Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Ah, this abominable magic!” Ariane screamed. “These are my souls, my power!”

She lunged forward, but immediately retreated back, screaming.

It wasn’t just that she couldn’t break through, the cage actually badly burned her claws, and black smoke came out of them as soon as they touched it.

“You’re all going to DIE… you’re all going to DIE!” Ariane cursed, waving her claws vigorously and acting mad. “No! I want you to live forever, and I will TORTURE YOUR SOULS!”

“NOW, wizard, destroy that altar. This is our only chance.” Shukrya urged.

There was no need to remind him; Evan had already reached the devil’s altar, and he was now looking at the ancient and complex magical patterns on it.

The main body of the altar had the shape of an inverted pentagram, and was made out of kinds of wood and stone that Evan had never seen before. It had many ancient words engraved on it, the same words he had previously seen on the mirror.

Right in the center of the pentagram was a pupil-like red round hole.

The bright red, deep round hole extended inwards, like a human throat, into which the souls were previously being sucked.

There were many ripples inside the round hole, which kept expanding and contracting, giving Evan a feeling that it was a living thing.

He looked at it briefly, raised his wand, chanted a spell, and dark green light gathered on his wand.

The magic he gathered was getting stronger and stronger, and it soon reached the limit of what Evan could control.

He tipped his wand forward, the green light flashed, leaving a deep gully on the devil’s altar in front of him.

Ariane, trapped in the cage, let out another loud shriek and then fell to lay prone on the ground, seemingly suffering great harm.

But it was not fatal. Evan’s magic did not destroy the devil’s altar, and the mark he left on it was gradually being healed…

“That’s no good. Maybe now the power of the Philosopher’s Stone could be useful!” Evan frowned at the altar in front of him.

He wasn’t sure which magic to use. This was certainly not the right way to destroy this devil’s altar.

Just like a Horcrux, it would not be destroyed by ordinary spells. It could only be destroyed by special weapons causing damage to the protective magic on it to prevent it from repairing itself.

“Living, attack that round hole. The devil’s soul lives in it,” Suddenly, the wizard who had been lying on the ground spoke, his face sullen. “That devil will not let me go, I must destroy her… I must destroy her!”

“Her soul is hidden inside?!”

“Yes, believe me. I made this altar myself. I put her soul in it, and raised and nurtured this devil with virgins’ blood and souls,” yelled the wizard wildly, with hatred in his voice. “Use your blood… Pour your blood into it, so that the devil’s power inside is no longer pure, so that her soul could be destroyed.”

Evan looked at the ghost of the wizard, and then at the constantly shrinking hole in the center of the devil’s altar.

“Better not!” He said softly.

Even if he didn’t know much about the demonic Dark magic, he knew that it was not a good idea to inject his blood into a devil’s altar. That wizard absolutely did not mean well.

Even if this could really defeat the devil, this would not end well for Evan.

However, what the wizard just said made him realize that this round hole directly reached the devil’s soul, which was her weakness. With that being the case…

As fast as he could, he pushed his wand down into the hole and read a spell again.

A blue magical rune flashed at the tip of Evan’s wand. The next second, a large amount of strongly corrosive liquid poured out continuously. This was an enhanced version of the Corrosion Curse. These toxic liquids could destroy everything they encountered.

“NO… No… stop!” shouted Ariane, her voice piercing, but getting weaker and weaker.

Her body lying on the ground kept twitching, her muscles were convulsing, and her eyes were blank, as though something was about to burst out of her body. Her pale skin showed a red tint. She felt the heat spreading through her body, tearing it up bit by bit.

Ariane’s face was twisted. She stretched out her terrible claws upward and then she lowered them again.

Her demonic body rapidly changed as it shook, returning to its previous human form, and then getting more and more frail.

It was all over, she felt that her soul was withering, and this nightmare would eventually come to an end.

With the devil’s altar in front of Evan as the center, the whole space was shaking violently.

“It worked!” Evan murmured, controlling his wand to continue corroding the devil’s soul.

“NO… you destroyed my altar, you destroyed the devil!” The wizard’s soul was still screaming wildly, and the expression on his face was still distorted to the extreme. “What did you do? What did you inject into it? I told you to use blood…”

“Back off!” said Evan. He ignored the wizard’s screams, pulled out his wand and ran to Shukrya.

He heard a crackling sound, the sound of a broken mirror, in which the world was collapsing.

“Let’s get out of here, hurry up!” said Evan, looking firmly at Shukrya.

Her body had become almost completely transparent by now; her strength had dissipated, and she was about to completely fade away at any moment.

“You go… I’m not leaving, I’ll stay here, and with me, this evil that has lasted for more than five hundred years will end.” said Shukrya calmly, looking at the owl pendant on Evan’s left wrist. “Wizard, this holy item is a gift from me. My only hope is that someday you could go to my tribe and tell them that I am sorry. I failed to live up to their expectations. If there is an afterlife, I will strive to be the best witch doctor. Go, the pendant will lead you to find my tribe…”

“I will… I promise!” said Evan solemnly.

He touched the pendant on his hand, strange powers emerged, and his body became an owl in energy form again.

He flew up, hovering in midair, watching Shukrya walk past Ariane on the ground, and slowly approaching the wizard.

With a smile on her face, she gently took the wizard’s arm as though she were the happiest bride.

This was a wedding that was more than 500 years due. Although things had changed, this was still Shukrya’s biggest dream.

No matter what he became, no matter what he did, as long as she still loved him, that was enough.

Evan looked at them one last time, and then raised his head and flew higher, leaving the world created by the devil.

If there was an afterlife, he hoped that Shukrya would find the love she truly deserved and meet the worthy man who would love her back.

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