Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)

Chapter 487 Evan, The Monster

Rocks and steel were falling, and the crowd below was noisy as everyone fled in horror.

With the main building as the center, cracks spread across the main stadium building, along with panic.

The wizards were horrified to discover that this huge and magnificent building, which more than 500 Ministry of Magic wizards spent a whole year building, was quickly crumbling. As they fled, they were pursued by the sound of crumbling stones.

It was incredible, especially considering that every inch of this place was covered with various protective spells.

But, what did everyone see? A thirteen-year-old boy hit the building with his wand and it was over?!

The wizards felt they must have lost their minds witnessing such a thing, but the facts were clearly before them.

The magic contained in Evan's last spell was too dreadful. It was a force powerful enough to destroy the world.

Amid the panic, Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors raised their wands to stabilize the rest of the stadium.

However, no one dared to approach the crumbling main building.

If they were even slightly caught by the rapidly falling huge stones, they would be dead or injured!

Harry, Ron, Krum, Fred, George, and other Quidditch players were flying in the air around the rapidly collapsing building hoping to rescue Evan and Hermione, but they found no way to approach.

They shouted the names of Evan and Hermione, yearning for the slightest miracle in desperation.

In the stands, Sirius, who had just defeated the two vampires who stopped him, looked up and watched with dismay at the main building collapsing not far away.

There was a void in his head, and he never imagined this would happen.

Sirius stood still and looked on incredulously. The next moment, he hurried towards the main building as fast as he could.

He didn't care about being hit by falling debris or his own safety. He just wanted to save Evan and Hermione.

Sirius was afraid, remembering the dark night fourteen years ago.

That's how he hurried to James and Lily's cottage, and his mind was filled with unimaginable images.

He thought he would never feel that desperation again, and he never imagined it would resurface.

If he could, he would give his life as tribute, just to save the children's lives. 'He was a man who should have died a long time ago. He was not fit to live in this world,' he thought.

A persistent shadow covered the sky, and dense clouds darkened the moonlight.

After a brief period of panic and shock, sadness gradually became the main theme.

Tonight's Quidditch World Cup final was destined to go down in magical history as one of the greatest events ever seen, and Evan's name would be remembered forever.

No one would forget the just-happened duel, and no one would forget the powerful magic used by both sides.

This was beyond the capabilities of common wizards; it was a true duel of great wizards.

Evan earned the respect of over 100,000 wizards in a single battle, thanks to his exceptional performance.

It was unknown who had initiated it, and Evan's name was whispered.

Soon, everyone in the entire stadium began to say his name in a low voice.

"EVAN, HERMIONE!" Sirius shouted too, already beneath the main building.

In the midst of thick dust, his wand still shone red upwards, deflecting the falling stones.

His body was scratched and bruised by the debris, and he began to bleed.

Nevertheless, Sirius shouted loudly; he had not given up hope.

The clock was ticking, and Evan and Hermione had not yet fallen.

He had to find them both, even if they were just corpses...

But, besides the rubble, Sirius saw nothing.

Just as the light in his heart faded into despair, suddenly he saw a reddish-golden light flashing high in the air.

The group of reddish-golden light was like a star in the night sky; faint and silent, but exceptionally clear.

Almost immediately, Sirius recognized it as the glow of the Philosopher's Stone.

Due to the tension, his heart nearly ceased to beat, and his eyes opened incredibly wide, gazing at the brilliant golden light.

Evan and Hermione were there; they were not dead yet!

Under the protection of the Philosopher's Stone, Evan had conjured a resilient circular magical shield to protect himself and Hermione.

The scorching magic burned in his body. He clenched his teeth and held Hermione in his arms.

The two were close to each other, and Evan could feel her breath and warmth in his arms.

Never before had Evan been so close to Hermione, and under the heat of her body, Evan even felt they were about to merge together.

Hermione also tried her best to embrace Evan. She dared not open her eyes. Her small body trembled constantly...

There was only one thought in her heart. If this was death, then she would die with Evan.

However, it was not over yet, and Evan's story had not ended!

With all he had done, this was not the limit of Evan.

His battle with Voldemort and the malevolent gods had just begun, and a more exciting world awaited him.

He could not betray Hermione's trust in him; he vowed to protect her in his arms, whatever may come.

In the next second, with the support of unwavering confidence and perseverance, the powerful magic re-converged in Evan's body centered on the Philosopher's Stone.

Evan raised his wand high in his hand and uttered his final spell.

The faint light of the Philosopher's Stone became vivid and extremely dazzling in the blink of an eye.

The golden light turned white, like the noonday sun. It was so bright that one could not stare directly at it.

Everyone in the stadium noticed it and looked up in astonishment.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and all the debris of the collapsed main building remained still in the air.

Then, they quickly gathered upwards around the group of light.

In the stadium, everyone could feel the powerful, stunning magic.

A giant made of enormous amounts of steel and stones was rapidly forming, and Evan held Hermione in the hands of the giant.

Seeing this miraculous giant, all the wizards gasped.

They only had one thought on their minds. How was that possible? Was it still magic?

Seeing this giant formed by a combination of powerful magic and debris, everyone felt like they were going crazy.

This was truly Transformation, the simplest Transformation, but no wizard would dare to use it in this way.

No one was crazy enough to deform the main stadium building, which could accommodate 100,000 people.

This kind of feat might not even be possible for Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world. It could only be seen in old magic books in the library, describing the magic of ancient sorcerers.

"EVAN, what a genius wizard! This boy is a monster!"

Under the influence of magic, the collapsed building reformed and turned into a standing giant.

It shielded Evan with its enormous palm, and the fallen rubble of stones became part of its body.