with the Deathly Hallows logo was emitting blue light, as if depicting Allen's figure, wrapping him tightly.

Before he had time to think about it, a kind of joy of surviving after a catastrophe hit him violently. His strong desire to survive made him pay attention to his situation. There are meteors passing by, but not from top to bottom, but from bottom to top, as if the sky is turned upside down.

It feels like many, many years have passed. Allen, who was already exhausted, tried to cast a spell with his wand, trying to get rid of the shackles of the black mist, but the wand didn't respond at all, so he had to let himself continue to fall.

Although there was gray mist 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, even in a dream, it was impossible to fall like this endlessly.

At last the ground was close enough to be seen through the mist. It seemed to be a mass of hills, still far away and far away, but always closer. It was dark and cold in the middle of the sky, no sun, no stars - just a dull gray light in the sky, only the earth and gray fog rushing towards you.

At this time, Allen fell faster and faster, rushing towards the hill, and the gray fog roared in his ears. He looked down, the ground was coming towards him, the whole world spread out below, which even made him temporarily forget his fear. In this gray waste, the mist swirls and circles between gaunt trees and dangerous cliffs.

The piece of black matter that originally enveloped him suddenly began to tremble and revolve around him, the mist slapped his cheeks, blocking his vision, he couldn't help heaving up and down in the air, and finally a sharp pain came from his back , he was thrown into the barren land on the hill where there was nothing but black gray mud and gravel.

Allen just felt dizzy for a while. The gravel on the ground didn't really break through the blue shield on his body and hurt him, but the strangeness coming from his body after the tension made him look at the skin on his hands. Some special scars were on the ground. It appeared on his skin, and the feeling on his face made Alan understand that these exposed places were all hurt. Through recalling Alan, he learned that these scars were all left when he was entangled by the black substance at the moment before entering the veil .

The black matter kept churning and surging, quickly extending, and turned into a huge circular shield to lock Allen here, "Why is this a bit like obscurity? But obviously there is no obscurity for it to parasitize... ..." Allen observed for a while, and then contacted those special scars on the skin, which made him recognize that this black mist might be a powerful silent beast, but he didn't notice the existence of the host, which made Allen dare not Draw this conclusion.

Don't think about it anymore, Alan, who is already very tired, doesn't intend to make any contact with the other party. He starts to try to escape. Alan first turns into an Animagus form, and wants to teleport away from here with the help of the Phoenix's ability, but I tried several times in succession, but even if I turned into a phoenix, I could only teleport within this prototype shield.

Allen waved his wand unwillingly again, trying to cast the gate of another world, this time not to summon the devil, but to let himself go in and teleport away, but the wand still didn't respond - not because of fatigue and lack of energy, but It was the wand itself that lost connection with Allen, and its core seemed to have died because it passed through the veil, and it could no longer respond to any of Allen's casting actions.

I don't know if it was affected by the environment, but the irritability caused by disappointment made Allen tear off his coat,

Loosen the neckline, Animagus can't do it, the door to another world can't do it, and the wand doesn't work at all. Alan tore the tie off his neck anxiously. Allen decided to try casting without a wand again, although he couldn't use this technique to cast too advanced spells.

With the last expectation, Allen roared: "Drowsy." A flash of magic spell lit up the gloomy world and also ignited Allen's hope, he shook his fist excitedly, "It works! "

Allen felt more at ease. As a wizard, nothing would give him a more sense of security than being able to cast magic. The feeling of losing the ability to cast spells made Allen feel like he had become a Muggle again just now. , at the mercy of others.

Since he could cast spells without a wand, it meant that he would not be without self-defense in this unknown place, and it represented the possibility of getting out of this damn black matter and surviving.

Allen's stun spell hit the layer of black matter, and the shield formed by the black matter was hit with ripples. During the ripples, the power of the spell was eliminated, and it did not seem to cause any damage to the black matter. Alan was a little disappointed and frightened, so he used the petrification spell unwillingly. Alan wanted to petrify it into a solid state, and then tried to crush it to get himself out of trouble.

But to his disappointment, like water droplets flowing into a river, that layer of black matter still tenaciously enveloped Allen.

"Is it because these spells are too low-level and not powerful enough, so you can't do anything with this black substance?" Alan, who had made a judgment in his heart, was ruthless. The shadow shot out from his fingertips, and he slumped back to the ground exhaustedly, ignoring to check his state. All of Allen's mind rushed forward following this spell with the nature of black magic, bringing Allen's infinite hope Shen Feng Wuying caused even bigger ripples on the barrier of surging black matter, but it was only ripples...

Allen, who has not yet given up, learned through experiments that although these black substances are similar to the silent silence in the records, they also belong to darkness, but the difference is that this black mist also carries the power of death and shadow, although their The attack comes with a curse, but Allen feels that this kind of power has no distinction between good and evil, and it doesn't have its own camp like Avada Kedavra or those powers from the devil.

Alan's heart sank little by little, "So what if I can cast the spell, I still can't escape the imprisonment of this black substance, can I just wander between this square inch for the rest of my life? If I can release the patron saint without a stick Curse..." Thinking of this, Alan glanced at the wand that was still completely unresponsive, his whole body was cold, and a strong sense of powerlessness and loneliness came out of his heart.

He pressed his hand on the imprint of perception on his arm, anyone who wants to contact his family and friends through the imprint, as long as he can contact him, the imprint is as cold as any inch of skin on his arm, and if he succeeds in communicating, he should There were no signs such as fever. Allen then tried to use the imprint to locate it, but the imprint seemed to be just a delicate tattoo, and there was no response.

Allen clenched his fist, the pain of nails sinking into his palm kept him calm, "Damn it, what the hell is this place?!"