Vol 2 Chapter 578: After the curtain (modified, sincere thanks to the lord Ye Zuimeng Wuhen...

The sudden attack of the black matter made Alan completely too late to react. As soon as he was pulled into the arch, his heart sank suddenly. The despair and unwillingness flooded him like a raging tide-himself. dying.
Allen was wrapped in the black mist and pulled into the back of the curtain. Alan, who had already closed his eyes and waited for death to come, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the one on his neck that Luna gave him in surprise. The necklace with the Deathly Hallows symbol was emitting a blue light, as if it traced Alan's figure, wrapping him tightly.
Before he could think about it, a kind of joy from the rest of his life struck him violently, and his strong desire to survive made him pay attention to his situation. He was falling, entangled by the black mist, and fell continuously, while beside him from time to time. There are meteors passing by, but not from top to bottom, but from bottom to top, as if the sky was turned upside down.
It feels like many, many years have passed. Already exhausted, Allen tried to cast a spell with his wand, trying to get rid of the shackles of the black mist, but the wand did not 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 down there, even in a dream, he couldn't keep falling forever like this.
The ground was finally close enough to be seen through the fog. It seemed to be a hill. Although it was still far away in the indefinite distance, it was always closer. It was dark and cold in the sky, no sun, no stars-only the dim gray light radiating from the sky, only the earth and gray mist coming towards him.
At this time, Allen fell faster and faster, rushing toward the hill, and the gray mist roared in his ears. He looked down, the ground was hitting him head-on, and the whole world was spreading underneath, which even made him temporarily forget his fear. In this gray wilderness, the fog continuously circulates between haggard trees and dangerous cliffs.
The black substance that originally enveloped him suddenly began to tremble and revolve around him. The mist slapped his cheeks and blocked his vision. He couldn't help but waver up and down in the air, and finally a sharp pain came from his back. , He was thrown into a barren land on the hill where there was nothing but black-grey dirt and gravel.
Allen just felt dizzy. The rubble on the ground did not really break through the blue shield on his body and hurt him, but the strangeness from his body after the nervousness made him look at the skin on his hands. There are some special scars. It appeared on his skin, and the sensation on his face made Allen understand that these bare places were hurt. Through reminiscences, Allen learned that these scars were left when he was entangled with the black matter at the moment before entering the curtain. .
The black matter kept tossing and surging, spreading rapidly, and turned into a huge circular shield to shut Allen here, "How is this a bit like silence? But obviously there is no silent person 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 may be a powerful silent, but did not notice the existence of the host, which made Allen dare not. Make this conclusion.
No longer think about it. The already tired Allen didn't plan to make any contact with the other party. He began to try to escape. First, Allen changed into the form of Animagus and wanted to teleport away from here with the help of the Phoenix's ability, but I tried several times in a row, but even if I became a phoenix, I could only teleport inside this prototype shield.
Alan was unwilling to wave his wand again and wanted to cast the gate of another world. This time it was not to summon the devil, but to let himself go in and teleport away, but the wand still did not respond-not because of fatigue and lack of physical strength. It was the wand itself that lost the connection with Alan, and its core seemed to have died after passing through the curtain, and there was no way to respond to any spellcasting movements made by Alan.
I don’t know if it was affected by the environment. The irritability caused by disappointment made Alan tore off his jacket and loosened his neckline. Alan pulled his tie off his neck anxiously. Since the wand was not working, Allen, who broke the jar, decided to try wandless casting again, although he could not use this technique to cast too advanced magic. curse.
With the last hope, Allen yelled: "Faint." The flash of a spell lit up the gloomy world and ignited Allen's hope. He threw his fist excitedly, "Useful!" "
Allen feels much more at ease. As a wizard, nothing can bring him more security than being able to cast magic. The feeling of losing the ability to cast spells made Allen feel like he has become a Muggle again. , At the mercy of others.
Since you can cast spells without a wand, it means that you will not have the power to defend yourself in this unknown place, and it represents the possibility of getting out of this black substance and surviving.
Allen's stun curse hit the layer of black matter, and the shield that the black matter turned into was rippled. In the ripples, the power of the curse was eliminated, and it seemed that it did not cause any harm to the black matter. Alan was a little disappointed and frightened, and unwillingly resorted to the petrification curse, Allen wanted to petrify it into a solid state, and then try to break it to pieces to get himself out of trouble.
But to his disappointment, the black substance still shrouded Allen tenaciously, like water dripping into a river.
"Is it because these spells are too low-level ~ EbookFREE.me~ power is not enough, so I can do nothing about this black substance?" Alan made a judgment in his heart, cruel, and as the casting time took longer than usual with the wand An extra divine front Wuying shot out from his fingertips, and he sat back on the ground tiredly, ignoring his own state, all of Allen’s mind rushed forward with this black magic curse. Shen Feng Wuying, who carried Allen's infinite hope, stirred up even bigger ripples on the barrier of the surging black matter, but it was only a ripple...
Alan, who has not given up yet, learned through experiments that although these black substances are silently similar to those recorded in the record, they are also dark, but the difference is that this black mist still carries the power of death and shadow, although their The attack comes with a curse, but Allen feels that this kind of power is not divided into good and evil, and it does not have its own camp like Avadaso or those forces from the devil.
Alan’s heart sank little by little,
What if I can cast the spell, I still can’t escape the imprisonment of this black substance, can I only wander between these square inches in my life? If I can release the patron saint without a rod Curse..." Thinking of this, Alan glanced at the magic wand that was still completely unresponsive. He was cold all over, and a strong sense of weakness and loneliness came out of his heart.
His hand pressed the sensory imprint on his arm. Anyone who wants to contact family and friends through the imprint will do. As long as he can contact, the imprint is as cold as any inch of skin on his arm. There were no signs of fever, and Allen then tried to use the imprint to locate it, but the imprint seemed to be just a beautiful tattoo without any response.
Alan clenched a fist, the pain of his nails falling into his palms kept him calm, "Damn, what the is this?!"