Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

What on earth is this Mudblood doing? said Macnair in amazement, looking at Evan on the top of the mountain in disbelief.

He saw Evan holding up his wand, beams of light emerging from its tip, and dazzling fireworks bursting into the sky.

Reason told Macnair that these were merely simple magic beams; even underage wizards could perform them. But what was causing the raging magical energy in the air?!

Besides, what about the red thunderbolts flashing from time to time at the top of the cliff?!

This was not a simple spell. The booming thunderous sounds echoing in his ears couldnt be faked. He had only felt such immense power from Lord Voldemort himself.

Macnair took a step back, recalling Evans actions on the night of Voldemorts resurrection.

Despite expressing disdain in front of his companions just moments ago, he believed that he couldnt accomplish the magic this young boy had used that night.

That night, he had hidden in the bushes and witnessed the complete fierce Fiendfyre and a powerful and formidable Dark magic. He had seen with his own eyes his companion, a powerful wizard, ruthlessly swallowed by the pillars of fire erupting from the ground, vanishing since then without a trace

By analogy, Macnair took a deep breath, finally concluding that this was not magic he could comprehend.

Unless Evan had gone mad, he couldnt simply put fireworks on the top of the mountain in front of so many giants. What was the point of doing so?!

He must be preparing for some Dark magic, to destroy them and these giants.

Macnair gasped, not even having time to think about how ridiculous his thoughts were.

Damn, whatever this Mudblood is doing, we must stop him, go up there and grab him, hurry up! Macnair growled loudly, but his body was backing away, cautiously gripping the wand in his hand.

He made up his mind to Disapparate immediately if there was any trouble.

Since even the dumbest Macnair thought so, the other Death Eaters were not idiots. They had not figured out what was going on and they were afraid of the increasingly powerful strange aura in the air. They did not understand what Evan was doing, and naturally would not rush up.

And so, a strange scene unfolded beside the lake at the bottom of the cliff.

In the eyes of the Death Eaters, Evan was unleashing a powerful magic they could not comprehend. Everyone had their own selfish calculations. None of them had come forward to stop Evan. They all expected others to go up and then face less danger behind them. The scene was so frozen.

But in fact, Evan was really just making fireworks, nothing more than that

It took time to harness the power of the Cyclops, and if a Death Eater were to rush in at this moment, Evans magic would surely fail.

But no one did so, and the sense of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger. The Death Eaters were yelling there. The courage they had just mustered disappeared without a trace because of what the giants did next. They looked at Evan viciously, with a wavering look and increasingly grim faces.

This was definitely the most humiliating situation. They were actually intimidated by a fourteen-year-old wizard, and they didnt even dare to get close.

If other people were to witness the performance of these notorious Death Eaters, they would surely be too astonished to utter a word.

If Voldemort were here, he would definitely cast Avada Kedavra on these guys without hesitation.

How foolish! Evan looked down at the group below and retracted his wand, no longer continuing with the fireworks.

It was almost done. The power of the Cyclops had been completely unleashed from the Energy Stone, converging into magical runes in front of Evan.

The magic he was about to use was simple, not as complicated as the Death Eaters imagined.

With the help of the magical runes in front of him, Evan was going to stimulate the power of the Cyclops with his own magic, and make it more violent, destroy these runes at the last moment and unleash their power.

He anticipated that the result would be an out-of-control force that would cause an explosion and blow up everything as he had envisioned.

If mastering the scale, such a thing could be done even by a first-year young wizard.

Evan waved his wand and began to instill his own magic into the magical runes in front of him.

As he moved, the gathered giants became extremely horrified. It was incredible. They actually felt magic in the air, maybe for the first time in their lives.

The most direct repression from the veins almost smothered them. All the giants prostrated uncontrollably on the ground one by one and begged for mercy incessantly, just like Karkus and Golgomath had done in the cave before.

The giants surrendered to the power of their ancestor, the Cyclops, without any thought of resistance.

Being completely ignorant of magic, they didnt know it was the power of the Cyclops and mistakenly believed it was Evans magic.

They raised their heads and looked up; watching the fireworks and the red thunderbolts that flashed from time to time, imprinting the appearance of this human teenager in the depths of their minds; and stories about Evan and their insurmountable fear would circulate among the giant tribes.

However this was not enough. Creatures like the giants were so forgetful and Evan wanted to leave a deep, memorable impression on them.

Centered on him, the power of the Cyclops was converging and condensing, and immense magical energy flowed through his fingertips

A dark red spherical energy cluster suddenly floated up, followed by another.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

On the outer edges of the energy clusters, there were non-stop beams of thunderbolts, and there was a continuous stream of enormous rumbling sounds, together with rock walls shaking.

The imposing presence of the Cyclops once again flooded the valley, the giants at the bottom of the cliff trembled and shuddered, and they felt fear in the depths of their souls. This was the suppression and submission ingrained in their bloodline. At this moment, they succumbed not only to the Cyclops but also to Evans magic.

When Evans magic was finally completed, the magical patterns in front of him shattered instantly.

Evans figure vanished from the spot, and what happened next was beyond his control. The giants watched in terror as massive and intricate magical runes appeared right above the cliff. Red thunderbolts flashed, and fell faster and faster. Out of control forces were rampaging.

Inside the dark and secret tunnel within the mountain, hidden from the view of both giants and Death Eaters, the magical patterns were shining.

BOOM!!!

Powerful forces gathered and burst out again. In the huge explosion, countless cracks began to appear on the rock wall.

There was a flash of dazzling red light and everyone closed their eyes.

When they opened their eyes, they saw the hard rocks trembling and the rumbling became more and more violent.

Under the terrified gaze of the Death Eaters and the giants, the entire rock wall and the ground were cracking in front of them, and a craggy crack was opened, as though a big mouth was going to swallow everything, and the rocks kept falling. The entire mountain was rapidly collapsing.

The sky was falling apart, the giants were sweating, shouting loudly, waving their hands in vain in the air, and turned to escape.

They glanced back from time to time, looking at what was happening not far away in horror. It seemed that they had realized the true power of magic for the first time!

At this very moment, in the violent collapse, Evans face appeared in front of everyones eyes

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