Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Darkness gathered from all sides, compressing the light at the end of the wands into two tiny spots of light.

Weird magic flickered, and Evan heard something crawling on the ground and making unpleasant frictions.

The sound of rustling, some kind of monster was crawling near in the dark, getting closer and closer to them …

“Sirius!” Evan called out, but there was no response.

In this endless darkness, the sound seemed to have lost its effect.

The erupting volcano and the stars in the sky outside the lighthouse had also lost their luster, and the sense of uneasiness and pressure was getting stronger and stronger.

Evan tried to grab Sirius’s arm, but he touched nothing. Sirius had disappeared!

His eyes were blurred. It was foggy around, and he was surrounded by a damp black mist with a fishy smell.

In this darkness, he heard a voice talking to him, not Sirius’s, but a deep man’s voice, hoarse and shrill, which told Evan that he was watching him, and…

Evan focused his attention to understand what it was saying, but there were more and more voices around him, more and more annoying.

They were all shouting Evan’s name. Some emotions in his body seemed to be sucked away by them, leaving only an endless blank and lonely soul in Evan’s body, wandering in this lonely dark lighthouse, waiting for the end.

The memories of the past flashed through Evan’s mind like a slide, from far to near. The things of childhood and the little things when he first went to school at Hogwarts were clearly appearing, and then at the Yule ball not long ago, he danced with the dressed-up Hermione, and then they went on a date in the dark garden…

Without exception, these memories were all black and white, just like yellowing old photos, to make one have a touch of sadness.

In the dark fog, Evan saw a pair of eyes suddenly open, and then another pair, more and more…

They were like some kind of monster with many eyes, all looking at Evan, and saying crazy words.

Evan was familiar with this feeling. He had experienced similar things in the Centaurs’ temple a year ago.

They were terrible creations of the evil god, and they were in this room.

Evan knew what to do. He raised his wand high and shouted, “Expecto Patronum!“

The silver-white Patronus burst out from the end of the wand, bringing light to this dark place.

It whirled quickly around the room. Evan looked at his Patronus and felt as though something had changed, not just the appearance of the kitten before, but his attention was quickly diverted and something more amazing appeared in front of him.

The light at the end of his wand came back on, and Evan saw that there was no dark fog around.

Sirius was also standing beside him, confused, with something like a black tentacle on his shoulder. Along the tentacle, there was a shadow lying behind Sirius.

No, it was a monster!

This monster had no substance, and its body was a translucent shadow.

It was a bit like some kind of indescribable slimy monster, with a large bloody basin mouth in front, and two thick tentacles under the mouth.

It was lying on Sirius’s back, and a silvery white light that seemed to be a memory was sucked out of him.

Around them, more of these monsters were approaching. They were the eyes that Evan had seen in the darkness.

The silver-white Patronus came, and the white magical barrier spread out.

The monsters’ movements became noticeably sluggish, and they slowly backed away, staring at Evan in disgust. They wanted to retreat into the shadow of the lighthouse and hide again.

But under the power of the Patronus, all of them were quickly destroyed, and the shadows disappeared in the air…

The unpleasant sensation in the air, as well as the thick fishy smell disappeared.

“What happened just now?” said Sirius, breathing harder than the cold sea breeze, the expression on his face gradually recovered. “Just now, I seemed to have been back in the dark days of Azkaban. I saw a lot of terrible things …”

“It’s some kind of creation of the evil god, which looks like a shadow monster. It’s something I haven’t seen before, but like Dementors, they can evoke unpleasant memories and suck something out of the body.” Evan described what he had seen. The ancient god and the new evil god that Raven’s Claw believed in gradually coincided.

No wonder those Muggles who came in to repair the circuit were going mad in the end. It was these monsters who played tricks behind their backs and sucked their reason away.

“That’s crazy!” Sirius mumbled. “Bad memories, bad feelings!”

Because of his past experience, he was vulnerable to Dark monsters like Dementors.

Evan asked Sirius to recover in place, and he went to the electric box in the corner and tried to push the switch.

The next second, the lights were lit, and the extinguished lighthouse resumed its light.

In the bright light, Evan finally saw the whole picture of the room at the top of the lighthouse.

It was full of all kinds of miscellaneous things, most of which were used by Muggles.

Next to the door leading to the outside, there was a table with a large chart marked with a pen.

Sirius had recovered. He noticed the huge chart and walked over to look at it.

“Evan, come and have a look!” He said, with his index finger swiping on the chart. “This is the Strait of Messina, but it seems different from what we’ve seen. I’m not sure there are so many monsters living in this sea area. “

Evan walked up to Sirius and the yellowed chart in front of them was obviously very old. The above were all symbols he couldn’t understand, indicating latitude and longitude, wind direction, ocean current changes, seawater depth, etc., to the point that every reef was recorded in detail.

But as Sirius said, the most amazing thing about the chart was that there were all kinds of monsters. The sirens alone were divided into three kinds. They lived on the islands and reefs near the Strait of Messina. Scylla that Evan knew from the terrifying dogs’ heads on her waist was just one of them.

At the top left of the map, near the Italian Peninsula, was a huge whirlpool, the Whirlpool of Charybdis.

A row of small characters was written next to the large whirlpool with a red pen, describing the ruins below.

The Dark wizards of Raven’s Claw seemed to think that the ruins there were very important, hiding some vital clues. And Rowena Ravenclaw had been there before and left the gift of the goddess of war to the Ravenclaw family there forever.

As for what exactly was in the ruins, they didn’t know, because like the wizards of the Ministry of Magic, they simply couldn’t get in.

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