Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“New Horcrux?!” Harry shook his head vigorously to get rid of this terrible thought.

Intense fear filled his body, surpassing even the scares he had experienced in the past year, even exceeding the return of Voldemort.

He tried to get out of bed but Ron pushed him back into it; Dean and Seamus were still whispering somewhere nearby.

Whether one minute passed or ten, Harry did not know; he simply sat there shaking, feeling the pain recede very slowly from his scar.

Finally, there were hurried footsteps coming up the stairs, and he heard the long-missed voice of Evan.

“Harry, what did you dream about?” said Evan eagerly. “Don’t rush, take your time.”

Since the last time Harry felt Voldemort’s anger, Evan estimated the time, probably very recently, and Harry would clearly see some vivid images. Perhaps Voldemort deliberately showed him these images to test the connection between him and Harry.

But it never happened. He thought that after he killed the giant snake, the matter would be over!

After all, Voldemort couldn’t come to the Ministry of Magic in person, he couldn’t let others see him, and he wouldn’t just find a snake to make a Horcrux.

Without a connection between their souls, Harry couldn’t see what the other was doing, and he even reminded Mr. Weasley to be careful when working the night shift.

However, Evan didn’t expect that this would happen today, on Christmas Eve. Was it Mr. Weasley again?

“It’s that vampire, Caresius!” said Harry, sitting up again. “He was injured by a monster and was controlled there. He was bleeding, the injury was very serious, and his life was slowly draining away. I saw it. Voldemort was also there, using some evil magic, and many people died.”

“Voldemort and Caresius?!” Evan was stunned for a moment. It was not Mr. Weasley and the Ministry of Magic. “Where?!”

“I don’t know … um … I saw the outline of a ship in the air, a very strange ship, with a scary dragon head statue at the bow, and a golden door with many reliefs,” said Harry, glad that Evan believed him. “That room seemed to be very deep underground, and by the moonlight, I saw that it was filled with corpses…”

Caresius … a strange ship … corpses and blood… What on earth was going on?

“How did you see all this?” Evan asked hurriedly.

“I was asleep, and then I was there, like in a dream…”

“No, I mean from what perspective did you see this? Was it Voldemort’s?”

“Not Voldemort’s. In the dream, I seemed to be a statue, probably the statue of the evil god,” Harry hesitated, moved closer to Evan, and added in a low voice, “I can’t tell why, but I feel like it’s a Horcrux. The images I saw were very similar to the methods you described for making a Horcrux.”

Evan was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected Harry to appear at that place from the perspective of the statue of the evil god, nor did he expect that Voldemort would actually turn the statue of the evil god into a Horcrux, so those corpses were used by him to split his soul. This was crazier than anyone could imagine, and the severity of the situation exceeded expectations.

Voldemort had gone mad. How could he use the statue of the evil god as his Horcrux?! And, from what Harry said, it seemed like he succeeded!

So what was that statue now, and what agreement did Voldemort and the evil god make?

As Evan delved into the matter, he dared not think further. Anything was possible, and he just felt a chill running down his spine.

“Harry … what you’re talking about might just be a dream…” Ron said hesitantly, not realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“No!” Harry said irritably, “This is definitely not a dream. I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid … and then this interrupted it. We have to do something, otherwise the vampire will die. Time is running out!”

“You mean to rescue him from You-Know-Who?” Ron seemed really frightened.

“Voldemort is very weak now. That magic consumed a lot of his power. He can’t even move. I can sense it. We still have a chance.”

“You’re right!” said Evan decisively. “Put on some clothes, Harry, quickly. We’re going to see Dumbledore.”

He was no longer able to make the decision on this matter, and he had to inform the headmaster as soon as possible. He didn’t know what had changed between Caresius and Voldemort, what foolish things that guy had done, risking even his own life now. But Evan knew he couldn’t let Caresius die like this.

They still didn’t know the secrets left by Slytherin, and what information did Voldemort know from him. In this confusing situation, this was very important information.

Harry pulled on his dressing gown as quickly as possible, and walked out of the dormitory with Evan, followed by Ron.

Although he was confused, not sure what had happened, he still chose to trust Evan and Harry and accompany them to find Dumbledore.

But in Ron’s opinion, the most appropriate place for Harry to go now was the Hospital Wing.

Dean and Seamus didn’t follow. They stayed where they were, looking at the three of them in confusion and panic.

“I asked Neville and Colin to notify Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore respectively!” said Evan. “I don’t know if they can find them. We’re going to the headmaster’s office now; we should run into them.”

They went down the spiral stairs into the common room, through the portrait hole, and off along the Fat Lady’s moonlit corridor.

There was no one in the corridor, the portraits on the walls were empty, and there was only oppressive silence.

Harry felt as though the panic inside him might spill over at any moment, and he followed Evan to run towards the headmaster’s office.

Harry couldn’t explain why, but he felt a sense of panic despite having no real connection with the vampire. Perhaps it was because he had wounded him and was about to consume him. He struggled not to succumb to the feeling of drawing strength from that pile of flesh, the terrifying sensation that he himself was becoming a monster.

The three of them passed Mrs. Norris, who turned her lamplike eyes upon them and hissed faintly.

No one paid attention to her, Evan kicked her aside, and Mrs. Norris slunk away into the shadows.

Before Filch or Umbridge found them, the three met Professor McGonagall in her tartan dressing gown and the panting Neville and Colin.

They met at the junction of Gryffindor Tower and the main castle building; and Professor McGonagall scrutinized the three who rushed over from the corridor.

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