Chapter 585
Why is the Tower still targeting Harry Potter?
Is it revenge for the dead Voldemort?
However, in front of such an organization, how can there be revenge? It is more of a conflict of interests.
So, they spent so much money to target Harry, they must be plotting something.
After thinking for a while, Black found that the biggest possibility still fell on the dead Voldemort.
He has the ability to enter the misty illusion, so does an organization like the Tower also have such ability?
If they have such ability, then they only need to find the remaining soul of Voldemort trapped in the misty illusion, and there may be a way to revive Voldemort...
However, it can be expected that the Tower will have to pay a huge price to achieve this step!
"Why are they so eager to revive Voldemort... They are willing to pay a huge price for it... What on earth is there in Voldemort that makes the Tower so important?"
Black couldn't figure it out, but that didn't stop him from entering the Twilight Realm to take a look.
As long as he found Voldemort's soul in the Twilight Realm, he could let his lich devour the other party. In that case, even if the Tower also had the ability to enter the Twilight Realm, it would never be able to revive Voldemort.
Of course, if he arrived a step late and Voldemort's soul had been found and taken away by the Tower, then he could also be prepared...
Black opened the magic address book and told Dumbledore and Grindelwald what happened tonight.
The two had not rested, but had always been in a state of high alert.
Just waiting for Black to use the dimensional gate to pull them over and then take down the enemy.
So, Black needed to explain to them.
Black told them to wait until he came back from the illusion before deciding what to do next.
At this stage, don't alert the enemy. Grindelwald had to give up the idea of sending someone to check the details of this girl named Phil Thompson.
Once the other party knew that he was checking her, Black's plan would be destroyed because of his reckless action, which he could not accept.
Because the person who knew that she was the insider was only Black, if Grindelwald acted rashly, wouldn't it mean that Black's control was fake?
After the explanation, Black put the Goblet of Fire into his system warehouse.
Then he took out a large bottle of refreshing potion and drank it.
Tonight should be a sleepless night... He needs enough energy.
When the bitter potion went down his throat, his mind was like a bucket of cold water, and he immediately became energetic.
Blake began to prepare to enter the Bizarre Illusion.
As for how to enter the Bizarre Illusion, it is not difficult.
For a necromancer like him,, just reverse the magic circle for summoning the dead.
As long as he does not enter the world of the dead and is just in a hazy environment, he should not provoke the existence that cannot be provoked...
God knows whether the god of death really exists.
After Blake set up the protective magic in the office, he asked all his pets to hide in the suitcase, and then began the ceremony...
Red candles, red strings, magic circles, sacrifices...
After the ceremony took effect, a cloud of mist slowly emerged from the magic circle.
However, unlike the gray mist before, this time the mist was white.
The white mist gathered but did not disperse, twisting in the air and slowly turning into the shape of a door.
Without hesitation, Blake took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door made of white mist, and stepped in...
As Blake's figure disappeared, the white mist door gradually disappeared.
A chicken sacrificed on the ground has turned into a pile of dry bones...
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The environment of the hazy illusion is mostly determined by the state of mind of the person entering.
So, the hazy illusion seen by each person is different.
Some people see a scene like heaven, while others see hell...
However, the hazy illusion seen by Blake is a little special.
There is no beautiful scenery, no terrifying scenes...only an empty world.
The land that stretches as far as the eye can see, the sky is white as if covered by white clouds.
And there is a lot of white mist flowing slowly on the ground...just like the stage smoke caused by dry ice.
"There is nothing..." Blake said with some disappointment.
He looked around, and the surroundings were empty. It seemed that it was not an easy task to find Voldemort.
However, Black still had a way. He released the lich made from Voldemort's residual soul.
As soon as the lich appeared in this environment, his body suddenly shrank.
Black felt a deep sense of fear from him.
"Horror...too terrifying! Where exactly is this place?"
It is unknown what the lich saw, and his voice was full of fear.
"This is a hazy illusion." Black gently pointed a finger at the lich's forehead.
The lich blinked, and the terrifying scene in front of him completely disappeared! It became the same as what Black saw.
"I feel terrible here." The lich still trembled and said.
"This is a transit station for the living and the dead. If you keep going forward...you can also accept death...In fact, death is not that terrible, right?" Black said to the lich with a smile.
"No, I don't want to die! I want to follow you forever! I don't want to die!" the lich said firmly.
Even though his memory of Voldemort had been completely erased, his fear of death was still deep in his bones.The fear of death still exists.
In his subconscious, as long as he follows Blake, he can keep death away from himself!
"Whatever you want, now, I found you out because I want you to do something..."
Blake is using the lich as a hound.
However, it must be said that this trick is really useful.
In the hazy illusion, this kind of induction between souls is magnified many times.
The lich did not stay for long and flew out in one direction.
Blake hurriedly followed.
In the hazy illusion, even Blake, who came in the flesh, felt that he was as light as a swallow with only a soul.
Under the premise that the lich flew so fast, he could actually follow closely.
Not long after, the lich stopped at a place.
There was a little blood stain there...
The red blood stain was very eye-catching in the snow-white environment.
"It's gone." said the lich. "The last breath is here."
Although Black had expected it, he still felt depressed. He was late...
What is the purpose of this tower... Protect Voldemort so much, Voldemort is your father!
Black sighed angrily, then opened the locket, "Okay, come back, it's time for us to go back."
After finding out that Voldemort was no longer in the Twilight Realm, Black planned to leave.
The Twilight Realm is too close to the world of the dead, even Black can't stay for long.
Black turned around and walked back.
Where you appear, you go back there. This is the rule of the Twilight Environment.
However, those who went back before were all ghosts, and Black was a human.
Of course, he knew that he was not the first person to come here as a living person.
At least, the person who took away Voldemort's soul was a living person.
Black walked quickly back to the return path, but he soon stopped.
Because he heard footsteps...
It was a bit scary to hear footsteps in this place.
The footsteps came from behind...very light, but not fast or slow.
And the footsteps did not stop because Black stopped.
Black's hand reached into his sleeve...
"Excuse me, can you make way?" A gentle voice came from behind.
Black turned around and saw a person.
Or rather, he couldn't be called a person, because his whole body seemed to be made of white mist.
The milky white, translucent body made him look like a ghost...
Well, in the misty fantasy, where are the living people?
This is an old wizard with a pointed wizard hat, wearing a wizard robe made of white mist.
His long beard almost reached his waist, and in his hand he held a white mist.Composed of a magic wand as thick as a cane!
Blake silently stepped aside.
The old wizard smiled and said thank you, then raised the cane-like magic wand and gently paused on the ground.
Then, a small manor suddenly appeared in front of Blake...
What shocked Blake was that this manor actually had color!
In the misty fantasy, even his body turned white.
It can be said that it is too rare to see colors in the misty fantasy...
The old wizard opened the fence gate of the garden and walked in. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
A magical scene happened. The old wizard, who was originally milky white like a ghost, regained color the moment he stepped into the garden!
Compared to the ghost just now, the old wizard now looks more like a human.
"Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I just picked a new batch of tea this morning." The old wizard turned around and invited.
Blake smiled and said, "Why not?"
The old wizard said happily, "In all these years, you are the first living person who is willing to accept my invitation. Of course, you are also one of the people who can see the essence of the illusion."
At this time, Blake also stepped in.
It was like passing through a layer of cold water curtain, and then Blake smelled the smell of soil and grass...
It was as if he was not in the illusion now, but was really in a pastoral field.
But he knew that this was impossible...
"Come in." The old wizard opened the door of the house and invited Blake in.
The fireplace in the house was burning brightly, and Blake felt warm as soon as he walked in.
The old wizard brought a pot of hot tea and poured a cup for Blake.
A fragrance that Blake had never smelled before came out of the cup.
Blake picked up the cup and used the system to identify it...........
"Nameless tea has the effect of enhancing the strength of the soul. No side effects."
Blake raised his eyebrows slightly. Is this a good thing?
He was reluctant to drink it at first...
Seeing the old wizard sitting opposite him, looking at him expectantly.
Blake didn't hesitate much, raised the cup and took a sip.
Since the system identified that this is something beneficial to him, why not drink a few cups? []
The fragrance, and the indescribable trembling feeling from the soul surprised Blake deeply.
That was not the trembling brought by fear, but a trembling that made people so happy that they couldn't help themselves!
A kind of comfort from the depths of the soul...
"How is it?" The old wizard still looked at Blake expectantly.
"Good tea!" Blake said happily. This tea is good for the tea drinker while providing him with an unparalleled experience!
"ThisThis is the tea I recently cultivated... I haven't even named it yet." The old wizard said proudly.
"It's amazing." Blake said sincerely.
"You are also amazing, young man." The old wizard smiled and said, "You are not only the first person willing to accept my invitation, but also the first person who dares to accept my food."
"Because I know very well that these things are not harmful to me, and even very beneficial." Blake said honestly.
The old wizard was very happy to hear this. "You are still a person who knows the goods!"
"Old sir, I just heard you say that I am the first person willing to accept your invitation... Have you seen many people come here before? "This is the question that Blake is most curious about.
Not everyone can come to the Misty Fantasy. Even if it is him, if he has not maxed out his undead magic, he cannot come to this place in the flesh without dying.
"Well... I have been here for a long time, so I have seen a lot of people. Of course... Strictly speaking, most of the people I have seen are dead. Since you have come to the Misty Fantasy, I think you can understand it." The old wizard replied.
"Then... have you seen living people?"
"I haven't seen them before, but in the past few days, I have seen two, one of them is you. The other is a girl of your age." The old wizard saw Blake's inquiring eyes and suddenly smiled: "If I am not mistaken, are you here to find that girl?"
"No, to be precise, I am here to find the things she took away." Blake did not hide it.
"Well... the things taken away... that person did take away something, which is an evil, incomplete soul. If I'm not mistaken, he made a Horcrux. There's more than one. "
"Yes, I came for him. He's an evil man, and I can't let him revive again. Unfortunately, I seem to be a step too late. "Black said a little depressed.
"You still have time, young man." The old wizard poured Black another cup of tea. "The dead are not so easy to revive. It's so difficult to revive a complete soul, let alone a broken soul..."
"Do you know how she resurrected the broken soul?" Black asked.
As the old wizard said, there is no way to revive the broken soul, but... it's very difficult. Even if Black wants to do it, it's almost impossible to succeed. That's a one in ten thousand chance.
With such a low chance, Black doesn't believe that the tower will still do this...
"She made a deal." The old wizard said.
"What deal? "Black frowned and asked.
The old wizard paused for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Although I witnessed the transaction, I can't say it. A power similar to rules prevents me from explaining anything about the transaction. "
This is the first time Black has heard the word "rule".concept. But he could understand it. In layman's terms, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, which is also a rule...
"Who did she... make a deal with?"
The old wizard sighed and said, "Death. She made a deal with Death... It's really a pity. She is obviously a very talented wizard, but... she chose such a path. She will pay a very painful price. Of course... if she succeeds, your pain will be dozens of times greater than hers!"
Blake's pupils contracted, "Death... she is really a lunatic..."
"Well... I agree, only a lunatic would make a deal with another lunatic." said the old wizard. "However, the conditions for making a deal with a madman are of course very harsh, so... I said that you still have time."
Blake looked at the old wizard, "Then, can you tell me who you are?"
A person who can witness the god of death making a deal with his own eyes and can create such a place in the misty fantasy is definitely not a simple person...
"Me? Maybe you have heard my name. When I was alive, they all called me Merlin." The old wizard said with emotion.
Blake's eyes widened, "Are you Merlin?"
"Yes..."
Blake asked inexplicably: "Then... do you wear briefs? I often hear people sighing and saying that Merlin's briefs are the fattest..."