Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Magic can destroy a tangible object, but what level of power would it take to destroy an entire planet?

As for black holes, it’s probably unimaginable how to attack them. Imagine, with current technology, allowing the use of any magic or even scientific weapons, how would you destroy a stable black hole?

It would likely only grow stronger the more you tried to destroy it. Every attack would become nourishment for its expansion.

This was roughly the relationship between evil gods and wizards.

Even if Herpo wasn’t a born evil god, but rather had transformed himself into a godlike being through Dark magic, within this space — within the Land of the Dead — he was invincible.

Evan had no idea how Salazar Slytherin had managed to defeat Herpo back then, let alone split him into three parts.

In his view, that was simply impossible.

By that fact alone, Slytherin deserved to be called a wizard of godlike power.

If Voldemort were to become such a terrifying monster, no one would be able to defeat him.

Unless the Four Founders rose from the dead, every wizard in the Wizarding world combined would be nothing more than cannon fodder.

This was magic that surpassed the Wizarding world by several entire tiers. It wasn’t even the same style anymore. Compared to an evil god, Wizarding magic — and Hogwarts’ magical education — were like children playing house.

He had to go back and stop Voldemort before he successfully transformed himself into an evil god.

Thinking this, Evan flew as high as he could. He only needed to watch Slytherin defeat the evil god from the sidelines; he absolutely couldn’t get involved in this battle. It was simply not a battle he could participate in.

If he had been able to activate the Time-Turner, Evan would have fled immediately.

A battle on this level was really not something one should spectate from the sidelines!

He shot upward rapidly, swinging his wand to blast apart the tentacles lunging toward him.

He had no idea what had become of Salazar Slytherin — there was no sign of him at all.

Below, the land seethed as countless tentacles writhed and proliferated endlessly. The entire world seemed to come alive. In the sky, the enormous “Eye of Death” radiated an ever more sinister crimson light, filling the air with growing unease.

It had noticed Evan and was staring at him intently. An invisible force was influencing him.

Under this influence, everything grew increasingly mad.

Countless souls wandered aimlessly. At some unknown point, many indescribable, malformed creatures composed of phantasmal silhouettes appeared before Evan’s eyes. They laughed madly, twisted and shrieked. Everywhere he looked, they were there — and they were becoming clearer and clearer.

Equally clear were the mad whispers of the evil god, echoing endlessly throughout this world.

“Poor lamb, this is the domain of the god of death, you will become my servant.”

“Running is futile. Come — open your arms and embrace death.”

“Come closer. Closer. Just a little closer.”

“That’s it, submit to me, and you shall find release.”

“All things in this world must decay. Only death is eternal.”

“Wither!”

“Kneel!”

“Submit!”

A feral roar tore from his throat!

Evan wanted to roar too. He was being affected — his mind filled with cruel, terrifying thoughts.

The surrounding magic became chaotic. He kept swinging his wand, unleashing powerful spells to blast apart the pursuing tentacles, but his resistance grew weaker, more futile.

In a daze, he felt himself falling.

When he regained clarity, he realized a tentacle had wrapped around him. It coiled upward from his ankle, tightening relentlessly. Then came a second, a third. Evan could barely breathe as the tentacles dragged him rapidly downwards.

Magic no longer worked.

As he struggled, The Book of Abraham slipped free.

It floated in the air, its pages flipping rapidly.

One by one, grotesque and terrifying monsters were imprinted upon its pages. The faint glow it emitted seemed to terrify the tentacles and the indescribable creatures. They roared in fury and retreated, scrambling to avoid The Book of Abraham.

This legendary magical artifact, left behind by an ancient prophet, possessed the power to seal away evil gods and their creations.

Legend had it that Abraham had once visited the world of the evil gods. Upon his return, he recorded his observations in this book, including the true forms of the evil gods and how to seal them away.

On several previous occasions, Evan had relied on it to defeat evil gods, but this time, Herpo’s power was simply too great. Even The Book of Abraham could not fully take effect. The monsters recoiled, yet under Herpo’s frenzied roar, they surged forward again like a tide. The tentacles did not loosen their grip. They wrapped tightly around Evan, dragging him into an endless abyss.

There, death was the only truth.

Everything would end, leaving only despair.

Despair consumed everything until the scene froze.

For a moment, Evan thought he was hallucinating.

His mind was in utter chaos, as if split into countless personalities. Images from his memories flashed incessantly, all of which were then consumed by a crimson light, and the meaningless voice continued to roar.

He was being driven mad; death might be the only release, the only way to escape these monsters.

But he quickly regained his senses. Everything before him truly stood still, as if time had stopped. A silvery-green magical glow shone from the spot where Slytherin had been swallowed, standing out starkly against the crimson backdrop.

A strange power erupted, clashing head-on with Herpo’s.

The next second, Salazar Slytherin appeared out of thin air beside Evan.

His expression was calm, holding the Twin-Serpent Staff in his hand. The eyes of the two serpents were open, their heads held high, constantly flicking their tongues, radiating a silvery-green glow that spread outwards like ripples on a lake.

Under the influence of Slytherin’s magic, the madness gradually subsided.

Death receded into the distance, and Evan finally understood that it wasn’t time that had stopped, but rather the boiling, writhing tentacles below that had come to a halt. They withered visibly, like plants without roots.

The space itself stopped shaking, and the indescribable monsters reverted once more into shadows.

Large swaths of the terrifying scene vanished, and the mountains, the ground, and the sky returned to their former state.

Only the enormous ruby, the “Eye of Death,” continued to glow. It hadn’t risen into the air; it remained fixed atop the Serpent Temple. Beside it leaned a nightmarish creature, clinging there like a living curse, staring unblinkingly at Evan and Slytherin. The madness and despair within that dreadful eye seeped through the ruby itself — everything he had witnessed just moments ago had been an illusion.

“You defeated him?” Evan asked, gasping for breath.