Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The deathly silence around the ears, the whispers and calls that were chattering just now all disappeared, as if they had never existed.

This creature, whether it is an evil god or not, is dead now!

Aiwen didn't know what kind of damage he suffered to make those powerful and terrifying evil gods from the void really die.

He approached again, ready to take a closer look.

But no, the guy in front of him is too big.

Ivan thought for a while, and tapped his wand lightly on the tentacles in front of him.

He chanted the spell, and a little fluorescent light emerged from the end of his wand, floating above the evil god's body.

There are more and more fluorescent lights, gradually covering the entire evil god's body from near to far.

Ivan was finally able to see this guy clearly now, and he was really shocked by the sight in front of him. In front of him was a monster in the shape of a huge octopus.

Its body leaned quietly in front of Ivan, with unprecedented oppression.

This octopus-shaped evil god is more than 1000 feet long. Its head is immersed in the depths of the sea, as if it is connected to the underground abyss. Countless tentacles emerge from its head and grab the entire Azkaban. islands.

The tentacle edges have begun to assimilate into the rock, becoming one.

In the middle position, where Aiwen fell, countless black egg-shaped things emerged from the octopus's mouth like a spray, slowly upwards.

The eggs float upwards slowly but definitely on the move.

Ai Wen took a closer look and immediately recognized what it was. These were not eggs at all, they were all dementors, and this evil god was making dementors.

Even though its body is dead, it is still corrupting the world in a unique way.

Ivan held his breath, immersed in the shock in front of him.

The next second, the weird inscription on his chest flashed again, and he knew that the other party was telling him that it wanted to absorb the essence of this evil god.

Of course it's not here, it's just a real phantom that it uses its strange magic power to make Aiwen's soul see, and what it wants to absorb is the evil god in reality.

This also means that the body of a dead great evil god is hidden under the island where Azkaban is located. This is really an extremely shocking fact.

Chapter 388 This is France

Ai Wen didn't know what to say, this crimson nameplate was absolutely crazy, it actually wanted him to go thousands of feet deep into the sea, looking for a dead evil god.

He wouldn't do that, he didn't want to seek death yet.

Who knows if there are other monsters besides this dead evil god in the depths of the sea, not to mention the terrifying oppression from the endless abyss, just looking at the dementors that are constantly being produced in front of him, Aiwen fights I don't want to get close.

In particular, he hasn't researched to understand what this nameplate is. It's strange that there is no danger in the weird item left by the evil god created by the despicable Hai Erbo.

Don't let him help the other party absorb the essence of the dead evil god at that time, but in turn help the evil god on this nameplate to resurrect, the situation will be terrible.

As time passed, Aiwen's soul wandered alone in the depths of the ocean.

When he got tired of the huge octopus carcass in front of him, the crimson nameplate shone again, and he experienced the experience when he came here again.

But this time, his soul is rapidly returning to his body.

He can finally leave here and return to the real world.

The scene in front of him flashed quickly, and Aiwen, led by the nameplate, spun around the huge octopus carcass in the dark sea water, and then approached its head.

At the deepest point is a rock crevice, and Aiwen vaguely sees what seems to be a sunken city behind.

Before he could see clearly, everything became distorted.

When he woke up, Aiwen found that he was not in the gloomy and dark Azkaban.

He is now lying in a luxurious, French classical style room, the mattress under his body is soft and comfortable, and the furnishings in the room have a noble and elegant aristocratic style.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which smells a bit like strawberries.

A string of Mianyang-shaped wind chimes hangs by the window, jingling with the breeze.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon shines in through the windows decorated with exquisite patterns, exuding residual warmth.

The colorful magic hanging lights are constantly rotating, and everything in front of us is full of warmth and dreams.

"Where am I, what is this place?" Ivan sat up and said in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?"

Everything in front of him is too different from the dark style of Azkaban, which makes Aiwen feel unreal like entering a dream.

"This is France!" came Sirius' voice.

He came in from the living room outside and said happily, "Thank God you're finally awake."

"How long have I been in a coma?" Ivan asked.

"It's almost three days, and Dumbledore said that you have strange magic traces on your body, but there is nothing wrong with it. He doesn't think you need to wake it up forcibly." Sirius explained, "After the magic power on your body dissipates, it will naturally disappear. wake up."

Sirius pulled a chair and sat beside Ivan.

"What happened, what did you see?" he asked hastily.

"A horrible monster's corpse is in the seawater beneath Azkaban." Ivan sighed and said, "No accident, it's the evil god I told you before."

"It's that guy again?!" Sirius frowned, "How could they appear in Azkaban and hide in the depths of the sea?"

"It's not the two I saw before, this guy is a new evil god." Ivan said weakly, "But it's not important anymore, it's dead now, only one corpse is left there produce dementors outward."

Not surprisingly, Sirius was extremely shocked to hear that the dementors were born in this way.

Ivan waved his hand indifferently, no matter who it is, looking at that guy and the newly born dementor for so long day and night, he will feel numb like him.

"Okay, you should tell me now, why did we come to France?" Ivan asked, "Also, where did Dumbledore go?"

"Three days ago, after you passed out, we talked to that guy Peter Pettigrew and asked him all about the curse left by Voldemort." Sirius sighed and continued, "What did he Told us all, but Dumbledore didn't think the information he had had any meaning. Voldemort didn't seem to trust him, was just deceiving, and didn't tell him the real way to break the curse."

He looked extremely dissatisfied, and shook his fist hard in the air.

"That idiot Peter was like this before. He worshiped great power, but he couldn't even distinguish the simplest truth from falsehood. He was easily fooled by Voldemort in the palm of his hand and got nothing." Sirius said angrily, "It's really not worth it that James died because of his informant. I never thought that there would be such a stupid thing."

"Since it is impossible to know what spell this curse is." Aiwen looked at the circular snake ring on his right wrist again, "then the only way left is to restore the Sorcerer's Stone to its integrity, we should be investigating this .”

"That's right, Dumbledore already has a clue, and he is going to confirm it!" Sirius looked at Ivan, "Before that, he thought it was necessary to let his friends take a look at the Sorcerer's Stone, so we will first Came to France, looking for..."

"Alchemist Nicole Flamel!" Speaking of this, Ivan already knew everything, "He is the last master alchemist, the wizard who is recognized as the longest living wizard in the magic world, and the owner of the Sorcerer's Stone that exists in the world , Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."

Hearing Ai Wen say so many titles in one breath, Sirius was stunned for a moment, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "I knew it, I can't hide anything from you."

"Then did we find him?" Ivan asked hastily.

"I found it, Dumbledore brought us here." Sirius said, "We didn't have to go to France so hard. Nicole Lemay and his wife Perenal Lemay lived in seclusion in England, but in the year before last After they destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, they decided to spend the rest of their lives in their native France."

"So, we are in Nico's house now?" Ivan looked around, the decoration style of this room was too luxurious.

They don't seem to be in the home of a famous alchemist now, but rather in the manor of an ancient noble family or a pure-blood wizard.

"After Nicole Flamel returned to France, he has been living in his alma mater, and by the way, he has served as the school's potion and alchemy professor!" Sirius paused before continuing, "This is Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Magic .”

Chapter 389 Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?!" Ivan blinked, this is really surprising news.

He had seen records about this school in many magic books, but he never thought that he would have the opportunity to come here.

Like Hogwarts, the sites of well-known wizarding schools are hidden.

In order to ensure the safety of students and prevent secrets from being stolen, the Ministry of Magic and wizards of various countries have cast unimaginable protection spells in each school.

This means that it is difficult to find a wizarding school without knowing the exact address.

Even if Muggles happened to stand outside, all he could see was a pile of dilapidated ruins.

There is a sign at the entrance that says something like dangerous, do not enter, unsafe.

Of course, these protective magics also apply to wizards who have not been invited.

Aiwen only knows that Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located in the south of France. It is one of the top three magic schools in Europe with the same reputation as Hogwarts. It is famous for its long history and elegant and comfortable teaching environment.But where exactly, he didn't know.

"Dumbledore brought us here to ask for help, and Principal Olim Maxim welcomed us warmly." Sirius said with a smile, "She is a very special witch, very strong, waiting for you to see her." She will understand what I mean."

That's right, like Hagrid, Madame Maxime is a half-blood giantess.

This sounds really interesting, but Ivan's mind is not on it at all.

He thought of Fleur Delacour, and of Gabrielle Delacour who kept writing to him.

They are all Beauxbaton's students, and the letters from Gabriel have almost filled a big tin box, and Ivan has never seen her.

In my impression, she should be a cute little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, a sweet smile, a quarter Veela blood and a strong French style.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry requires young wizards to enroll from the age of nine.

The school is not divided into four colleges, only the division of grades.

Gabriel should be in school now. It is the end of the semester and the school is not closed yet.

To be honest, Ivan wanted to meet this girl who had been writing letters to him.

In addition, he also wanted to see with his own eyes the unique magic preserved in the Beauxbaton School of Magic. He had read related records in many magic books.

"Dumbledore said that you will probably wake up today. I'm going to inform him of this. He should be with Nicole Flamel."

Sirius stood up from his chair, smiled and said to Ivan, "You can go out and walk around, but don't run too far. In order to welcome us, Beauxbaton will have a banquet tonight!"

"I see!" Ivan agreed, ready to go out for a visit.

He followed Sirius out of the room, seeing a glitter of gold, and the luxurious decoration style in the room extended to the school corridor.

Unlike the dark, rough stone walls of Hogwarts Castle, the corridor in front of Ivan's eyes is all white marble, inlaid with golden and cyan decorative patterns.The ground is covered with soft carpets, and gorgeous shining crystal lamps hang in mid-air.

Huge colorful murals of characters walking around are painted on the walls.

There are exquisite statues, vases and other decorations on both sides of the corridor, each of which is a priceless antique or a work of art with unique taste.

"To be honest, I was also taken aback when I first saw it!"

Sirius was not surprised by Ivan's reaction, he said with emotion, "These rich French!"

Ivan separated from Sirius at the end of the corridor. While looking at the murals on the wall, he followed another empty corridor to the outside of the building.

The warm wind in June blows head-on with the fragrance of flowers, and in front of Ivan is a large flower garden.

Not as majestic as Hogwarts' huge castle, Beauxbatons looks like a huge and breathtaking manor.

A series of French-style buildings are located in it, and everything in front of you has a special atmosphere.

This place should be located on the top of a certain mountain, and Ivan can see the vast lawn and mountains surrounding the school.

Not a single cloud can be seen in the sky, it is like a pure sapphire.

Aiwen took two steps forward, and outside the flower garden was a Quidditch field. The flags flying around the field were Beauxbaton's school emblem, and on it were two golden crossed wands, each with three magic wands. stars.

Beauxbaton means "beautiful cane" in French.

The sparkling river runs through the edge of the Quidditch field like a silver ribbon, and on the other side is a dense virgin forest.

Three flying horses with fiery red eyes and golden and silver manes that look similar to elephants are lying leisurely by the river. They are all very rare rune horses.

Aiwen's current location is only the boys' dormitory, and in the middle of the distance is a huge palace-like building, which is the main body of the school.

In front of the palace, a huge golden fountain resembling the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

The character above is Nicole Flamel, and it is said that in order to thank him for his donation to Beauxbatons when he was young, a large part of the land and buildings were self-help by Flamel.

Of course, these are things more than 600 years ago.

What interested Aiwen was that this gushing obviously used a lot of alchemy-related knowledge. Although he didn't understand it very well, he could clearly feel that after the ordinary spring water circulated through the statue of Nicole Flamel, Contains a touch of magic.

These magical powers are very wonderful, and seem to have the function of repairing and beautifying.

Aiwen couldn't help but walked over to study it carefully, but he soon discovered that something was wrong.

I don't know when it started, but the number of Beauxbaton students watching around me is increasing.

Their school uniform robes are all light blue, made of delicate silk, in contrast to Ivan's school uniform with black as the main tone.

He could hear chatter from the crowd around him.

"Who is this boy?"

"Hogwarts!"

"The boy who came with Dumbledore and Sirius Black."