Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 1023: Returning to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place

Countless tiny golden-red lights flickered in the space, converging on Evan and condensing into powerful magic.

At this moment, Evan had such formidable power, a force so fearsome that even the evil god sensed it. The entire world trembled beneath his feet.

The evil god retreated, and used all his power to cut off his connection with Evan and the world.

It was unclear why weak humans mastered such powerful magic. This was not a power they should have.

Thousands of years ago, he had been sealed by human spellcasters with this magic and imprisoned in an endless void cage.

Now, it would happen again!

He was not willing to wait another thousand years to rebuild his connection to this world’s coordinates.

He was not sure whether some stupid Centaur would find him this time; the possibility was minimal.

At the bottom of the abyss, Evan’s body was surrounded by magic runes. The evil god recalled the eternal time, and he felt even the power of fear and ancient existence, recalling the brutal battle he carried out countless ages ago.

He suddenly understood that this was the magic of those beings, they had not vanished, and the war was still going on.

They had been fighting since the birth of the universe.

This battle did not end with time, nor did the existence of one side determine the result. Even if both parties in the previous battle had perished, the will they left behind would continue to fight until the victor was decided and one of them was completely destroyed.

It was a war between hope and despair, creation and destruction, and now, Evan had the upper hand.

He oppressed the evil god, not without difficulty, but victory was in sight. He exerted all his effort to complete the “Silence” magic.

Under the oppressive magic, a small crack appeared on the evil god’s statue, growing larger and spreading to all sides.

In the magic center that was forming, Evan endured the pain.

The huge magic power was raging and ravaging in his body, impacting every blood vessel, every nerve, and every cell in him. He was enduring unprecedented pain.

Evan had the illusion that he was being transformed, losing his life, and turning into a creature made entirely of magic.

But he didn’t care, or couldn’t give up, so he could only grit his teeth and persist.

He only had one thought now, which was to use his magic power as quickly as possible, to feel some relief.

Sometimes, too much power was a burden, and Evan felt like he was about to be torn apart and ruptured by the violent unruly magic.

It was almost done, he told himself to hold on, just one more second.

Evan stared at the cracks on the statue of the evil god, starting from being as thick as a hair and gradually getting bigger.

That was his goal and his belief. As long as the “Silence” magic was completed and the bound shadow of the evil god was moved into the statue, this tiny fissure would widen further until the statue of the evil god was destroyed.

This had extraordinary significance. It could not only disrupt the coordinates of the evil god in this world, but also destroy Voldemort’s Horcrux.

The difficulty and complexity of “Silence” magic were far beyond Evan’s imagination. If he were asked to do it again, he was not sure whether he could still perform it, and he might not necessarily have the courage, because the pain caused by the runaway magic was really too big.

Evan’s wand drew another rune in the air, and he was about to start the next one, but suddenly stopped.

It was not that he couldn’t hold on, but that the supply of magic power was insufficient, and the brightness on the Philosopher’s Stone was getting weaker and weaker.

“Silence” magic required too much magic power, and a single Philosopher’s Stone could not provide so much magic power.

The way it looked now was like a light bulb about to go out.

Evan’s heart sank suddenly. His own magic power had long been used up. Without the support of the Philosopher’s Stone’s magic power, it was impossible to complete this magic.

Even if his magic power was not entirely exhausted, it was useless. Compared with the huge demand, it was a drop in the bucket.

Moreover, it was not only a matter of magic power, but Evan himself was almost unable to hold on.

He only needed one reason now, one reason to give up.

He didn’t want to hold on anymore, he felt that life was leaving him.

Perhaps the statue of the evil god could be destroyed, but Evan would also pay the price with his life.

“Evan!”

“Careful, Evan!”

Evan heard Dumbledore’s voice and Elaine’s scream, and these sounds suddenly flooded into his ears.

It was really strange. Just a moment ago, he couldn’t feel anything, but now all his senses were back at once!

He knew that he was at the end of his strength, and complete “Silence” was not a magic he could accomplish now.

The relevant information about the “Silence” magic in his mind began to disappear quickly. He knew it was almost over and there was no point in continuing.

With the recovery of his senses, Evan transformed from an omnipotent god into a mortal again.

The battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort also came to a conclusion, and Voldemort decided to escape!

He controlled Harry through his soul connection and asked Dumbledore to kill him. He already knew the result. Dumbledore would not give up the child. Harry’s body fell into the abyss, and while Dumbledore rescued him, Voldemort Disapparated.

Evan saw Voldemort’s figure suddenly appear in front of him, a burst of fire, and those unforgettable blood-red eyes within the flames.

He was staring at Evan fiercely, as if he was being targeted by a venomous snake.

Darkness enveloped everything again, except for the red eyes that did not disappear…

Evan fainted, and what happened next had nothing to do with him. He believed that Dumbledore would handle everything.

In the darkness, Evan used “Silence” magic over and over again, building, dissipating, building again, and dissipating again.

He kept repeating the parts he had completed before, letting the memory of these parts be engraved into his body and become an instinct.

Evan didn’t know how long had passed, but he only felt something soft and cool touching him.

‘What’s this? Is Hermione secretly kissing me?’

Evan thought like this. He discreetly opened his eyes, and then he saw Elaine.

Her small hand was holding a towel, clumsily helping him wipe. She had obviously never done such a thing before.

A few seconds later, Elaine noticed that Evan had woken up. She said happily, “You’re awake!”

“Yeah … what are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I saw your body was too dirty, so I wanted to help you wipe it!” Elaine replied, shaking the towel in her hand. “I got some water and a towel from a house-elf. I feel like this is the only thing I can do!”

There was a moment of silence, and Evan didn’t react.

“Oh, by the way,” Elaine continued, “Don’t worry, Dumbledore said you’re not injured, you just ran out of magic power. Just need some rest in bed.”

“How long have I been unconscious?” Evan asked. “And … what happened after I passed out?”

He looked up and saw Harry on the bed next to him. This seemed to be Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

They were back and it was finally over.

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