Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"It's incredible!" Harry exclaimed, "It's unimaginable that you actually saw Gryffindor in a vision, and he even gave you lectures on magic in person."

"I don't know..." Hermione looked at Ivan, seeming to be frightened too.

"But all I met in the vision were acromantulas!" Ron muttered in a low voice, "Hermione, what did Gryffindor tell you, and why did you fail?"

"He taught me a lot of magical knowledge, the content is very profound, from the most common transformation to the rare alchemy, the difficulty is getting higher and higher." Hermione said, "I feel like I have spent a long time in the illusion, he He asked questions after every spell. In the end, he asked a question about alchemy, and I didn't answer it, and a voice told me that I had failed, and then I came back here again."

Being able to get Gryffindor to teach magic himself doesn't sound like an ordeal at all.

Even if Hermione fails in the end, this is still a rare experience. If she can master all the magic she learned in the illusion, then her strength will improve a lot.

No matter how you look at it, this is better than Ron's experience of being simply frightened.

Everyone was amazed, and Ivan also whispered to Hermione about the question about alchemy that she didn't answer at the end.

He has recently read a lot of ancient magic books and has some understanding of this aspect.

From ancient times to the present, alchemy has been the cornerstone of magic like transfiguration, potion science, and charm science. Because the knowledge involved is too profound and complicated, only students who have passed the ordinary wizard level examination can be involved. This is the sixth and seventh grade. It is also an elective course with the lowest pass rate.

As we all know, Dumbledore is a famous alchemist.

His discourse on the twelve uses of dragon's blood is considered to be a cross-age magic research, and for this reason he was awarded a first-class Medal of Merlin.

"Remember, anything can happen in fantasy, and it is completely real there." Sirius said, "There are also various ways to test. It is not impossible to meet Gryffindor like Hermione. Back then, James Tom saw him in there once."

"My father also met Gryffindor?!" Harry asked in surprise, "Sirius, has he been taught magic knowledge by Gryffindor like Hermione?"

"That's not true!" Sirius shook his head and said, "He told me that he had a duel with Gryffindor himself in the vision, but he failed in the end."

Chapter 349 The Last Enemy

Harry was very surprised to hear what Sirius said.

He didn't expect that his father would actually have a duel with Gryffindor in the illusion. Although he lost in the end, it was also very remarkable.

The opponent was the powerful Gryffindor, and not every wizard was qualified to challenge, which in itself was a recognition of his father's strength.

He walked a few steps forward to the black stone platform, feeling his legs trembling.

Beside him, the centaur Margery looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of impatience in his expression.

The old centaur elder completely retreated into the shadows without making a sound.

Harry took a deep breath, ready for the challenge.

He didn't look back at everyone's encouraging eyes, but clenched his fists, telling himself not to be afraid, no matter what he saw in the illusion, he couldn't shrink back.

Maybe he could have a duel with Gryffindor like his father did back then, or face countless giant spiders and dementors like Ron did.These are not problems, but if you are tested on magic knowledge like Hermione, then you are not good at it.

Harry thought wildly, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had entered the hallucination.

It was still late at night, and the stars in the night sky did not change much.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Harry couldn't help shivering.

He pulled his robe and found himself standing on a dark street.

This is not Hogwarts or Privet Drive, he can be sure that he has never been to this place before, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Luminescence!" Harry pulled out his wand and looked around vigilantly.

He was standing in a small alley, and there were big, dilapidated houses standing on both sides of the narrow alley, all of which were pitch black with no lights or even a sound.

Not far ahead is a small square, which is the center of the small village.

Harry walked on slowly, the cold night wind pricking his cheeks like needles, passing more houses along the way, all of them dark and uninhabited.

Getting closer and closer to the square, Harry saw a huge statue of a wizard in the center, holding a wand in his left hand straight ahead, and a rare silver sword in his right hand. Min's Gryffindor image was very similar, and maybe it was him.

Just as he was looking at the statue, there was a sudden sound of fighting and a woman's hoarse crying from a house in front of him.

Harry raised his head hastily, and he saw that the door of the house was open, and a room on the second floor was lit with a faint candlelight, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

His heart was beating so hard that it almost hit his throat.

Not surprisingly, the test he was about to face was in this house. He didn't know what was waiting for him, and the surrounding darkness was suppressed to the extreme.

"Is anyone there?" Harry called, running to the door. "Is anyone in there?"

No one responded to him, and the hall on the first floor was in a mess. It was obvious that someone had just experienced a tragic duel, and someone broke into the room from the outside.

Harry took a few steps in and stopped abruptly in front of the fireplace.He looked at a photo in disbelief, which was actually his parents. His mother was holding a baby in her arms, with a happy smile on her face.

Harry finally knew what this place was, this was his home.

"This is Godric's Hollow, this is my home, the place where I was born!" Harry's heartbeat almost stopped, and he looked at all this in disbelief.

He even forgot that this was an illusion created by Gryffindor. There was only one thought in his mind, and he went home by himself, back to this place that used to be his home.

If it weren't for Voldemort, he would have grown up here and spent every holiday here.

He will invite friends over to play, maybe even have younger siblings, and his mother will make him a birthday cake instead of celebrating alone.

Harry wiped away the sudden welling up of tears. He had imagined this kind of thing more than once when looking at old pictures of his parents.Just as he was about to take a closer look around, there was a woman's screams and pleadings from upstairs. It was the sound he heard when he met the dementor. It was his mother's cry.

Harry finally understood that this was the night when Voldemort broke into his house, and the misfortune that would affect his life was about to happen.

Without hesitation, he frantically rushed to the second floor.

Harry knew he had to hurry, he wanted to see his parents, and if he was quick enough, he might even save them from Voldemort.

With all his strength, he gripped the wand tightly in his hand.Harry gasped and climbed up the stairs, and then he saw, saw a man with a black hood standing at the top of the stairs, smiling cruelly, the smile was so cruel.

At his feet, lay the figures of a man and a woman.

In the corner of the room is a small crib, and a child is crying weakly inside.

"No!" Harry shouted, he knew that the two people on the ground were his parents, they were dead, they were killed by Voldemort!

Soon, it will be my turn.

"Disarm you!" Harry yelled loudly, rushing forward regardless.

Voldemort flicked past Harry's spell, swung his wand quickly, and a turquoise light hit Harry, who was pounced on.

Harry fell down. He didn't know what kind of magic Voldemort had cast on him. It seemed to be a petrification curse. He couldn't control his body, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.

When he saw his father lying in a pool of blood, his empty eyes were filled with unwillingness.

His father moved forward with his right hand, as if he wanted to hold his mother's hand before dying, but he slumped on the floor.

Harry wanted to yell, but no sound came out.

He could only watch Voldemort step by step towards his baby self, the cold voice, and then a flash of dark green light.

There were tearing screams from Voldemort as his wicked spell bounced back and knocked him down, and he fled through the window in a cloud of black smoke.

Harry was crying hard, he felt a piercing pain from the scar on his forehead, and the world in front of him was shattering fast.

He knew that he was about to leave here and return to reality. He tried hard to see his parents, hoping to see them one last time.

"You have failed. Although you are brave, you cannot overcome yourself. Remember that the last enemy to be destroyed is death!"

A magnetic male voice sounded from the void, this was Harry's last impression, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Harry was still devastated by the death of his parents and hated Voldemort.

When he regained consciousness and returned to the centaur temple, he was lying on the black platform, weeping silently.

Chapter 350 The Vision of Gryffindor

It took a long time for Harry to recover slowly.

He told everyone what he saw in the vision, what happened in his home in Godric's Hollow on the night Voldemort fell 13 years ago.

The atmosphere was dignified, and Ivan, Ron, and Hermione comforted Harry one after another.

Hermione's eyes were red, and even Sirius couldn't help wiping away tears when Harry talked about the death of his parents.

In the end, Sirius promised Harry that he would take him back to Godric's Hollow during this summer vacation, and go back to see his former home and his parents' graves.

This made Harry feel better, and he was no longer so sad. He kept asking Sirius about the past of Godric's Hollow and his parents.

Urged by Margaret, Ivan walked to the stone platform in front of the huge statue.

He didn't know what he would encounter in the illusion. Harry, Ron, and Hermione's challenges all failed, and the content of the three challenges was completely different.

Ron is facing the attack of the giant acromantia, which tests his fighting skills and courage; Hermione's test is intelligence, intelligence, comprehension and acceptance of new magic; Facing death calmly.

The powerful magic left by Gryffindor seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and he must have seen something deep in the hearts of the three of them to arrange it this way.

Leaving Ron and Hermione aside, Ivan knew that there was a fragment of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body. To destroy that fragment, Harry had to die once.

Therefore, the last enemy to be eliminated is death.

What Gryffindor did seems to be a hint. He used his illusion to reproduce the situation at that time, so that Harry could understand the origin of everything and know his final fate.

But in his grief, Harry only noticed his own parents when they died.

Ai Wen took a deep breath and stepped onto the black stone platform, not knowing what he would encounter.

Perhaps it is the deepest fear in my heart, or it may be a harbinger of the future.

A burst of brilliance flashed, and he entered the phantom magic.

Ivan looked around. He seemed to have returned to Hogwarts like Hermione. At this time, he was standing in front of a huge stone gate, which was the gate of the principal's office.

He knocked lightly on the door, and the low impact echoed in the space.

There seemed to be no one inside, Ivan hesitated for a moment, pushed the door open and entered.

Different from the decoration of Dumbledore's office, the quiet moonlight slowly fell from the upper window and shone on the shining silver armor under the curtain.

The room was quiet. On the cyan marble floor carved with complex patterns, there were four long tables, which divided the entire room into four parts.

This is the office of the Big Four in Hogwarts thousands of years ago. Everything is exactly the same as the last time Ivan saw it, without any changes.

The hosts seemed to leave in a hurry, without even having time to pack their things.

On the long table facing Ivan, Hufflepuff's golden cup was filled with a chocolate-like drink, which was slowly steaming outwards.

On the long dark blue table next to Ravenclaw, there are many magic books and the time converter that once brought Aiwen back to the millennium.

In the shadows that the moon couldn't reach, was the long table of Slytherin's dark silver and green.

Ai Wen took a step forward and saw a dark golden scepter quietly placed on the left side of the table. The scepter carried an oppressive aura, surrounded by two big green snakes from bottom to top.The big snake's eyes and mouths were all closed, and Ivan carefully observed the murals he saw on the wall of the underground ruins before. The eyes and mouths of the two big snakes were all open.

He didn't know what was going on, maybe some kind of magic.

The scepter exudes strange magic fluctuations, attracting Aiwen to walk over, and he can see complex inscriptions carved in ancient languages ​​on it.

He couldn't help but go deep in his hand, wanting to get it up and study it carefully.

"I wouldn't touch that thing if I were you, it's not wise!"

Just when Aiwen's hands were about to touch the scepter, a low and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded behind him, with a hint of warning in his tone, Aiwen turned his head hastily.

He saw a male wizard with fiery red hair sitting behind the Gryffindor long golden table with a smile on his face. It was Godric Gryffindor himself.

"Long time no see, little guy!" Gryffindor walked over and looked at Ivan with a smile, "Your strength has improved a lot compared to the last time we met."

"You..." Ivan's eyes widened, not knowing what to say.

Although he knew that he would meet Gryffindor in the illusion, Ivan was still surprised when the other party appeared in front of him.

"Don't be so surprised. The me you see now is just a part of my consciousness left behind, which is the same as the magic that was instilled into the sorting hat." Gryffindor said happily. Talk to you inside the key, with this phantom magic, I can transform myself and appear here completely."

Ivan opened his mouth, because he wanted to ask too much, and he didn't know where to start for a while, so he could only look at Gryffindor in front of him in surprise.

"If you want to ask about this thing." Gryffindor didn't care, pointing to the strange huge scepter in front of Ivan and explained, "It's called the Right of Peace, and it's a family heirloom of the Slytherin family. It is said that it was handed down by the ancient Greek gods. The ancient gods threw the staff between the two snakes that were biting, and the two snakes were reconciled. But in fact, this is the product made by the ancient warlocks using the most advanced alchemy. , has very powerful magic power, in my opinion, it is not an exaggeration to call it a divine weapon.”

"What's the use of it?" Ivan asked subconsciously, calming down.

"There are many uses, far beyond the imagination of the world, but Salazar usually only uses it as an ordinary walking stick to prevent himself from falling suddenly." Gryffindor said with a smile, "The research of magic all the year round He's got a lot of physical load on him, he's not as strong as he looks, a strong outside guy."

He looked very happy to be able to slander his best friend like this in front of Ivan.

"Okay, kid, let's get back to business!" After laughing for a long time, he continued, "Since you can come here, it means that you should find the treasure key I left in the centaur tribe."

"Yes, I saw your reminder to stay in the secret room." Aiwen nodded and said, "And from my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Sirius Black, I know that there is a very powerful magic weapon in the centaur tribe." magic item, so here we go."

"You're talking about that little guy. I've seen him for more than 20 years. The descendant of the Black family, which is Salazar's favorite, a very powerful, ancient pure-blood family. In our time, their family's The descendants will not enter Hogwarts at all, but hire powerful wizards to teach." Gryffindor said with satisfaction, "Who would have thought that after a thousand years, he would not only enter Hogwarts, but even come to Glen What about Fendor Academy!"