Chapter 424 Voldemort

Voldemort also wanted the Sorcerer's Stone, and Ivan felt that he had heard more bad news today than in a whole year, and the development of things was far out of control.

"In the deepest part of the temple, the ancient centaur left a powerful magic." Keresis continued, "You must collect enough flesh and blood to break it."

Needless to say, this ancient black magic is evil and cruel enough.

Voldemort and the vampires may not care about this, they don't care about the lives of other people, but Ivan doubts whether they know what they are doing.

Collecting enough flesh and blood to crack the magic is also the first step in summoning the evil god to descend, and Aiwen is sending the half of the magic stone it needs to the door.

Until then, all the conditions for the terrifying evil god to descend on the real world are fulfilled.

Without Gryffindor, no one could stop it.

Thinking of the terrifying scene in which he saw the evil god being summoned in his vision, the scene like the end of the world, Aiwen couldn't help shivering.

This is too terrible, the peace of the wizarding world will be broken.

A war sweeping the whole world is about to come, and this time, wizards will face unprecedented monsters.

They will have to defend their homeland in order to survive.

This kind of thing must never happen, but Ivan can't do anything.

Considering his current situation, he was powerless to stop this matter.

First off, Voldemort and the vampires wouldn't believe what he said and cooperate with him.

Secondly, Aiwen couldn't tell about his possession of the Philosopher's Stone.

It is really unwise to confront Voldemort, vampires and evil gods head-on. If Dumbledore can't arrive in time, Ivan's wisest choice is to run away.

But the problem now is that he can't leave Sirius alone.

Under the effect of magic, Sirius' body slowly floated beside him.

He followed Ai Wen forward, still showing no signs of waking up.

The only good thing is that after simple treatment, his breathing is much smoother than before, and his life is out of danger.

A group of people walked through the spacious hall and came to the closed and narrow secret room at the end.

Keresis stopped talking. He shook his black cloak and walked at the front of the line expressionlessly, as if he had nothing to do with Ivan.

In the back, more than a dozen vampires aimed their wands at Ivan, staring at him.

Aiwen panted heavily, and after entering the secret room, the sense of uneasiness in his heart became stronger.

Here was the room he had seen in Nico Flamel's alchemical prophecy basin, the place where all evil and horrible crimes were about to happen.

In the middle of the room, there is a magic barrier shining with green light.

It divides the entire chamber into two, preventing people from going any further.

On the inside, Aiwen could vaguely see the bones of dozens of fallen centaurs.

They were scattered on the ground, and they were distributed according to the magic positions of summoning evil gods that he had seen in the illusion.

In front of the skeleton of the centaur is a magic stone emitting soft red light. It is placed on an altar, next to the ugly statue of the evil god that looks like a tree root.

In mid-air, countless flesh and blood rising from the pool of blood gathered here.

They pass through the barrier, spinning around the bones of the fallen centaurs, building their bodies.

Aiwen saw a fallen centaur regain his body from a pile of bones, posing in a praying pose.

Except for the lack of life breath, it is completely impossible to tell that he has been dead for hundreds of years.

It looks like a realistic centaur specimen, giving people a depressing and weird feeling.

Outside the green barrier was the vampire that Ivan saw last night.

At this time, he was facing everyone, and his posture looked extremely weird.

"Karesis, you really surprised me!" The cold voice sounded suddenly, "Let me see who this is, Sirius Black and a student from Hogwarts!"

The strong vampire turned around slowly, and Ivan was horrified to see that there was a face on the back of his head.

It was a face that would never have appeared in the worst nightmare, dead white as chalk.

Bright red eyes radiate light, and below them are two slender nostrils like snakes.

This is Voldemort! ! !

After Quirrell, he was reattached to someone else's head.

Ai Wen widened his eyes and wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound.

He had imagined the scene of meeting Voldemort countless times, but he didn't expect that it would be in this situation, and things were simply terrible.

Leaving aside the covetous vampire, the closer the distance to Voldemort, the curse of the snake ring on Ivan's wrist began to tingle, and the magic power gradually spread outward.

He hastily hid his right hand behind his back, hoping that Voldemort would not discover it.

"Surprised to see me, aren't you?!" said Voldemort in a whisper. "I've been gone for thirteen years. Maybe you've forgotten me. As the greatest wizard who ever lived, only a shadow remains." And steam, you can only have form when you share a body with another, but I never forgot..."

Voldemort stared at Ivan with a hideous smile on his face.

"Voldemort is invincible, you think you have succeeded, but those weak spells can't kill me at all." He said viciously, "It will be soon, when the magic left by the ancient centaur is broken, I can regain my strength, Recreate a body that belongs to me, and even become stronger. At that time, I will go back, return to Hogwarts, and take back everything that was originally mine..."

"You can't do anything!" Ivan shouted, "Don't think I don't know, Dumbledore and Harry defeated you two years ago!"

Ivan took a step back and clenched the wand in his hand.

"Harry Potter?!" Voldemort's voice became even colder. "He is not a savior at all. He is nothing before great power."

"Harry has a power that you will never understand. You have no chance of winning. It is impossible for you to defeat him." Ivan said while backing away.

He was trying to provoke Voldemort so that he might not notice the curse on him, giving him enough time to look for opportunities.

Ahead, the magic left by the fallen centaur will be broken at any time.

The light of the green barrier became weaker and weaker, like a candle in the wind.

Under the action of countless flesh and blood, most of the centaurs inside have also recovered their bodies.

It can be clearly seen that they pose in various poses and stand according to the orientation of the summoning ceremony.

The whispers of evil gods are getting stronger and stronger, as if they are about to descend into this world. (To be continued.)