Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The sudden warning in his heart made him restrain his desire.

Something seemed wrong, and he remembered that Gryffindor had told himself before that Voldemort had left a spell on the Philosopher's Stone.

But he didn't even mention it now, and why did he give himself the Philosopher's Stone in the illusion instead of teleporting him back to the real world? !

In front of him, Gryffindor always had a smile on his face, looking so unnatural.

That smile was not so much the elder's kind smile as a restrained ridicule.

In the cloud and mist, the corners of his mouth raised exaggeratedly to both sides, becoming more and more uncoordinated, as if that appearance was not what a human being should have...

A burst of coolness hit, Ivan swallowed, and subconsciously clenched his wand with his right hand.

"What are you waiting for, catch this Sorcerer's Stone, you will gain unimaginable power, it will help you become the most powerful wizard, believe me..." Gryffindor's voice was clearly close at hand But it seems to come from a very far away place.

Ivan heard clearly, these voices echoed in his mind.

When he mentioned strength, Ivan was almost sure that this guy was a fake.

Gryffindor never said these words, he always emphasized that strength is not the most important thing.

The challenge is not over yet, you must destroy the evil god's wooden statue.

The evil god who had turned into Gryffindor was still smiling, but the atmosphere became more and more depressed.

Its laughter sounded in the deepest part of Ivan's heart, getting louder and louder, accompanied by the frequency of the beating heart, boom, boom, boom...

Ai Wen felt that his heart was about to burst from the sound of torture, and some kind of liquid flowed out from his nostrils and eye sockets.

His magic power began to scatter, and all the strength in his body was frantically resisting.

Ivan panted, holding the hard wand, raised his right hand diagonally upwards, and a light green spell of light spewed out, passing through the body of Gryffindor in front of him.

He has no substance, but a phantom phantom.

"Young human wizard, you rejected me and made the most stupid decision."

Gryffindor took a step forward, his face contorted, his mouth opening at an increasing angle.

Countless pieces of green mucus and flesh and blood fell out of it, his body was rapidly expanding, and rotten tentacles emerged, like the most terrifying nightmare.

The tentacles moved forward slowly, as if they wanted to touch Ivan's skin.

"Call God to guard!" Ivan shouted loudly.

The silver patron saint hovered out, and the bright white mist blocked the two of them.

"Young human wizard, you still don't understand the true meaning of magic, you have never suffered the pain of the collapse of the world, you are just the most humble existence in this world."

Gryffindor's face completely turned into the appearance of an evil god, his tentacles swayed and slapped on the light screen, and he said crazy and meaningless words in his mouth, "Sad ants, you are just a puppet in the hands of a puppet. In the face of the powerful, useless struggle..."

Aiwen increased the transmission of magic power, and the depressed time passed for a few seconds, or centuries, and then he suddenly realized that he should run.

Regardless of the evil god in front of him, he no longer cared about the surrounding environment, and continued to go up the narrow hollow stairs next to the platform, rushing forward.

Through the thick fog of light, the back of the thick tentacles of the evil god continued to slap, with crazy force, becoming more and more ruthless and cold, as if to slap Wen's body in half.

Aiwen panted, and on the small table at the top, he saw a dull wooden statue, which was the appearance of the evil god shrunk countless times, like the root of some kind of plant.

Without thinking about it, he waved his wand, and the red spell light flashed past.

Unexpectedly, the wooden statue shattered, turning into little stars and dissipating in the air.

The crazy voice of the evil god gradually faded away, but it still came over clearly, "Sad lamb, you defeated me in the illusion, but you didn't know that you were entering another even more terrifying illusion. The fear is like a shadow, and it will never disappear. It never ends..."

The surrounding gradually quieted down, and when Ivan raised his head, he saw Gryffindor standing in front of him smiling again.

He took a step back in surprise, and raised the wand in his hand vigilantly, but Gryffindor waved his hand indifferently, with a wider smile on his face.

"Don't do this, Ivan!" He said with a smile, "That guy disappeared, and now there are only two of us here."

"How do you guarantee that you are the real Gryffindor, and not that evil god pretending to be?" Ivan asked hesitantly, his whole body was extremely cold.

His heart was beating so hard that he could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality, and he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

"I can't prove anything, because I never really existed. I'm just a part of this phantom magic, a piece of consciousness left here." Gryffindor said with a smile. recognition. Whether you want to believe it or not, I still want to tell you that you passed the challenge."

The first time I heard this sentence, I was pleasantly surprised, but now it sounds completely terrified.

Gryffindor didn't seem to be surprised by Ivan's performance, he waved his hand, "I know you have a lot of doubts, in fact, the evil god you saw did not exist in real history. Luckier than you, when he rushed to the top of the temple, the evil ritual was not yet completed, and he managed to stop everything."

"Then what just appeared?" Ivan asked panting.

"As you can see, it was conceived and deduced by me, and displayed in front of you with the power of magic." Gryffindor said with a smile, as if explaining a trivial matter, "in the real world , The so-called evil god did not come to the mortal world in the end, it just became angry at the last moment, used all its strength to break through the void, and split the Philosopher's Stone I left in two, that's all."

Chapter 368 Obtaining the Gryffindor Treasure Key

Ivan was silent, no matter whether this guy was an evil god or Gryffindor, he suddenly had an urge to rush up and beat him up.

After playing for a long time, what happened later was purely directed and acted by this guy.

In the illusion, he was about to be driven crazy, but Gryffindor was enjoying himself on the sidelines. He was playing all the centaur warriors, fire dragons, and evil gods by himself.

I am like a marionette, struggling in the world he created.

"Don't be angry!" Gryffindor said with a smile, "Actually, the scene you saw just now is not completely illusory. The fallen horses used magic to absorb the power I left behind, trying to summon the evil god from the void. I had a conversation with it when I was there. How to describe that experience can only be said to be very interesting..."

Communicating with the spherical monster, Aiwen couldn't see what was meant in it.

"What I'm showing you is exactly what it was trying to instill in me." Gryffindor's expression became serious. "In fact, it's far scarier than what you just saw. If you encounter Come on, be careful not to be careless.”

"I know!" Ivan said angrily, still not letting down his vigilance.

"Haha, it's good that you can have this kind of momentum!" Gryffindor took a few steps forward and waved to Ivan, "Since you understand everything, then I don't have anything to ask! Your Friends should be waiting outside, we'd better not waste time."

"Wait a minute!" Ivan shouted hastily.

He understood everything, but in fact, he still had a lot of questions he wanted to ask the other party.

Gryffindor stood there with a smile, as if waiting for Ivan to ask questions, but his body began to become transparent and was about to disappear.

Just like in the Hogwarts room before, the whole space began to fragment.

Ai Wen opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound.

"If you want to know the magic that the descendant of Slytherin left on the Sorcerer's Stone, then the fastest way is to pick up the stone directly. Don't run away from your fate, this is another challenge I leave you." Gryffindor's voice came intermittently, "Goodbye, Ivan!"

In the next second, with a bang, countless fragments broke apart.

Everything in front of Ai Wen disappeared, the fragments flashed with silver light, and the blue light flashed, and he returned to the real world again.

As the cold night wind blew, Ivan noticed that he was also standing on the top of the statue.

Below him, Sirius, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Muggy the centaur, the elder centaur, all looked as small as toothpicks.

Because it was too high, he became dizzy for a while, and quickly retracted his gaze.

He is now standing at the end of the sky, and countless stars are shining beside him, as if he can touch it with his hands.

In the distance, the huge silhouette of Hogwarts Castle looms.

He heard a shout, Harry and the others were calling their names.

Ivan lowered his head again and saw Hermione waving at him.

Because it was too high, he couldn't hear what they were saying.

Following Hermione's gesture, Ivan turned his head, and saw the secret treasure key left by Gryffindor, the fragment of the Sorcerer's Stone emitting a soft red light not far away.

He hesitated for a moment, then stood up slowly.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Ivan felt his body shaking, and he hurriedly squatted down to maintain his balance.

Between the platform I was on and the Sorcerer's Stone was a narrow stone passage.

At thousands of feet in the air, walking on this narrow passage is like walking across a single-plank bridge, but instead of the rushing river below, it is the endless night sky.

Needless to say, this must be Gryffindor's bad taste again.

Ivan held his breath and walked forward cautiously.

He slowly came to the side of the Philosopher's Stone, just like what Gryffindor had shown him, this crimson stone had golden lines shining on it, and the edges were irregular fractures.

Aiwen could feel the powerful magic power above, but he still hesitated.

He wasn't sure what kind of magic Voldemort had left on it, and he didn't see any difference except that the crack bitten off by the evil god proved that this stone had an unimaginably tragic experience.

The Philosopher's Stone glowed red, and there were no traces of magic on it.

Ivan hesitated, not sure if he should touch it.

He tried to touch the Philosopher's Stone with his wand, and cast the detection and defense spells he knew, but nothing happened.

He couldn't stand here forever, according to what Gryffindor said, no matter what, he had to accept the magic left by Voldemort, and then seek to break it.

In Professor Trelawney's prophecy, this is what was meant to be.

Thinking that he might be the one chosen by Voldemort to help him gain unimaginable power, Aiwen felt uncomfortable.

He felt that all the gastric juices had turned into ice water, and the water flowed through the body along with the blood.

Aiwen hesitated, maybe courage is needed to replace reason at this time, and it is really a crazy move to take a Philosopher's Stone that obviously has a problem.

But no matter how you look at it, this is something he can't escape.

In the next second, Ivan stretched out his hand to hold the red magic stone, and it was cold for a while.

The powerful magic power entered his body along the palm of his hand, and Ivan felt a burst of warmth, and the magic power he had consumed in the phantom just now was instantly restored.

His magic power continued to rise, at a frighteningly fast speed.

On the platform at the top of the Moon Temple, everyone was watching Aiwen's actions in the sky intently. Seeing him holding the Philosopher's Stone, everyone cheered.

"That little human pony has succeeded!" Margaret's haughty face was full of surprise, "After a thousand years, there is really someone who can pass that powerful test!"

"Hmph, you should know by now, he is the student I taught, so he is the best!" Sirius looked at the centaur proudly, with a smile on his face.

"Ivan succeeded, I knew it!" Harry cheered loudly, shaking his hands, sincerely happy for his friend.

"He's the best and we all believe in him."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the corners of her eyes. Ai Wen suddenly disappeared in front of her just now. She didn't know what happened, and cried out anxiously.

"That's right, he's the most powerful!" Ron nodded, his eyes slightly complicated, still thinking about the powerful magic items left by Gryffindor.

He suddenly realized that the gap between himself and Aiwen had become wider and wider.

This gap, perhaps he will not be able to catch up in his lifetime.

Ron couldn't tell what he was thinking. He admitted that at the very beginning, he was indeed envious of Ivan, but when the gap got bigger and bigger, the jealousy became weaker and weaker.

Perhaps, being sincerely happy for Ivan is what we should do now.

Chapter 369 Black Demon Mark

Feeling the rapidly increasing magic power in his body, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief.

He has never been so powerful, the magic left by Voldemort has not been triggered, and Professor Trelawney's prophecy has not been fulfilled.

He was not chosen by the magic left by Voldemort, and all his worries were...

Suddenly, a trace of black emerged from the golden lines that flashed from time to time on the Philosopher's Stone.

Before Aiwen could react, the black magic fluctuated more and more, and with the magic power turned into a looming mist, it climbed up his arm.

These blacks are like a python, devouring the magic power in Aiwen's body and growing himself, Aiwen feels unprecedented pain.

Under the pressure of the black magic power, in an instant, the magic power all over his body began to become irritable. The black magic left by Voldemort was far beyond his imagination.

He tried to control the magic power to resist the black air, but to no avail.

Under the impact of the riot's magic power, Aiwen fainted and fell straight from a high altitude.

After he fainted, the Philosopher's Stone suddenly shone brightly, and the red flash became brighter and brighter, driving away all the remaining black energy, and chased after Ivan's arm.

Three different magic powers fought in Aiwen's body, and finally calmed down, leaving only a black fine line, quietly entwined around his right wrist.

It seemed to be tied with a thin black thread, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is a small snake with a cold light, it circles around in a circle, and its mouth opens to bite its own tail.

As for the remaining black air forced out by the Philosopher's Stone, it floated around Aiwen for a while, and then flew directly into the air, as if it was about to enter the stars.

The mist quickly began to deform, and finally turned into a black mark.

On the platform below, everyone didn't know what happened. They only saw Ivan suddenly fell from above, and Hermione screamed in fright.