Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry wanted to ask how to get there, but Dumbledore simply went on.

“This is a Portkey that can take us to where we want to go,” Dumbledore indicated the old kettle lying innocently on his desk, then raised his head and looked at Evan seriously. “Evan, Harry, you both must promise to obey my orders completely, or I can’t take you there.”

“I know!” said Evan, and Harry nodded. They followed his example and put their hands onto the blackened kettle.

“Good, the Order of the Phoenix has an operation in Norway tonight, but this matter is more important. I have just informed Alastor and Sirius to meet us!” Dumbledore nodded and said, “On the count of three then … one … two …”

It happened in a fraction of a second: In the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said “three,” Harry looked up at him.

They were very close together — and Dumbledore’s clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harry’s face.

At once, Harry’s scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again, and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, that he would like nothing better than to strike — to attack the man before him — to kill him in the way he could — at any cost.

Then he felt a powerful jerk behind his navel, the ground vanished from beneath his feet, his hand was glued to the kettle; he was banging into Evan as they sped forward in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind.

This time, the rotation lasted a long time; the place they were going to must be far away.

Then, Harry’s feet hit the ground so hard that his knees buckled, and the kettle clattered to the ground.

“Welcome,” Harry heard Sirius’s voice. “Welcome, both of you, to Norway.”

This was Norway. Evan looked up and saw Sirius and Mad-Eye Moody standing in front of them.

Before he could say anything, a shiver ran down his spine, and the icy air rushed in.

At this moment, Evan’s first reaction was that it was really cold in Norway!

The temperature dropped rapidly, from the warm castle to the icy tundra.

He was still wearing a thin dressing gown. In this temperature, it was no different than having no clothes on.

With each breath, bursts of white mist exhaled from his nostrils.

Next to him, Harry was shivering with cold, his teeth chattering slightly uncontrollably.

But they were all happy to see Sirius, their excitement temporarily blowing away the cold.

“Sirius,” said Harry happily. “Where are we?”

“Norway … Trondheim to be precise; the land where the gods fell,” said Sirius.

He was wearing clothes that hadn’t been changed for a long time, and he hadn’t shaved, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

“The land where the gods fell?”

“Yeah, that’s the Wizarding world’s name for this region,” said Sirius. “We’re currently on a small island in this area. The locals call it Treasure Island because legend has it that the Vikings buried a lot of treasures here a thousand years ago. Now, both of you take out your wands; it’s not safe around here.”

“Why is it not safe?” Evan asked, looking around.

Soon, he knew the reason. Under the moonlight, he actually saw a Norwegian Ridgeback flying overhead.

This fire dragon resembled the Hungarian Horntail, though instead of tail spikes it sported particularly prominent jet-black ridges along its back.

It stared fiercely at the five people below and hovered in the air for a while before reluctantly leaving.

“A dragon?!” Harry gulped, seeing a wild dragon right after arriving.

“It’s quite normal around here; the ecological environment in this area is quite primitive,” said Sirius. He didn’t put down his wand until the Norwegian Ridgeback completely left. “Dragons aren’t the most troublesome; there are many more dangerous creatures.”

“M-hm … why is the Order of the Phoenix gathering on this island?” Evan asked, also putting down his wand. “Dumbledore said you have an operation tonight?”

He only had time to look around and found that they were standing on the ruins of an ancient building, surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere.

Not far away, Moody and Dumbledore were arguing about something, seemingly discussing the tendencies of the vampires.

“It’s a long story. Before that, you two had better put on more clothes,” Sirius looked back at Dumbledore and Moody who were arguing, and said a little anxiously, “Otherwise, before we encounter Death Eaters, vampires, or whatever monsters, you might freeze!”

He pointed his wand at Evan and Harry, and a warm flow entered their bodies from the wand tip.

“Evan, do you have any clothes with you?” Sirius asked, knowing that Evan often carried these things with him.

“Yeah,” Evan replied, starting to take out the clothes he had prepared earlier from his bag, and handed Harry a set.

For better disguise and hiding their figures, he carried various styles and sizes of clothes, all selected by Hermione.

Now, they came in handy. These were all winter robes.

In the sky, a mass of dark clouds dispersed in the cold wind, and silver moonlight spilled down, making Sirius’s face clearer.

Through the moonlight, Evan could see the surrounding scenery better.

Around them were the ruins of massive stone walls, ancient and mottled. The walls, pillars, roofs, and even every rock had been carved with images of ancient emperors, sages, flowers, birds, fish, insects, and unknown creatures.

But without exception, these once glorious buildings had now been destroyed and turned into meaningless stone fragments.

What would probably make people feel uncomfortable was that these stones were visibly stained with blood. Although it had dried and solidified into a deep dark red, and had been cleaned, one could still imagine what had been placed here before.

Even the air carried a faint smell of blood that couldn’t dissipate, blending with the surrounding darkness and mystery.

“What’s going on with you two?” Sirius asked after they got dressed. “Why are you here with Dumbledore? Did something happen? And you, Harry, are you okay? You don’t look good.”

“I had a dream!” Harry recounted the story again, although it was difficult.

He did not say that he was the statue of the evil god; he described everything as if he were just a bystander.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Sirius said, “Harry, this is not something you should have seen!”

“I know, but I’ve already seen it,” said Harry impatiently. “What are we going to do now?”

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