Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The night grew deeper, and the boundless darkness shrouded everything.

Evan, Dumbledore, and Caresius stood in front of the gate of Nurmengard to discuss the matter at hand. What Caresius said sounded somewhat absurd and unbelievable, and the level of legend was no less than that of the tale of the Deathly Hallows.

“That monster…” said Caresius in a deep voice. “According to the records passed down in our family, his body is huge and twisted, difficult to describe. He seems to be spliced ​​together from the corpses of countless creatures. His existence itself represents despair.”

“Made up of the corpses of countless creatures…” Evan remembered something.

“It is certain that it is a part of the evil god that Salazar took away back then,” said Dumbledore softly.

“But that evil god was divided into a brain, eyes, and a body…”

“It is the body,” said Dumbledore firmly. “A body made of flesh and blood, so it can provide blood.”

There was a moment of silence. Evan felt they were getting closer to the truth!

A thousand years ago, Salazar Slytherin brought the body of the divided evil god to Norway. He sealed the eyeball in Hogwarts and also processed the brain, leaving the body being as the final part.

Because this part of the body was too powerful, in addition to leaving a seal as usual, Salazar also selected some wizards to guard the seal, that is, Caresius and his vampire clan. Their power came from the blood of the evil god.

It was the source of their power, the foundation of their strength, but it was also a curse that explained why they had to guard that seal.

After all, once the seal was opened, the evil god inside would be out of control.

This meant that the vampires who used the blood of the evil god for their initiation would be killed by the evil god, or become his servants. There was no way to escape, as this was a bond of blood.

The evil god could sense the traces of the vampires who used his blood to complete their first embrace through the magic in the blood.

Therefore, in order to save their lives, they had only one option, which was to maintain the power of the seal.

The vampires should have a special secret method to strengthen and maintain the seal, allowing the magic to operate for a thousand years, unlike the eyeball monster, which had long lost its effect.

But as time went by, even the most powerful seal would lose its effect one day.

Next was the prophecy that Elaine had told Evan. The vampires firmly believed that someone would help them strengthen the seal.

Elaine believed it was Evan, while Caresius and the other vampires chose Voldemort.

After all, the person mentioned in the prophecy would carry Salazar’s items to prove himself, and both Evan and Voldemort met the criteria.

What happened next was clear, and this was the main reason why Caresius wanted to help Voldemort.

Of course, Voldemort was not the person mentioned in the prophecy. Instead of helping the vampires strengthen the seal, he just made things worse.

Things were roughly pieced together now. If time magic was added, it would also explain why there were no vampires in the original story. Because Evan did not go back to a thousand years ago to meet Slytherin, he must have used other methods to deal with the evil god.

In other words, all these things were tests left by Slytherin, related to the key to his secret treasure.

That was why the seal lasted exactly a thousand years, and only began to completely collapse just now…

Things were now very clear, but there were still some details that needed to be clarified, starting with the appearance and strength of the evil god’s body.

Evan asked his question, and Caresius explained, “I have seen that monster before. To be more precise, it should be a memory left by my ancestors.”

“Where is that memory?”

“I gave it to Voldemort. If you want to see it, I can extract the images I saw,” said Caresius, sighing again. “By the way, Evan, you have seen it too. Remember the time I used the Imperius Curse and Legilimency on you in class? You resisted my spells and entered my mind, and that was the monster you saw.”

“Is it that guy?” Evan remembered very clearly because he was extremely surprised at the time, the impression was deep.

He still remembered that in the memory of Caresius, he saw an endless abyss. The surrounding stones were all black, jagged and closely stacked together, extending outward. At the highest point was a glimpse of endless darkness.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he realized there was something there.

It was a huge alien creature, like a hybrid of the most terrifying creatures in the world.

Its flesh was dark purple, made up of piles of rotten flesh.

In the center was a humanoid figure, vaguely discernible, covered with barnacle-like structures, irregular holes one after another, making it look creepy.

A little further up was brightly colored orange-red fur, like the patterns on a poisonous spider.

A gloomy white bone-like spine extended downward, and from this center, a twisted and grotesque torso extended to all sides.

Evan also remembered that he’d seen many features of familiar magical creatures within it, but they were all distorted and surreal.

It felt as if someone had mixed and chopped the carcasses of hundreds of magical creatures, and then haphazardly assembled the pieces of meat together.

It could be said that this was definitely the worst creation in history, a terrifying nightmare monster that could give people nightmares with just one glance.

For example, the stretch closest to the upper middle was a body that looked like a basilisk. It wandered downwards with no end in sight. Vaguely visible behind it was something like the head of a desiccated fire dragon looming in the darkness.

The basilisk’s body was no longer covered with beautiful dark green scales, but instead had purple wrinkled muscle textures.

Every few feet, there were trembling, squirming tumors in blue or yellow, seemingly on the verge of bursting open at any moment, as if something was eager to break out from within…

This was definitely not a pleasant memory. As Caresius said, this evil god’s body represented despair and fear.

“It is made up of the corpses of countless creatures…”

Evan’s thoughts went further. He remembered being in the cave below the lair of Aragog, the king of the Acromantulas, where the eyeball monster was. He also saw a damaged mural depicting the terrifying Dark magic that turned mortals into evil gods.

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