Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the weird silence, Evan’s eyes fell on the Energy Stone in front of him.

It was floating quietly in midair, and the Dark liquified energy was shaking slightly. Evan could feel the power of the Cyclops inside, which was a powerful force combining the vitality of the Cyclops and the power of the original Thunderbolts.

Although not a lot, it was enough to be alarming. An energy stone that had accumulated these powers was likely to be similar to the Philosopher’s Stone.

Of course, it was not as durable as the Philosopher’s Stone, and it wouldn’t endlessly produce magic. When the power inside was exhausted, the energy stone would become an ordinary round crystal with no value. But as a disposable magical prop, this Energy Stone was too luxurious.

Evan couldn’t think of any magic that needed such a powerful force, nor did he know what the Harbinger of Doom was going to summon with it.

According to his own estimation, it was not impossible to summon the evil god to this world using seven energy stones full of power together. Not to mention that there were a large number of magical citrines in the hands of the Harbinger of Doom.

Evan gently waved his wand, and the Energy Stone floating in the air quickly flew towards him and fell into his hands.

There was a warm feeling from the black liquid at the bottom, as though a flame was burning inside the stone.

Evan collected the Energy Stone. Although these powers had been extracted from the Cyclops by Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw using an evil Dark magic ritual, they might have other unexpected uses.

For example, to end the scuffle in the giants’ tribe, Evan remembered the plan he had been forced to give up before: assisting a giant to become the Gurg, reunifying the giants’ tribe and becoming their most loyal and solid ally. Thus, the giants would not submit to Voldemort and join him in the war; they could even help the Order of the Phoenix to fight the Death Eaters.

Although the idea was good, it was very difficult to implement.

The key point of this plan was to find a giant who had a good relationship with Evan and enough strength to convince other giants, not to be easily assassinated, and even defeat the Death Eaters.

This was almost impossible, but with this Energy Stone, things became much simpler.

The giants were descendants of the Cyclops, or a more weakened version, they shared the same source of power.

Evan couldn’t help but think that as long as the power in the Energy Stone was poured into a giant, he could instantly create a powerful warrior with the smell of a Cyclops. The physical strength would be greatly enhanced, and even lightning magic could be used.

Hagrid’s brother, Grawp, was definitely a good choice.

“Evan, be careful, I feel something wrong!” Sirius suddenly warned, watching the Dark wizards outside the door anxiously. “Those guys outside seem to be planning to use some evil magic, something I don’t know.”

Evan turned his eyes to the huge stone gate, and saw the Dark wizards turn their heads to catch the house-elves madly.

They brought the elves together, waved their wands, and killed them with Avada Kedavra…

The miserable howls and calls for help of the house-elves came in. At the command of their masters, they all dared not run away.

At this moment, Evan missed Hermione’s Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare very much, hoping that her ideas could be implemented.

He didn’t want to seek wages, holidays or other rights and interests for the elves, but at the very least, before the cruel and inhuman killing by the so-called masters, they could resist, rather than willingly be slaughtered.

The best defense would be offense, not to turn around and run away.

There were hundreds of house-elves outside. They had strong magical power. If they stood up and resisted, the remaining Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw were not opponents to them at all.

But now, Evan saw only one-sided bloody massacre and feeble pleas. At this moment, he deeply realized that the servility in the blood of the house-elves was the sorrow of their race…

The power of slavery was deeply embodied in this subordinate race attached to wizards. Those pure-blood wizards who thought that house-elves were born slaves should really come and have a look at this scene.

While feeling sad for the house-elves, Evan couldn’t help being on guard.

As Sirius said, this was disturbing dark magic, and the Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw intended to use some kind of secret technique.

The eerie atmosphere filled the air, and Evan couldn’t imagine what these crazy guys were going to do.

“Whatever they’re going to prepare, it’s definitely not a good thing. We’d better hurry, Evan, and insert the scabbard into the eye of the Cyclops!” Sirius hurriedly said. “Destroy this body, and then we’ll get out of here.”

Without his urging, Evan had already Apparated to the head of the Cyclops below.

Just now on the platform, he had seen the full picture of the Cyclops. His terrible head, exposed from the magma, was facing up, leaning against the back wall.

It was a nightmare face. A huge mouth full of fangs occupied almost half of the face, like a bloody abyss. The other half of the face was occupied by a large single eye. The eyelids were closed and no pupil could be seen.

At this point, Evan was standing on this huge eye. The eyelids were like a layer of hard rock.

A white energy shield naturally emerged around Evan’s body, constructed entirely by Evan’s magic, which resisted the oppression of the powerful force emanating from the Cyclops’s hot body.

He took a deep breath and clenched the silver scabbard with both hands.

Evan’s eyes fell on the giant eye of the Cyclops below, which was the center of the Cyclops.

The mysterious magical array emerged at Evan’s feet. The silvery white light moved quickly, and the magical lines became more and more complex.

Slytherin’s Locket on Evan’s chest floated quietly, the lid opened, and the Philosopher’s Stone inside gave off a soft golden-red light.

Powerful magic flowed into Evan’s body and followed his hands into the scabbard.

He held the scabbard firmly with both hands, straight down, just like holding a real sword, Gryffindor’s Sword.

Centered on the place Evan was holding, the red light shone out and quickly covered the entire scabbard.

The red light was getting stronger and stronger, and in an instant it turned into crimson, with the scabbard as the main body and became a lightning.

With the help of the Philosopher’s Stone, Evan increased the magic output as a basis to mobilize Gryffindor’s power left on the scabbard.

He felt a sudden surge of energy and power in his hands…

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