Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Floating alongside it were the fleshy corpses on the ground, swiftly decomposing under the influence of the evil god.

The flesh and blood turned into fine particles, densely packed together, and quickly converged towards the statue of the evil god.

The red light around the statue was getting stronger and stronger, but it was not enough. These powers could not break through the protection of Evan’s Patronus, but the power of the evil god was rapidly increasing.

In a mysterious manner, even the Valkyries flying in the sky began to be absorbed by it, turning into dust particles.

A huge vortex formed at the bottom of the abyss, and countless particles rolled and roared like a sandstorm, turning into a terrifying skeleton.

In the creepy sound, the evil god’s power accumulated, and it could soon rival that of Evan.

Amidst the wailing sound, the skull opened its mouth wide and swallowed Evan. The scene in front of him changed and he came to a strange world.

It was not the previous soul world with black and white as the main tone, but a real world that could actually be felt.

In this world, despairing darkness was the main tone. There was heavy blood-red rain falling from the sky, the ground was riddled with holes, and green pus slowly emerged from huge ravines. Evan watched for three seconds. Only then did he realize that it was the evil god’s true form, corroding this world.

Evan saw the constantly surging tentacles and the gigantic, planet-sized body.

This huge body was larger than what Evan had seen twice before, and it was even more shocking.

It was expanding outward at a visible speed, endlessly, as if it would fill the entire world.

The evil god stared at Evan, his terrifying aura reaching straight into his soul, arousing the fear hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

He breathed, swallowing up hope and releasing despair, breathing in courage and breathing out fear.

Evan was lost in the shocking and terrifying sight before him, feeling like his eyes couldn’t take it all in, or that his mind could not hold it all.

He wanted to defend, but he didn’t know what to do. The power of the Patronus was nothing compared to the evil god in front of him.

He just floated there quietly, watching the evil god corrode and devour everything in front of him, over and over again, endlessly.

Evan couldn’t even distinguish whether all of this was an illusion or a real existence.

Watching him devouring all essence, he suddenly had a ridiculous thought— what does this world taste like? Is it delicious? Because … he looks so happy … so greedy … eagerly devouring and consuming everything.

“Human, do you want to become such an immortal existence like me?” The evil god’s voice sounded again, cold and tinged with a hint of arrogance. “Serve me, and I can help you, just like I helped the wizard who just fought with you. Help you transform from a weak ant to the master of this universe. Under my guidance, you will become my companion. The world you are in will be destroyed by you. In the process of destruction, you will feel the power of fear and experience indescribable satisfaction. You will be immersed in it and fall in love with this feeling, and together, we shall conquer other worlds. Now, tell me your choice, give me the Philosopher’s Stone and the Book of Seals…”

Evan took out the thick Book of Abraham, which he had never felt so heavy before.

“Yes, that’s it. Open it and summon me. I will come to your world and give you glory.”

The evil god continued to bewitch, and Evan let go of the Book of Abraham, which slowly floated in front of his chest.

The book opened automatically without him having to flip through it.

As the pages turned, they arrived at the page where Evan had recorded the latter half of the third section of the ‘Silence’ magic.

He’d got this magic from the depths of the swamp next to Hogwarts and had been researching it for the past two years. However, because it was too complicated, too profound, and the amount of magic required was so huge, Evan once thought that this magic was impossible to cast.

He could only cast this magic by splitting it, but the effect was still astonishing.

Now, the Book of Abraham guided Evan to use this magic. Ancient and unfamiliar words, along with intricate magical runes, appeared in his mind automatically.

He didn’t recognize them, yet he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

The Philosopher’s Stone also flew out of Slytherin’s Locket, surrounding Evan like a golden-red satellite.

Following the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, Evan’s right hand holding the wand moved.

He began to chant a spell, and the wand in his hand drew complex and profound magic runes one after another.

“Human, how do you know this magic? Who told you?” The evil god screamed, with panic in his voice.

This was the last sound Evan heard. As he moved, golden-red mists flew out from the Philosopher’s Stone around his body, bringing light and color to this dark world. The expansion speed of the evil god slowed down, and the tentacles stopped shaking, even the whispers disappeared.

These soft mists seemed to be doing great harm to him, and the world Evan was in began to collapse rapidly.

He wanted to stop his own magic, to sever the connection with Evan.

Eight hundred years ago, the Centaur warrior had found the statue of the evil god in that sunken temple.

The “Silence” Philosopher’s Stone was specifically left there by ancient spellcasters to restrain this evil god.

Only because of time, the Philosopher’s Stone, once the source of magical power, had lost all its magic power, enabling the evil god to break free and escape.

To put it simply, “Silence” was a spell specifically designed to restrain him. It could be seen from the reaction of the evil god that he feared it.

The world was collapsing, and the golden-red mist began to construct “Silence” magic. It did not attack the huge evil god, which was simply impossible.

The pages of the Book of Abraham began to turn again, reaching the beginning of the third section, the page with the portrait of the evil god.

The shadow of the evil god emerged from the page, and a miniature version of the evil god appeared in front of Evan.

“Silence” magic began to appear around his shadow, and a golden-red mist surrounded him.

The evil god seemed to have received rare damage. He shook faster. The world was collapsing at an accelerating rate. All illusions disappeared. Evan returned to the real world, back at the bottom of the abyss, but the shadow of the evil god in front of him did not disappear. It was under control, drifting toward the statue of the evil god.

It was over, Evan had a feeling.

He felt that the magic power in his body was about to reach its limit, and now he was completely supported by the magic power within the Philosopher’s Stone.

As before, he was still just a transit point. Powerful magic was cast through his body, and he controlled everything.

The evil god had also been confirmed to be at his last gasp, with the aura on the statue completely vanishing, turning it into an ordinary wooden statue.

But it wasn’t enough. As long as this shadow of the evil god, bound by the “Silence” magic, entered the statue, the evil god would be sealed once again, unable to return. This magic could even inflict harm on his true form…

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