Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Evan sighed in relief as he felt the rapidly rising magic in his body.

He has never been as powerful as he is now, the magic left by Voldemort has not been triggered, and Professor Trelawny's prophecies have not been met.

He was not chosen by the magic left by Voldemort, all his fears...

Suddenly, a hint of black appeared in the golden lines that flashed from time to time on the magic stone.

When Ivan hadn't reacted yet, the black magic fluctuated more and more, and as the magic hallucinated into a hidden fog, he climbed up along his arm.

These blacks, like a python, grow themselves in the magic of eating Evan's body, and Evan feels unprecedented pain in the drill.

Under the pressure of black magic, his magic began to become restless, and Voldemort left this black magic far beyond his imagination.

He tried to control the magic to resist these black gases, but it didn't help.

Evan passed out and fell straight from the sky after the riot's magic shock.

After he fainted, the magic stone shone brilliantly, and the red flash grew brighter and brighter, causing all the remaining black gas to dissipate and follow Ivan's arm in victory and pursuit.

Three different pieces of magic wrapped around Evan's body and eventually calmed down, leaving only a black fine line, quietly wrapped around his right wrist.

It's like tying a thin black wire, but if you look closely, you'll see that it's a little snake in the cold, and it's circled, and its mouth opens and bites its own tail.

As for the remaining black gas forced out by the magic stone, it floated around Ivan for a while and then flew directly into the air, seemingly entering the stars.

The fog quickly began to deform, eventually turning into a black marker.

On the platform below, people didn't know what was happening, and all they saw was Evan suddenly fall off the top and Hermione screamed.

Sirius ran forward, Harry, and they rushed up.

“Look, that, that's what...” Ron said nervously, looking up at Ivan and finding the black pattern that had just appeared next to him.

Following closely, you also noticed this striking mark.

It's a huge skull, made up of countless green stars, and a python pops out of the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

Just as they watched, the higher the skeleton, the brighter the light in a luminous smoke, backed by a pitch-black night sky, like a new constellation.

“Damn, it's the Dark Mark!” Sirius shouted, turning back and roaring at Harry, Ron and Hermione, "Stay here! ”

He kept moving forward, waving the wand in his hand.

A red ray of light sprayed over the sky and spread like fireworks, even if it was late at night and there was such a loud noise, there was enough anomaly on the side of the castle.

Under Sirius magic, Ivan's body is falling slower and slower.

Seeing Ivan rescued, Harry, Ron and Hermione all relieved in a dark breath, and they looked up at the Dark Demon mark above them like the two horsemen beside them.

It has now risen high, illuminating the entire night sky like a horrible neon sign, spreading fear indiscriminately among the Horseman tribe.

“The war is about to begin and the horseman cannot escape...” The old voice of the horseman sounded slowly, as if he was trembling and the wrinkles on his face were getting deeper and deeper.

“What the hell is going on?” Harry said he was shocked to see Hermione's face pale, his face extremely frightened and his eyes constantly cried red.

“It's the Dark Devil's Mark, Harry!” Hermione groaned and couldn't help but cry, "Evan must have encountered something on it, which is the symbol of the mystery man! ”

“You mean Voldemort's...”

His words were not finished, and the black demon mark in the sky suddenly began to change.

The serpent in the skull's mouth suddenly burst out, as if attracted by some kind of attraction, like a meteor, and rushed straight towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

“Get out of the way!” Sirius shouted loudly, waving his right hand hard.

Harry, Ron, Hermione took refuge, but it was too late, and the black fog blew their robes through their bodies.

On the skin, the Dark Demon Marker is slowly shaping by countless folds...

In a black temple once filled with innumerable evil taboos, Dark Head's magic of the past marked the chosen, and he will return to gain power beyond the imagination of the world, and this time death will no longer be the end.

No one noticed that, and the panic was still spreading, everyone thought it was another black magic, but nothing happened.

The platform was chaotic, far from Ivan's delight when he had just passed the test to leave Gryffindor with his treasure keys, and everyone stared into his eyes.

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Hogwarts' spacious campus is surrounded by Ivan's bed.

Dumbledore lifted Ivan's right arm and looked closely at the snake-like ink-green stripe above, with Snape, Sirius and Professor McGonagall standing beside him.

“Severus, this is your area of expertise.” Dumbledore said calmly, turning his head to Snape with a gloomy face, "You think this is...”

“Undoubtedly, this is the curse that the man left behind!” Snape replied with a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, "a magic I had never seen before, powerful, very clever, Mr. Mason is not dead yet, far beyond my imagination. ”

Hearing his words, Hermione stood nervously waiting, swallowing, tears poured out again uncontrollably, and Harry patted her on the shoulder and whispered comfort.

“Don't be shrieking there!” Sirius lowered his voice and said, "I just checked that Ivan's vital signs are stable and there are no problems. ”

“Blake, is that what you think?!” Snape turned his head and looked at Sirius, with a malicious glimmer in his little eyes, "You think you know more, but you actually can't help it, running back to Hogwarts with Mr. Mason's dying body from the Horseman..."

“Severus!” Dumbledore cautioned.

Snape snorted coldly and didn't keep talking.

Sirius stared at him again for a while, then sat down angrily, looking at Ivan, who had not yet woken up in his bed, with his face full of self-reproach.

“I can't believe the Dark Devil Mark reappeared in Hogwarts.” Professor MacGruber slammed his neck tightly, pale as ever, "Luckily not many people saw it, otherwise what will the Daily Prophet say about it tomorrow morning! ”