Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan and Elaine appeared at the bottom of the abyss, but they did not see Caresius and the statue of the Evil God.

Because this place was filled with flesh and blood corpses that had been tortured to death, it was like hell, a true abyssal hell.

On the ground and on the statues that adorned the surrounding walls, everything within sight was covered in blood.

The blood had not dried up; it flowed gushingly from the wounds, eyes, nose, mouth, and other openings of the corpses.

These corpses, whether they were human or not, had twisted and painful expressions on their faces; unrelieved in death.

Elaine hugged Evan tightly, not daring to look. The scene in front of her was too shocking, far beyond her imagination.

In order to further split the few remaining souls, Voldemort used cruel methods to kill many lives.

At the bottom of the abyss, he was having a fierce battle with Dumbledore.

“Dumbledore, you are as hypocritical and foolish as ever!” Voldemort screamed, “You think you can kill me like this. Do you think your magic can work on me? Ridiculous! The moment I perish is the moment you are doomed as well!”

He had just split his soul, but he was not as weak as Harry said and seemed not to be affected.

He swung his wand widely, casting the Killing Curse at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore moved very quickly, and the spell missed, hitting the unoccupied ground and igniting a ball of fire.

By the light of the rising flames, Evan finally saw the statue of the evil god in the corner and Caresius lying on the ground uncertain about his life or death.

Elaine also saw him, and she wanted to go over, but Voldemort’s magic stopped the two of them.

He was controlling the flames, using Fiendfyre, much more powerful than the one Evan had used. The golden flames that could burn everything were raging in the space.

They obeyed Voldemort’s command, whirled and rolled in the sky, and surrounded Dumbledore tightly.

“Die, Dumbledore!” Voldemort shouted in a cold voice. “And you, Evan Mason, Elaine Slytherin and Harry Potter, you fools have no idea what’s here. You don’t know my power at all, and you dare to come here. You will all die and become sacrifices for me to achieve immortality.”

Along with the scorching flames, a powerful oppressive force approached, and Evan shielded Elaine behind him.

He waved his wand, and an orange-red magic barrier appeared in front of them, blocking the incoming flames.

“No one will die, Tom, except you!” Dumbledore said calmly.

In the blink of an eye, all the Fiendfyre around him dissipated. Blue flames flickered in his eyes, a spell formed at the tip of his wand. The entire space trembled; the power of the spell Dumbledore was conjuring made Evan feel suffocated, even the roots of his hair stood on end.

Voldemort halted; he was preparing his own protective magic. A shield appeared from the thin air, just like Dumbledore’s.

But he would not succeed. Evan’s wand moved forward quickly, casting three consecutive spells. The space around Voldemort changed rapidly. His magic was interrupted by Evan, and he could not Apparate. Stones and mud flew around as if they had come to life, dancing in the air.

Under Evan’s control, they quickly transformed into chains, tightly binding Voldemort.

The next second, Dumbledore’s magic hit him, making a terrifying collision sound, and he flew backwards.

It was over, Voldemort did consume his power when splitting his soul, and he couldn’t face both Dumbledore and Evan at the same time.

It would be great if Voldemort and the Evil God statue could be dealt with here.

Because of the Horcrux, Voldemort would definitely not die, but as long as he was left here…

Evan watched Voldemort closely on the ground to prevent him from escaping, but there was something wrong with the magic in the air.

“Be careful, Evan!” Dumbledore said. “Maintain your protective magic; don’t let your guard down!”

He appeared in front of Evan and Elaine, and the white barrier appeared again.

On the opposite side, Voldemort’s body gradually disappeared, turning black, blending with everything around.

At the bottom of the abyss, the darkness became even deeper. The endless darkness pressed toward the three people like a mist, and the mist contained terrifying power.

“That magic has no effect on him!” said Dumbledore, somewhat surprised. “We need to try a different approach!”

Crack, crack!

Suddenly, the Viking warrior statues on the surrounding walls moved. They jumped down from the walls.

One … two … three, the number of statues increased, gaining life whenever touched by Voldemort.

These ancient Viking warriors had ferocious and terrifying faces and wore thick armors. The shortest ones were as tall as five or six Evans.

They held sharp weapons made of rock, such as axes, spears, giant swords, and more.

The statues moved stiffly, but their speed increased, wielding weapons and rushing towards them.

Evan had no doubt that if he were hit; he would be seriously injured if not killed.

“You can’t kill me, Dumbledore!” Voldemort shouted, his figure re-condensed in the air, becoming translucent, the snake’s face became even paler, and the scarlet eyes were narrowed tightly. “Is there anything worse than this?”

“We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Though I know you’ve undergone transformations, I never thought you would end up like this. You can’t truly be called human now. Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit…”

He waved his wand, and a lightning bolt shot out from the tip of his wand.

With a deafening roar, the huge destructive force shattered all the nearly a hundred Viking warrior statues that rushed towards them.

Evan also attacked. Although these statues of ancient Viking warriors looked scary, they were very weak.

However, for some reason, Evan always felt something was not right. There were strange magic fluctuations on these statues.

That was not Voldemort’s magic, and Evan couldn’t even tell what they were used for.

Soon, the ground was covered with broken pieces of the statues, everywhere.

“Hypocrisy!” Voldemort roared, and his body gradually recovered. “I will kill you!”

“This is your tragic flaw, Tom,” Dumbledore was speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. He left Evan and Elaine and walked towards Voldemort undefended. “Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness…”

Voldemort didn’t reply. He backed away, seeming afraid of Dumbledore, afraid of him getting closer.

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