Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 486 It's Over...

Hermione screamed at Krum again, "Let me go!"

Looking into the teary eyes of the girl, he could still see a spark of determination lurking within them.

Krum stopped and unconsciously let go of her hand.

He felt as if the softest part of his heart had been touched, and an unprecedented feeling filled his entire body.

In that moment, Hermione deeply moved him; he knew, at that precise instant, that she was the girl he had been searching for.

Krum snapped back to reality immediately, tightened the grip on Hermione's arm, and decided to take her away regardless.

He had witnessed the dark wizard's power, and staying here was completely suicidal.

But it was all in vain!

The moment he loosened his grip was all Hermione needed to run to Evan's side, crying with her hands clutching onto him.

She embraced him so tightly and cried so sorrowfully.

At this moment, Evan was using the power of the Philosopher's Stone to confront Caresius.

He felt exhausted and suffered the magical effects of the Philosopher's Stone.

Caresius was also nearing his limit, but he was quickly breaking through Evan's magic and would soon break free.

Although there was still great magic in the Philosopher's Stone, Evan's body's absorption rate had begun to gradually decline.

"Hermione, you must go..." Evan said with his last strength.

He tried to push Hermione away, but she didn't budge.

"No, Evan!" Hermione cried out, "I want to stay with you, even if it means death, I will not leave."

Her tone was filled with stubbornness and determination, unlike Hermione in times of peace.

Evan had no strength as he gazed at Hermione's tear-streaked face, but he felt an unprecedented joy in his heart.

He knew that Hermione would never leave anyway, so he did not say anything.

Evan raised his hand and gently wiped Hermione's tears away.

"Don't cry," he said softly, trying to smile.

Hermione sobbed and nodded vigorously.

In the air, Harry and Krum swiftly mounted their brooms.

"Evan, Hermione, get on!" Harry shouted.

He and Krum extended their arms simultaneously, ready to pick them up.

But almost at the same time, powerful magical tremors erupted from Caresius's bound magic.

Just as the essence of the pale wave of red magic focused on him, it rapidly expanded outward.

Countless particles of red and black magic spun rapidly around Caresius, gradually forming a tornado.

Under the strong impact, Harry and Krum were sent flying uncontrollably.

At the next second, Caresius let out a roar.

He vigorously waved his wand, and the swirling magic storm rose into the sky.

His appearance had changed, his pale face was completely drained of color, and his wizard robes were in a sorry state.

Caresius lacked the composure of the aristocrat he used to be; he seemed more bestial, displaying the full force of the most powerful vampire.

With a movement of the wand in his hand, the chain of blue fire tightly enveloping Caresius was quickly breaking.

Caresius freed himself from all restraints and overpowered Evan's magic.

With a strong oppressive force, his wine-colored eyes fell upon Evan.

"You have lost!" he said indifferently, seeing that Evan had no strength left to continue the fight.

Although Hermione, by Evan's side, aimed her wand at him, Caresius didn't even glance her way.

He looked up and gave Harry flying in the air a slight frown.

He couldn't tell if he could bring him down with Evan and Hermione in his path.

Indeed, he did not like what he was doing, nor did he like how he felt.

But this was, in fact, the simplest and most effective method at that moment, and Caresius had no time or strength to hesitate.

The bothersome Ministry of Magic Aurors were rushing up and would soon be there.

The recent battle, especially the last magic used, consumed too much of his magic, and Caresius could no longer challenge the Aurors.

Staying here was extremely unfavorable for him, and he secretly made up his mind.

Seeing Caresius looking at him and Harry, Evan knew what he was thinking.

Voldemort wanted to resurrect using Harry's blood. And this could be the key to defeating him.

However, all events had to be under Evan's control.

He wasn't ready to let Caresius take Harry.

In particular, it would be even more unforgivable to use himself and Hermione as a means to threaten Harry into surrendering.

Evan would never allow it. Hermione was under threat! This was the limit he set; the line that could not be crossed!

He had not lost yet. Today he was going to completely defeat this powerful vampire!

"Hermione, are you ready?" Evan asked softly, making a decision.

Looking at Evan, Hermione nodded firmly.

Although she didn't know what Evan was going to do, she had no choice but to believe in him. She believed in Evan as much as she believed in herself.

Evan smiled and tightly squeezed Hermione's hand, while his other hand held the Philosopher's Stone and his wand.

He gently struck the ground with his wand, and the next moment, the ground of the entire box began to crumble.

The ground broke, and even the rocks below started to crack, crumble, and fall rapidly.

The cracks spread instantaneously to the main building of the stadium, with the place where Evan had struck being the center.

As if made of eggshells, all the walls fell one by one and collapsed to the ground.

"You're insane!" Caresius looked at Evan incredulously and couldn't believe he had actually done it.

The surprise Evan gave him tonight was enough to perplex him.

At that moment, Caresius believed that Evan was the one mentioned in the prophecy of his clan.

He knew he had failed and lost against Evan; he couldn't capture Harry Potter today.

Caresius hesitated, reaching out to grab Evan and Hermione, to get them both out of there.

But countless stones falling created a gap between both sides, and Caresius didn't have a chance to do it.

He sighed as he watched Evan and Hermione disappear among the rubble.

In the next second, Caresius's black figure vanished from the spot and disappeared.

Boom, boom, boom, countless rocks collapsed, echoing!

Under the stadium, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were evacuating the crowd and quickly leaving.

Everyone looked pale and terrified, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. They were frightened, and it had never occurred to them that this would be the outcome, or that the battle between Evan and Caresius would be so fierce.

Submerged under these large fallen stones and ruins, Evan and Hermione could not survive.

Today was destined to be one of the most bitter days in the history of magic; a new emerging genius had fallen...