Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Although the fallen horsemen are no longer there, it is impossible to perish.

If it is re-summoned, then no matter how many people come, it will be his sacrifices and become a part of its huge body.

What's more, anything can happen in the gloomy and dark forest.

Voldemort was lurking there, waiting for intruders, plotting new plots.

Although Aiwen didn't care about their lives, he had to admit that these sudden adventurers disrupted his previous plan. If someone really found the Sorcerer's Stone in the centaur ruins, things would get worse extreme.

Apparently, Sirius thought so too.

After admonishing Aiwen to stay in the room and not to run around, he began to go out frequently to inquire about the progress of those adventurers who had entered the forest.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Aiwen put down the quill in his hand, amidst the shaking of the broken signboard outside, it was difficult for him to concentrate on continuing to study the ancient runes.

His mind seemed to be full of things about the Sorcerer's Stone and the centaur ruins, and the noise from the hall on the first floor pierced through the thin wooden boards, making him even more upset.

Ai Wen sighed, walked over and opened the window that was thickly piled with dirt, let fresh air blow in, and blow away the strong smell of sheep in the room.

There has been no news from Dumbledore, and I don't know how long he will wait here.

Seeing the group of adventurers leaving the village and entering the forest, Aiwen had the urge to follow them in.

Whatever it is, it's better than staying in this small, dirty bar.

His gaze retracted from the edge of the forest and landed on the low, dark doorway opposite.

An old witch with a hood was looking at herself with a malicious smile on her face.

Judging by her expression, it seems that Ivan is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Although Aiwen didn't feel the aura that could threaten him from the old witch, the scene in front of him really made people feel very uncomfortable.

He closed the window, fell back heavily on the bed, his consciousness gradually blurred...

By the time Sirius woke Ivan up, it was already very late, and some candle stubs were lit on the rough wooden table, emitting an unpleasant dim light.

Sirius looked very embarrassed, as if he had just experienced a battle.

"We can't wait any longer!" He said hurriedly, his voice sounded a little hoarse, "The latest news I got is that those adventurers have entered the central temple of the centaur tribe and completed the exploration of the first floor of the ground. They It seems that it is only a matter of time before we continue to enter the core area without encountering any obstacles."

"But Dumbledore..." Ivan hesitated.

"Let's go into the forest first, and Dumbledore will find us in a way." Sirius said, "The central temple of the centaur ruins is exactly the same as the moon temple in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, so the two of us have a good understanding of it." If you understand, you should find the Sorcerer's Stone."

"When will we act?!" Ivan sat up from the bed, and then asked, "Just the two of us going in, or with other adventurers?"

"Just the two of us, leave tomorrow morning!" Sirius said, "I can't trust those guys outside, they are all desperadoes, they can do anything."

Ivan still agrees with Sirius' point of view.

The adventurers downstairs are indeed very worrying. Compared with the treasures in the centaur ruins, they seem to be more willing to use despicable means to count their companions.

If the two of them act together, many unnecessary troubles will be reduced.

After discussing the specific action plan, Ivan followed Sirius downstairs.

Different from the daytime, the bar tonight is extraordinarily quiet, and most of the guests cover their faces tightly.

Here, it is very popular to do so.

Like now, there's a guy at the bar with his whole head wrapped in a dirty gray bandage, but still able to put something smoking and flaming through a slit in the bandage over his mouth, cup after cup pour it in.

At a table by the window sat five furtive figures in hoods and tattered robes that looked like dementors.

In a shadowy corner by the fireplace sat three wizards, dressed in heavy black winter robes that fell down to their feet.

On the top of the head, there is a dark scarf wrapped around the head tightly.

Ai Wen couldn't see anything except the dark mass.

The waiter at the bar was a middle-aged witch who looked very strong. She served two dinners for Ivan and Sirius, as well as free drinks.

To be honest, in this small and old bar, Ivan, who was younger and wearing a clean robe, seemed to be the strangest one.

As soon as he sat down, many malicious eyes looked at him.

However, after seeing Sirius beside Aiwen, most of them turned their eyes back, with an expression of unwillingness.

"Watch out for that wizard in the corner!" whispered Sirius.

Aiwen raised his head and glanced quietly at the very old wizard in front of him. He was hunched over severely, and he was shaking a wooden stick evenly in his hand.

Below the stick hung a tiny skeleton figure, very evil looking.

"That's a kind of witchcraft that is more prevalent in Africa. It can curse a person." Sirius said, "Be careful, we'd better stay away from him."

In the past three days, every time it was time to eat, Sirius would introduce many things to Ivan that he had never seen before, which benefited him a lot.

Chapter 412 The Missing Witch

He stared curiously at the dangling skeleton doll in the hands of the old wizard for a while, and felt a strange fluctuation of magic power from above.

This feeling is very similar to the snake ring on his arm, a kind of curse.

Witchcraft is generally considered to be one of the many branches of the dark arts.

Aiwen has seen descriptions related to witchcraft in the book. Unlike wizards who use magic wands, wizards are more inclined to use other media to complete curses.

For example, the puppet in the hands of the old wizard in front of him is a medium for casting spells.

Because of the diversification of spell-casting media, witchcraft, in the impression of most wizards, is much more evil than ordinary black magic, making people feel more taboo and uneasy.

Ivan and Sirius talked a few words on the topic of witchcraft, discussing how to defend against witchcraft, and didn't stop until the bartender came over.

"Have you heard?!" She lowered her voice and said in a joking tone, "A witch has disappeared. She is from England like you two. Maybe you will be interested. But let me say, in this kind of place , this is not something to make a fuss about, but you have asked me before, I think..."

She stopped and looked at Sirius and Ivan with a smile on her face.

Knowing what she meant, Sirius took out a Galleon and threw it.

"Tell me, maybe it's the one we've been looking for," he muttered.

Since coming to Albania, Ivan has been looking for Bertha Jorkins.

Judging from the information returned by Lupin, this guy has not heard from her since she went on vacation in the Albanian forest, and no one knows where she is.

Although Sirius believes that she is very likely to venture into the centaur ruins, or she is too confused and lost her way in the nearby forest.

But Ivan has a feeling that even without the help of Peter Pettigrew, Jorkins was still captured by Voldemort like in the original plot.

If that's the case, that's really bad enough.

Voldemort will get everything he wants from her, whether his most loyal servant has escaped from Azkaban, or Hogwarts will hold the Triwizard Tournament and so on.For Voldemort, who was desperately trying to regain his power, these messages were all crucial.

"That woman's name is Bertha Jorkins!" continued the waitress.

She put the Galleons that Sirius had given her into an old wooden money drawer, and the drawer slid open of its own accord, swallowing the money.

Ivan and Sirius quickly exchanged glances, and it really was Jorkins!

"About half a month ago, she set off from here and followed an adventure team to hunt for treasure in the centaur ruins in the forest." The waitress leaned on the bar counter, "Of course, apart from stones, what do these unlucky bastards do?" None were found. They came back this morning, and there was one person missing in the team, the witch named Bertha Jorkins. It is said that she disappeared from the camp one night after entering the ruins. Since then, It never appeared again."

"That's all?" Ivan asked with a frown.

"Otherwise, what else would you expect to hear?!" The waitress smiled and poured herself a glass of wine from a dirty wine bottle, "Don't expect those guys to tell the truth, they don't care about a person's life or death, Maybe they did it themselves."

Ivan was silent. If Voldemort captured Jorkins that night, it means that he is also among the remains of the centaur.

Perhaps, Dumbledore was delayed for this reason.

As long as Voldemort has appeared near the centaur ruins, Dumbledore will definitely find out and will continue to track them down. They may be fighting now.

Although Voldemort is not Dumbledore's opponent at all given his current situation, he still cannot be taken lightly. He has mastered a lot of black magic beyond imagination.

Moreover, Voldemort's understanding of the dark side of human nature is the most terrifying.

"Don't worry!" Sirius said softly. "Things may not be as you imagined. From what I know about Jorkins, she may have left that team by herself."

"hope so……"

"Speaking of which, there have been more and more reports about the disappearance of witches recently." The waitress looked at Ai Wen and said casually, "You'd better be careful, there may be a group of vampires around here, women and children are the group Monsters' favorite food."

"Thank you for your concern!" Ivan responded lightly.

Ever since he met Elaine, he didn't think there was anything terrible about vampires.

Albania was originally the base camp of dark wizards. It is not surprising to encounter dark creatures such as vampires and werewolves.

Although vampires are difficult to deal with, Ivan is not easy to mess with.

Without using too much magic power, even if you can't fight, you can still escape calmly.

"There was a little boy your age crying nearby this morning. I don't know what he was thinking, but his mother brought him here for vacation." The waitress sighed, "But she herself disappeared in In the jungle, only the child came back to ask for help..."

"And then?!" Ivan vaguely remembered that he did hear someone crying downstairs in the morning.

But when he came down to breakfast, he saw nothing.

"He was taken away by a group of adventurers. They said they would help him find his mother in the Forbidden Forest." The waitress shook her head, obviously not optimistic about this.

Here, no wizard has ever been so kind.

What happened to that little boy is self-evident, and anything can happen.

It is said that there are many witches who specialize in collecting the hearts and livers of boys to perform evil witchcraft.

"In my opinion, little wizards of your age shouldn't appear here. This neighborhood is not a good place for a vacation." The waitress glanced at Sirius and emphasized her tone, "Although your uncle is very powerful , but you are too weak, any accident may happen, you better get out of here quickly."

"We will leave tomorrow morning!" Ivan whispered.

Judging by the standards of ordinary people, Aiwen is definitely a representative of weakness.

Regardless of age or size, he gives people a feeling of being a bully.

When encountering danger, it is impossible for a little wizard like him to have a little resistance. If he has any ideas, he is the most suitable target.

If Sirius hadn't been by his side all the time, trouble might have come to him long ago.

The waitress persuaded a few more words. Thinking of what happened to the boy of his own age, Aiwen felt heavy and didn't want to continue listening.

He tugged on Sirius' sleeve, and the two got up to go back.

As soon as he reached the stairs, Ivan suddenly had a strange feeling. He turned his head hastily, and by the dim candlelight at the stairs, he finally saw the three wizards sitting in the darkest corner on the side of the fireplace. They were watching Himself and Sirius.

The man in the middle looked familiar, he was tall and strong, Ivan vaguely felt as if he had seen him somewhere.

Chapter 413 The City in the Dreamland

The feeling of familiarity is very obvious, but Ai Wen can't remember where he saw each other.

This man's figure is very strong, his face is full of flesh, coupled with his strange appearance, if Ivan has seen him before, he will never forget it.

Although it is certain that this is the first meeting, but this feeling...

Immediately afterwards, he discovered something was wrong, the magic fluctuations in the air were undergoing subtle changes, and the other party was using magic to spy on himself and Sirius.

This is a particularly advanced spell-casting skill. If it hadn't been for more than a month, Lemay asked Ivan to mobilize the magic power in his body when writing ancient magic texts, and feel the magic changes when different magic texts are completed. Notice this subtle change.

Under the effect of this magic, as long as the distance is not too far, the other party can know the specific positions of Aiwen and Sirius at any time.

The purpose of using such magic on such an occasion is self-evident.

Ivan whispered a few words in Sirius' ear, then quickly pulled out his wand, chanted the spell, and the white light flashed past.

He cast an anti-detection spell to break the opponent's magic.

Sirius also pulled out his wand and pointed it at the three people opposite.

In just an instant, the chattering discussions in the bar hall stopped abruptly.

Everyone is looking in this direction, and many people have expressions on their faces that are ready to watch a good show.

In fact, the three guys on the opposite side were also very surprised that Aiwen was able to crack the magic he cast. They didn't expect that this boy who looked only twelve or thirteen years old would actually discover the magic and react quickly. It is beyond imagination.

The eyes of the three of them were all focused on Ivan, and then shifted to the brighter and brighter magic wand in Sirius' hand.

They were stiff and sitting there motionless.

The light on the end of Sirius' wand told the three of them very clearly that if they dared to move, they would be hit by the oncoming spell.

"What are you doing, go outside if you want to fight!" The waitress hurried over and shouted at the three men in heavy robes, "Get out, get out!"