Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 428 Book Of Abraham, Part 3

In this peculiar space, the surrounding atmosphere felt extremely strange and malevolent.

Evan wanted to approach and stop it, but he was closely surrounded by the souls of fallen centaurs.

They blocked him in the center like thick walls, and his body was cold as ice.

The great ship moved slowly forward, and the huge body of the evil god became increasingly clear.

As seen in Gryffindor's illusion, his body was distorted and revolting.

It was like a cysticercus that had been amplified many times, or like a giant tree root with countless branches.

It rose slowly from the horizon, floating in the air, with its huge mouth open in the center, waiting for Evan.

The large mouth was covered in green mucus and filled with many black fangs.

On his bulging body, there were many mouths of different shapes, emphasized by the wrinkled skin surrounding them.

Above the head of the evil god, at both ends of the edge of the black flesh, two large disproportionate eyes gazed at Evan.

The dark red pupils rolled slowly within, following Evan's position.

His body was surrounded by countless tentacles squirming restlessly, with eyes or claws hanging from them.

It was too large and seemed on the verge of bursting, with several cracks opening and closing everywhere.

The pale green liquid spilled from within, soiling the surrounding environment.

"Young human wizard, surrender to the fear before you!" he said slowly, "Give me the Philosopher's Stone and then kneel on the ground and tremble. The great presence is coming, and begging is all you can do."

Upon hearing the call of the evil god, Evan instinctively wanted to cast the Patronus Charm.

This spell had a strong resistance to all negative emotions and protected him from the Legilimency of the evil god.

In the illusion, Evan had tried it and achieved good results.

When he put his right hand on his waist, he realized he had no wand.

He looked around confused, unsure of what to do.

This sudden and strange space, along with the absurd scene before him, was very peculiar.

In the Temple of the Centaurs, the evil god and Voldemort were fighting, clearly not yet in the real world.

Evan began to doubt the things he was seeing at that moment.

Could it be that he had entered another illusion, an illusion created by the evil god?

None of this was real. It had never happened, and there was no need to worry.

But Evan had an inexplicable feeling that if he were truly swallowed by the evil god before him, everything would be over.

No, he had to flee!

He pushed the Centaur in front of him aside, made his way to the edge of the great ship, and jumped.

The current was swift, and Evan did his best to move forward, hoping to stay away from the evil god.

He didn't know how to escape this space, but he remembered that Dumbledore had arrived before he did.

As long as he held onto that, there would be a way.

"Foolish human, like your ancestors, you are choosing to resist futilely," he said coldly, "It's ridiculous, we didn't destroy you immediately. That's already the most benevolent thing in the world."

"You do not know that from the moment the world was born, my companions and I were already there, feeding on others in the darkest corners of the world," he said in his cold voice, "We were still very weak at that time, but with the constant supply of evil, darkness, fear, greed, and all other negative forces in your hearts, we slowly became stronger."

The evil god continued to advance, and his tentacles could already touch Evan.

"Thousands of years ago, your ancestors discovered the space where we exist. As soon as they ventured there, they were shocked by the reality of what they saw with their own eyes," he said slowly, "That is the present of our world, and the future of your world. Remember, beneath the vast ocean, there are endless secrets..."

The next moment, the tentacles of the evil spirit directly coiled around Evan, no matter how much he struggled.

The evil god lifted Evan in front of him, seeming ready to devour him.

"Human wizard, do you wish to explore our world and the mysteries of fear as your ancestors did?" The voice of the evil god resonated deeply in Evan's mind. "You carry the Philosopher's Stone with you, meaning you are qualified to enter our world. But your fate has been sealed for a long time - not to go mad and become our follower like other creatures; instead, like your ancestors, to flee from the light into a new era of darkness and seek an illusory peace and security."

The tentacles of the malevolent god tightly wrapped around Evan, and beneath him was its enormous body, resembling a black mountain.

His cold, glassy eyes glared at Evan, and his large mouth opened slowly.

"Come; behold the truest fear in the world, and welcome your end!"

Without warning, its tentacles violently released Evan, and he plummeted vertically from above.

Watching the malevolent god drawing closer, his heart pounded furiously.

As the malevolent god had foretold, everything was coming to an end...

Evan had no idea what that world of evil deities was like, and he had no desire to visit it.

Indeed, if he were devoured by the malevolent god, he would perish!

He strained himself to the utmost but could not find a solution to the current predicament.

Everything unfolding was a true illusion crafted by the malevolent god. All here surpassed his comprehension.

No matter what magic book, none would chronicle such ludicrous and dreadful magic acts.

Just as Evan pondered this, a thick tome of magic suddenly emerged from him.

Its pages radiated with golden light, swiftly flipping before Evan as if blown by strong winds.

Evan stared in astonishment at the magic book. It was the Book of Abraham gifted by Nicolas Flamel!

The pages raced by at great speed and soon reached the first page of the third part.

There, all the book's pages remained coated in ink, preventing specific content from being discerned.

However, Evan noticed that the dense ink in the center seemed to dissolve, gradually lightening in color.

In the blink of an eye, a pattern appeared there, highly abstract.

Evan immediately recognized it. It was the image of this dreadful malevolent god before him.

"This is the Power of the seal..." The wicked spirit spoke in a repugnant tone, "Foolish human, no matter how mighty your magic, you cannot prevent my return to the world. One day, I shall return!"

His voice faded and soon vanished.

The things Evan beheld before him vanished as swiftly as ink melding into water, and the surrounding scene receded.

In an instant, he returned to the real world.