Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 427 The Dream Of The Malevolent God

Evan had often thought he felt unwell, but that word took on a completely new dimension when he found himself trapped between the two most malevolent dark monsters.

He wanted to do something, even cast a simple spell.

But his arm was too heavy to lift.

He felt his magic, the Philosopher's Stone floating in front of his chest, and the light of the Philosopher's Stone on the nearby altar slowly merging.

Thanks to the presence of the red mist around him, he did not die at the hands of the malevolent god and Voldemort.

"If only I could obtain that half of the Philosopher's Stone..." Looking at the half of the Philosopher's Stone on the altar, the idea came to Evan's mind.

If he could merge the Philosopher's Stone, he could use its powerful magic to break the curse on his body and then eliminate the malevolent god and Voldemort in one fell swoop.

Thinking this, he struggled to raise his wand and aim at the Philosopher's Stone on the altar.

The action that was usually very easy to complete, at this moment, Evan felt it very difficult and time-consuming.

"Accio Philosopher's Stone!" he shouted, exhausting all his strength.

This was the Summoning Charm that could call objects.

For a few seconds, Evan looked hopefully at the Philosopher's Stone.

But it didn't budge. In the fierce confrontation between Voldemort and the malevolent god, all magical powers were lost, and magic did not work.

Under the torture of the curse, Evan's weak magic could not summon the Philosopher's Stone.

In front of him, two monsters fought for the Philosopher's Stone in his chest. Powerful forces clashed and exploded at his side, regardless of his life or death.

In the twisted vortex of magic, Evan's consciousness was fading more and more.

He could no longer use magic. His eyes clouded over, and his headache intensified.

Now, he could only hear the whispers of the malevolent god and the terrible roar of Voldemort.

Evan knew it was all over. This was the end...

He was on the verge of losing control, both physically and mentally.

Knowing who would emerge victorious, whether Voldemort or the malevolent god, had nothing to do with him.

In the confusion, Evan saw a figure that suddenly appeared in the Chamber of Secrets, in the midst of the battle between vampires and monsters, their long silver hair shining.

It was Dumbledore!

He had finally arrived, and Evan felt relieved and became slightly more lucid.

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with a tearing and icy light.

Evan had never seen him like this before, never had he seen so much anger in his eyes, they had never been so cold!

Dumbledore looked around and raised his wand high.

The white magical light centered on him quickly spread outward, like ripples in water, dissipating Voldemort's monstrous black flames and the cursed whispers of the malevolent god.

With Dumbledore's intervention, the malevolent god and Voldemort focused their scattered forces around Evan and the nearby altar, and fought with all their might.

The two monsters seemed determined to settle everything quickly.

In the turbulence of magic, Evan felt his soul leaving his body.