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Chapter 413: The City in the Dream
🕑 Added 2019-03-02 08:04:39 +0000 UTCThe feeling of familiarity was obvious, but Evan couldn’t remember where he had seen him.
The man's body was very strong, his face was full, and with his strange dress, Evan would never forget if he had seen him before.
It was certainly the first time he’d met him, but this feeling...
Then, he found that something was wrong. The magical fluctuations in the air were undergoing subtle changes. The man was using magic to spy on him and Sirius.
This was a very sophisticated spell-casting technique. If it hadn't been for more than a month, Flamel had asked Evan to use the magic in his body when writing ancient magic scripts and feel the magic changes when different magic texts were completed, he would not have noticed the subtle changes.
Under the influence of this magic, as long as the distance was not too far, the man could grasp the specific location of Evan and Sirius at any time.
The purpose of using such magic in such an occasion was self-evident.
Evan whispered a few words in Sirius’s ear, and then quickly pulled out his wand and read a spell. A white light flashed by.
He cast an anti-detection spell to break the opponent's magic.
Sirius also pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at the three people opposite him.
Just in a flash, the chatter in the bar hall came to an abrupt halt.
Everyone was looking in their direction, and many people were looking forward to watching the “show”.
In fact, the three guys opposite were amazed that Evan could break the magic the strong one had cast. They didn't expect the teenager, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, to discover the magic and respond so quickly.
All three of them focused on Evan, and then turned to Sirius's increasingly bright wand.
They were stiff and sat there motionless.
The light at the end of Sirius's wand told the three of them very clearly that if they dared to move, they would be hit by a powerful spell.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO OUTSIDE IF YOU WANT TO FIGHT!" The waitress rushed over and shouted at the three men in heavy robes, "GET OUT, GET OUT!"
Under the watchful eyes of Evan and Sirius, the three quickly got up and left the bar.
Because they were very close, Evan could smell an unpleasant odor.
It was as if something had decayed and degenerated, coming out of their robes and headscarves.
When they came to the bright candlelight in the hall, Evan found that their robes were covered with black patches, all clots that had coagulated.
"Damn vampires!" The waitress muttered in a low voice.
It turned out that the three of them were vampires. No wonder their skin looked so pale.
Perhaps as the waitress said earlier, women and children were the targets of vampire hunting. They might have regarded Evan as food, so they cast that magic.
It was a special magic that vampires could use, and it was generally difficult to be discovered by wizards.
Things seemed to be that simple, but Evan still felt that something was wrong.
After the man in the middle stood up, the feeling of familiarity grew stronger in his mind.
In addition to the strange familiarity, this time he had a bad hunch about this.
It was like being stared at by a beast, and Evan sweated all over and his hair stood up.
He kept thinking about it until he went to bed.
In the dim light, he felt he remembered something, but in the blink of an eye he had entered into a dream!
When Evan opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark stone chamber.
The surroundings were shrouded in endless darkness, and even the ground and surrounding walls were black.
It took him a long time to realize that he was in a dream.
No matter from which perspective, this sudden dream was too real.
Evan didn’t like this feeling. The dream was not that simple.
It should be some magic beyond his ability. He must have been targeted by something weird and powerful.
Under a soft light, he saw a man standing in front of him.
He was tall, wearing a thick black robe and a funny headscarf. It was the vampire Evan had just seen downstairs in the bar.
He stared at Evan, giving out a gust of ghastly laughter.
Evan remembered why he had a sense of déjà vu when he saw him. This man was the one he had seen in the prophecy basin made by Flamel.
As before, he seemed to be ready to do something and cast a horrible black magic.
The sense of danger grew stronger and the situation grew more sophisticated...
But soon, thick fog began to rise around, covering everything up.
When the fog dissipated, the black stone chamber and the man had all disappeared.
With Dream transition, at this moment, Evan stood on a towering terrace.
Clouds drifted past him and beneath him was a beautiful city.
Evan shook his head and took two steps forward so that he could see more clearly.
In front of him was a beautiful city shining with golden brilliance. The buildings were similar to those he had seen before in the Centaurs’ colony, but more sophisticated.
A silvery river ran through the city, dividing it into two parts.
Layers of red roofs and old pointed gables climbed the hillside to the north, providing a shelter for the grass-green cobblestone alleys below.
Just below the terrace was a rectangular wide square.
The fountain at the base of the obsidian spurted spring water, emitting a radiant glow in the sunlight. Flower beds and spectacular statues lined up around the square.
The ancient and mystical atmosphere enveloped the city, just like a thick dark cloud hanging over an untouched mountain range that only existed in legend.
As before, Evan didn't like the feeling.
This dead Centaurs city might be that of the fallen Centaurs 800 years ago in the forest, but it was definitely not what it looked like in reality.
Judging by what was around him, he should now be standing at the central Temple of the Centaurs city.
Evan turned around and saw a magnificent statue 100 meters high. It was one of the evil god summoned by the fallen Centaurs that he had seen in the illusion before!
He took a deep breath. Did this monster drag him into this dream?! What was the purpose of doing so?!
Evan subconsciously touched the Locket on his chest. If this evil spirit had begun to regain its strength, then it must want to take away this half of the Philosopher’s Stone.
Indeed, the enormous magic contained in the Philosopher’s Stone was the indispensable energy for it to return to the real world from the void.
