Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“You shouldn’t know these things,” said Sirius. “However, judging by the looks of the four of you, if I don’t say anything, you won’t agree and will end up speculating here. So, I’ll just say a bit. We had another confrontation here with Death Eaters and vampires … destroyed their magical altar used for sacrifices. Dumbledore said it was used to collect blood and flesh, identical to the ancient altar set up by fallen Centaurs in the Albanian forest.”

“You mean …?” Evan had a bad premonition in his heart, and the bad news that he had speculated for a long time was finally confirmed.

“Yes, now it’s almost certain that what the vampires guard is related to the so-called evil gods. We’ve checked a lot of information. Historically, the term evil gods refers to evil beings from the endless void. Ancient sorcerers called them the Old Dominators, distinct from the gods, composed of unknown substances far beyond the mortal realm.”

Titans, Old Dominators, gods – this world seemed to be far more complex and chaotic than imagined.

“From the information we’ve received so far, Voldemort is planning to do something with the statue of the evil god in his hand!” Sirius continued. “And this matter is also related to vampires. Remember what I said before? Now it’s finally clear. Salazar Slytherin seems to have left something related to the evil gods. Well, anyway …Voldemort probably thought that the thing from his ancestors was very helpful to him.”

“What’s that thing?”

“I don’t know … still investigating. The good news is that even within the vampire ranks, things are starting to become unstable,” said Sirius. “We were able to locate and destroy the altar this time, thanks to a tip from within the vampire community. However, we still can’t confirm who it was.”

Evan stared at Sirius, paying attention to the expression on his face. Could the person who tipped off the information be Elaine? Or, was it her uncle Caresius?

They themselves did not believe in Voldemort, but they had to cooperate with him because of matters within their own clan.

“What’s Voldemort planning to do?” Evan asked as he thought. “Is he summoning the evil god to come?”

“I don’t think so, but what he’s doing now will undoubtedly restore some power to the evil god represented by that statue.” Sirius sighed, taking a breath. “This undoubtedly makes things very bad and extremely dangerous. According to the information we found, if the terrifying creature called the evil god really comes, it won’t be something the current wizards can deal with. Don’t get excited, Harry. This is something you and your friends can’t help with, and don’t get involved. Moreover, where you are…”

“What’s wrong with where we are?” Harry asked hurriedly.

“Nothing!” Sirius seemed to realize he had said too much, stopped discussing, and said sternly, “Anyway, you need to know that Voldemort’s main focus is still within the country. The situation in Norway is not a priority for you. Don’t interfere; you can’t. Your main task now is to learn more magic. I came here tonight just to check on your progress. If you need anything, let me know as soon as possible, and I’ll help you get it. I heard the Ministry of Magic has fully monitored all communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts. Fortunately, they haven’t paid attention to this fireplace. In the future, we can…”

He broke off. His face was suddenly tense, alarmed. He turned sideways, apparently looking into the solid brick wall of the fireplace.

“Sirius?” said Harry anxiously.

But he had vanished. Harry gaped at the flames for a moment, then turned to look at Evan, Ron and Hermione.

“There’s something wrong!” said Evan, leaping to his feet and pulling Hermione up.

“What…?”

The next second, Hermione gave a horrified gasp, still staring at the fire.

A hand had appeared amongst the flames, groping as though to catch hold of something; a stubby, short-fingered hand covered in ugly old-fashioned rings.

The four of them ran for it; at the door of the dormitory they looked back. Umbridge’s hand was still making snatching movements amongst the flames, as though she knew exactly where Sirius’s hair had been moments before and was determined to seize it.

Early the next morning, they still had lingering fears.

“Sirius is right, communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts are completely monitored!” Hermione analyzed. “First Hedwig was almost caught, and now this with Sirius. We can’t contact the outside casually!”

“Using Dobby to pass messages should be fine; he’ll help us keep it secret,” said Evan.

“House-elves are not owls, we should treat them better,” said Hermione, dissatisfied.

Looking at her, it seemed like she wanted Evan to pay Dobby extra wages, as he always made him run around.

In any case, this undoubtedly added another piece of bad news among many.

Whether it was the Hogwarts communication network being monitored by the Ministry of Magic, or what Sirius said about the evil god and Voldemort.

The four of them got together and discussed it over and over again, but still didn’t make much progress.

Evan wanted to find books related to evil gods and Old Dominators, but he couldn’t find any after rummaging through the entire library.

This could only mean that the information was indeed top-secret. Evan only had the Book of Abraham related to this, but he couldn’t see what the second and third parts on it said. He had deciphered most of the first part, which was entirely about Alchemy.

Corresponding to the information obtained from the Emerald Tablet, Evan’s Alchemy level increased by leaps and bounds.

This knowledge seemed somehow connected to the ancient magic he found in the silent temple in the swamp.

But the information was not enough. Evan still needed time to research, a lot of time.

He thought he should speed up and get a Time-Turner!

Apart from that, the only thing that could be considered good news recently was that Draco Malfoy was seriously injured. He had been lying in the school hospital for a long time, while Umbridge left Hogwarts for treatment at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

It wasn’t until the Wednesday after the Quidditch match that she seemed to realize how seriously she was injured.

Remember, everyone had given her a good beating at that time.

Her waist was not broken or fractured, and the fact that she could resist for so long only showed that her physical fitness was really good, rather than that the people had been too gentle.

But Fred and George always regretted not hitting her harder at the time.

After Sirius’s reminder, Harry became more focused on combat training, and he had nowhere else to go!

The weather was getting colder, and just as D.A. meetings were becoming more frequent, the Gryffindor team’s training continued.

Angelina asked Ginny to be the new Seeker, and the new Beaters were Demelza and Vicky Frobisher.

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