Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Soon, Evan knew what Hagrid meant by horrific death.

An hour later, he and Sirius arrived at the cave.

They did not see a living giant along the way. The lake at the foot of the mountain was a mess, full of corpses and even scattered giants limbs, as well as things that the fleeing giants had not had time to take away. The whole lake was dyed red.

That was because of the blood, too much giants’ blood had turned the mountain lake into a blood lake, giving off a pungent smell.

It used to be a gathering place for giants, but now it had become the most desolate place in the territory… a purgatory on earth.

The battle between Golgomath and Karkus’s camps killed many of the giants living here; the lake was the main battlefield.

In just three days, too many giants had died here.

The once powerful giants’ tribe was divided, and all the living giants had fled the place and moved to the nearby mountain forest.

Inside the cave, Evan saw Golgomath’s corpse, or something that was supposed to be his dead body, sitting on the throne under the statue of the Cyclops. He had turned into a black silent statue.

He also had the “Crown of fate” on his head, and a ferocious expression and a trace of consternation on his face. His two arms were stretched forward, and the sinews of his neck burst with pain. His whole body was covered with a layer of uneven black char.

Around him, other giant warriors were mostly the same, keeping their original appearance and turning into scorched statues.

Evan looked at them in surprise. It was more shocking than the bloody scene outside.

The giants were very resistant to magic and were almost immune to most low-level spells, but now they had turned into dead statues.

“This is Voldemort’s curse, those accessories have ruthlessly taken their lives…” said Sirius.

Evan didn’t know much about this particular dark magic, but he could feel the magic of the Dark Lord.

As though under the Full Body-Bind Curse, or Petrified by the Basilisk’s eyes, Golgomath and the giant warriors had lost any breath of life.

He wasn’t sure if he could ever bring them back to life, and several spells and potions came to his mind.

“These stupid giants just died, making things a mess,” said Sirius, bypassing Golgomath’s location and walking to the foot of the statue of the Cyclops. “Old Herbert told me that after Golgomath became like this, the other giants were scared and they didn’t understand what was going on. This used to be their holy place, but it has become a restricted area.”

“I can feel the power of the curse.” Evan took out his wand and gently tapped on Golgomath.

He tried to use a Charm to undo the petrification, but the texture of the statue was more fragile than he thought. As soon as his magic came into effect, a crack appeared on the statue of Golgomath, making a sharp creak.

Evan stopped in a hurry, frowning to see the cracks gradually widen. The magic he used had the exact opposite effect.

Obviously, Voldemort had anticipated this situation and guessed that some wizard would use this magic on the statue.

That was to say, even if the curse was finally undone successfully, Golgomath’s body could only be restored into a pile of meat.

Evan was speechless. Voldemort was really terrible!

Even Dumbledore, with all his knowledge, would probably go through all these giants before figuring out the way to restore them.

No wonder those giants dared not come to this place. This was not a force they could understand.

They only saw Golgomath and his warriors offend the Death Eaters, and then they instantly turned into sculptures.

That was a terrible curse… terrifying magic… horrific power…

Out of fear, the remaining giants did not dare to offend the Death Eaters.

This was the horror of Voldemort. The most dangerous Dark wizard in history was not merely a man wielding a wand and using Avada Kedavra.

“Well, Evan, Forget about these giants,” said Sirius. He also took out his wand and said, “What happened to them is horrible, but the fear it has induced makes it much easier for us to take the scabbard. No one will stop us.”

He waved his wand at the scabbard in the Cyclops’s eye.

There was no reaction. Sirius frowned at it, and he Disapparated.

He Apparated next to the eye of the Cyclops, held the scabbard firmly, and tried to pull it out.

“How is it?” Evan shouted, looking at Sirius, who had almost turned into a little black dot above.

“No, I can’t pull it out. There is special magic on the scabbard that fends off my power. It seems to be integrated with the statue,” said Sirius, returning to Evan. “It’s hard to imagine how Gryffindor had inserted this scabbard on it.”

“Well, I’ll go up and have a look,” said Evan, thinking for a moment, and Apparating directly above the statue.

It was almost a hundred feet high, and looking down from this position, everything on the ground became small.

If the Cyclops was the same height as the statue, then that would be their point of view. Whether it was humans or even modern day giants, they were insignificant ants in his eyes.

Evan was now standing above the Cyclops’s head, and in front of it was its single eye, a pure huge topaz.

The gem was as clear and shiny as crystal. It was clean in texture and free from any defects. This topaz had strong magical properties and had many applications in alchemy. At the same time, it was a treasure of extraordinary value.

Evan steadied himself and was ready to try to see if he could divide the gem.

He aimed his wand at the jewel beneath him, using powerful attack magic.

The silver light flashed, but it didn’t leave a trace on the topaz. Never did Evan see anything harder.

Not far away, at the center of the huge eye, the scabbard of Gryffindor’s sword was quietly inserted.

This was a bland scabbard, silver-white, and forged from the same material as Gryffindor’s sword. It was engraved with patterns and magic runes used by goblins.

On the main body of the scabbard, small pieces of ruby ??were distributed, emitting a hazy light, just like stars in the night sky.

It seemed to be feeling Evan’s gaze, and the rubies ??on it flashed.

Evan walked closer to observe the scabbard. As Sirius said, it seemed to be part of the statue.

It was sending out strange magic to the outside, reminiscent of Gryffindor’s power.

This power prevented the scabbard from leaving the statue, and it sealed the Cyclops below.

It was difficult to pull it out. If it were that simple, for a thousand years, the giants would have long thought of ways to remove the scabbard, instead of leaving it here to tarnish the statue of their ancestor, as a sign of the shame a human brought to them.

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