Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 1119: Guided Magic

Whether it was Herpo the Foul or Salazar Slytherin, they were both wizards beyond the ordinary sense.

Herpo the Foul had used ultimate dark magic to turn himself into an evil god, achieve immortality and become a legendary existence.

Slytherin was only human, to be sure.

But if he could defeat and decompose the monster that Herpo the Foul turned into, how close could he himself be to immortality?

In the eyes of most wizards, both of them were monsters…

They had superhuman intelligence, magic and power beyond the imagination of the world, and everyone could only look up to them.

Even powerful wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort were nothing compared to these ancient spellcasters.

No, it was not just looking up to.

It could only be looking up when you could still see; when the other was far ahead of you, then you could only look up in awe and sigh!

Now, this was what Dumbledore, Riddle, Evan, Hermione, Caresius, and Elaine were doing, feeling the magic left by Slytherin and Herpo the Foul’s transformation into an evil god, sighing in extreme shock…

“Mortals can never defeat immortal beings,” Riddle said.

“Maybe, only immortals can fight against immortals. The power controlled by mortals is limited after all,” Dumbledore replied softly. “Alright, Tom, after breaking the seal, the evil god will come immediately. How prepared are you here?”

“Everything is ready; we just need the locket to activate,” said Riddle, turning to look at Evan. “Of course, we still lack someone to guide this magic. Professor, are you going to let him try or do it yourself?”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“I trust Evan,” said Dumbledore simply. “Let him do it!”

“You want me to guide this magic?” Evan originally thought that Dumbledore or Riddle would do it.

Although he had activated the magic left by Slytherin before, it was passive after all.

At that time, he had almost been swallowed by that terrifying eyeball monster, but by chance, he triggered the magic and defeated the opponent.

In fact, Evan had no experience at all and didn’t know what to do.

This magic was obviously not as simple as Riddle said, just placing the locket on the groove.

“You are lucky!” Riddle said in an envious tone. “Originally, I was the most suitable person to guide this magic, but unfortunately I have no physical form. If I had discovered this magic fifty years ago, I would have become unimaginably powerful.”

“What does that mean?”

“What does that mean?!” Riddle repeated. “Just as I thought, you know nothing.”

“You can choose not to say it,” said Evan bluntly.

Perhaps because he realized that there was no way to deceive and mislead Evan, Riddle’s attitude towards him had always been lukewarm.

Of course, this might also be related to the fact that Evan had almost destroyed him at the time.

No matter how much magic knowledge fifteen-year-old Riddle had or what conspiracies he might devise, his true essence was just that ring.

If necessary, Evan could destroy him at any time by using the Fiendfyre Curse.

“Alright, alright, since you want to know, then I’ll tell you!” Riddle narrowed his eyes and said in a smooth tone, “This is a test left by my ancestor, and also a gift. It involves magic and energy conversion…”

“Magic conversion?” Evan had seen this term in many ancient texts.

This was a quite old magic theory that was needed in some large-scale magic. Nowadays, few wizards studied magic conversion.

“You should have discovered that the monster inside has super strong regeneration ability. No matter what kind of damage is caused to him, it will have no effect. Therefore, to destroy him requires pure energy crushing, not what kind of magic,” said Riddle, looking at the statue of Slytherin. “This statue serves that purpose. The magic left by Slytherin makes it an energy collector, which gathers the surrounding magic, collects it, and stores it, to be released when needed.

“Only by releasing the huge magic power that has been accumulated for a thousand years can we defeat that monster,” Riddle continued. “Slytherin’s locket is the hub and core of the entire magic. It is a vital converter that converts energy into the purest magic power. After defeating the monster inside, the remaining magic power will…”

“…enter my body and help me enhance my power,” Evan finished for him.

“You are not as ignorant as I thought,” said Riddle. “Yes, indeed, it will help you improve your strength. You should understand now how rare this opportunity is. The magic power accumulated for a thousand years can only be used once.”

Evan was very familiar with this process. He was able to have the current strength mainly because of the magic power infused by this locket.

In the underground ruins of the Acromantula, the same magic, that had been accumulated for a thousand years as if it were real…

He used this magic power to defeat the eyeball monster, and at the same time improved his own strength, possessing magic power far beyond that of an adult wizard.

“Evan, you asked me before why this is,” Dumbledore followed, “I had no idea at the time. After getting the information left by Slytherin, I was able to confirm that the locket had this effect.”

“But…”

“Well, I know you have a lot of questions, but we’d better hurry,” said Dumbledore. “Solving him here is the least harmful option. If we let him break the seal, we will need to be prepared to deal with other wizards.”

Evan wanted to say something more. If the strength could really be enhanced, it should be Dumbledore who would do it. Not because he was so selfless, but if Dumbledore’s strength further increased, they could defeat Voldemort and solve all the troubles in one fell swoop.

At that time, there would be no need to worry about the risk of the evil statue and Voldemort turning into an evil god.

“Professor…”

“The enhancement in magic power wouldn’t be of much help to me, and it doesn’t mean much,” said Dumbledore gently, seeming to see what Evan was thinking. “And this is not just an improvement in magic power, It is also a difficult test. The magic here requires strong willpower. I believe you can do it.”

“Excessive modesty is hypocrisy, boy!” said Riddle, taking the locket from Evan. “Apart from Dumbledore, you are the only person here who can guide this magic to completion. If I were you, I would not refuse.”

He placed the locket into the groove of the altar in front of the statue, dark gold and green magic lines flashed out.

It was like a key unlocking the power stored in the statue for a thousand years.

The next second, countless silvery plankton-like substances poured out from the altar. This was substantial magic power.

They converged, forming a ribbon of light that dispersed throughout the circular hall.

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