Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the silvery white spiritual space, the seventeen-year-old Gryffindor-like teenager opposite Evan suddenly started shining.

Like a ghost, his body gradually became more translucent, lighter and lighter…

Evan knew that it was because the thoughts left behind by Gryffindor were dissipating. Within a few minutes, he would completely disappear and become pure energy attached to the scabbard.

“Not long ago, the Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw were back, and they were performing evil magical rituals below,” said the teenager.

He didn’t seem to notice how he was changing, or perhaps he did and didn’t care.

“Do they think they could revive the Cyclops?” asked Evan.

“No, the Cyclops below is dead and can never be resurrected. The Dark wizards know this. They are back, looking for the huge power left by the Cyclops, and they want to extract this power!”

“Extract the power of the Cyclops?” Evan said in surprise.

“Yes, you have also felt it before. It is a very pure and very powerful force that could only do destruction. They are going to use this power for their own purposes. I heard that they are going to summon something that shouldn’t exist in the world,” said the teenager, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappearing, and he looked at Evan seriously. “We have to stop them. It is my duty as the seal of the Cyclops. It is also your responsibility, heir of Gryffindor!”

“What should I do?” Evan looked at the young man who was by now almost transparent.

“Go to the depths of the rock core to stop their magical rituals. You can’t let them take away the magic that has been extracted. As for the remaining power of the Cyclops, you have to insert the scabbard into his eye again…” Like his fading figure, the young man’s voice was getting weaker and weaker, as though coming from a far distance.

Evan nodded hesitantly. It was easy for the young man to say it, but it was not that simple to stop thirteen heavily armed Dark wizards.

It might not be possible to do it without the help of the Philosopher’s Stone. But the Dark wizards were not stupid giants, and they would not let Evan draw magical runes leisurely.

“Don’t worry too much, heir of Gryffindor!” The young man seemed to see Evan’s doubts, and he smiled again. “Use the power on the scabbard, it will help you. I believe you will succeed!”

Before Evan could continue to ask questions, the spiritual space disappeared and he returned to the real world.

He and Sirius were standing on the edge of the cave. The space in front of them was still shaking, and the cave was full of smoke and dust.

After pulling the scabbard out, the statue of the Cyclops, nearly a hundred feet tall, completely collapsed.

The conversation between Evan and Gryffindor seemed to have lasted for a long time, but only a few seconds had passed in the real world.

The scabbard in his hand still exuded strong power, but the thoughts of Gryffindor were gone.

Now, this was pure energy, slowly flowing into Evan’s body.

This was the pure destructive power of the cyclops. Within Evan’s body, it didn’t seem to blend with his own magic, nor did it fight it.

It just revolved in Evan’s body taking its own path, just to finally return to the scabbard again…

Evan thought of what Gryffindor had meant to tell him. He waved his wand in an attempt to use this special magic.

He didn’t read a spell, but simply cast out the magic that the scabbard had poured into his body, emitting a red magical light.

The light fell on a boulder in the distance, accompanied by a terrible loud crackling sound. It looked like lightning, and sounded like thunder!

The stone shattered in response to the sound. This attack was amazingly powerful, comparable to high-level attack magic, but it was cast much faster.

Evan looked at the scabbard in amazement. He did not expect that it would be a thunderbolt. (T/N: In Greek mythology, the thunderbolt is a weapon given to Zeus by the Cyclopes.)

Just holding this scabbard was equivalent to grasping the strong power of thunder subdued by the Cyclops. In theory, even a weak young wizard could easily cast extremely powerful and harmful magic with this.

Evan was not sure whether this scabbard could only be used by him or anyone could use it, but this was already amazing enough!

Beside him, Sirius was also taken aback by the magic Evan had just cast.

“Evan, what was that lightning just now?” He said in surprise. “I’ve never seen this magic before.”

No wonder Sirius was surprised. With all the usual types of Magic that wizards would usually use, none of them produced lightning.

It was supposedly a power exclusive to nature, one that could not be summoned through the magical power of a wizard. However, just like muggles managed to use this power through tools and technology, some magical items allowed for the use of this power as well. These magical items were usually legendary magical props and were very, very rare.

“It’s the scabbard…” Evan simply told Sirius the information he had just received in the spiritual space.

The latter looked incredulously at Evan and the scabbard in his hand. Then he took the scabbard and gave it a try, just to find that he as well could use it as a thunderbolt!

After Gryffindor’s thought disappeared, anyone could use the energy in the scabbard.

For a thousand years, this scabbard kept constantly absorbing the original strength of the Cyclops from the depths of the earth’s core to maintain the seal.

In the end, the scabbard itself had become a powerful magical item, and its value was not less than that of Gryffindor’s sword.

Sirius examined the scabbard for a while before returning it to Evan.

They discussed the ongoing Dark magical ritual of the Raven’s Claw and the mission left behind by Gryffindor’s thoughts, and they both agreed: the best course of action was to take these dark wizards by surprise and foil their plans as soon as possible.

While there was a great discrepancy in numbers between both sides, Evan and Sirius had a great chance of success if they used the power of this scabbard well, just like the teenage Gryffindor said.

They only needed to insert it into the Cyclops’s eye to foil the ritual and solve this problem. At that time, they would directly Apparate to leave, or adopt different strategies depending on the situation.

The most dangerous thing was the process of barging in. How could they avoid catching the attention of those Dark wizards?

Ten minutes later, the huge sound of rumbling inside the cave completely disappeared, and the two went back in.

The original position of the statue was replaced by a pit, its bottom not visible in the darkness below.

“Please tell me we have to jump from here to reach the Cyclops!” Sirius asked, looking at the bottomless crater.

“No, there’s a passage from which the Cyclops used to pass,” said Evan, looking around the cave carefully.

If he knew the specific location of the Cyclops, it would become more convenient to use a Portkey or Apparition. That’s how the Dark Wizards of Raven’s Claw got in. This passage was last used hundreds of years ago, when the first Dark wizard to be contacted by the Cyclops had used it.

But Evan didn’t know this location, so they needed to find a way there. He and Sirius carefully searched inside the huge cave, and then found a stone gate on the innermost side.

It was an old-fashioned gate, so magnificent in size that even giants wouldn’t reach the handle.

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