Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In mythological legends, Cyclops are horrible creatures comparable to gods.

It has the power to control the magic of thunder and lightning, but the scariest thing is that eye...

Cyclops of different Cyclops have different powers, curses, insights, replicating magic, predicting danger, even using illusions, and so on.

Cyclops are their symbols, synonymous with fear, and represent the dark years that were governed by Cyclops thousands of years ago.

If this Cyclops wakes up, the whole world will be chestnuts at its feet.

Ivan's consciousness drifted above the red magma, quietly staring down at the giant monster.

Is this the Cyclops who fought Gryffindor?!

It's really powerful, the senses of the naked eye alone can no longer be depicted...

It can only be said that the idea of rebellion cannot be raised.

So-called giants like Kakus and Gorma are nothing but dwarves in front of him.

Just like the common man and the strongest giant contrast, it's fragile, tiny, and invincible...

As for humans, in the Cyclops' eyes, they were just bigger ants, accidentally trampled to death.

Ivan remembers Ravenclaw saying in her memory that even ancient magicians dared not mess with Cyclops at will.

His eyes removed from the terrible Cyclops and no longer looked at the boiling magma below.

Immediately afterwards, Ivan noticed thirteen raised semi-circular stone platforms at the edge of the core, standing on top of them strange wizards in black robes.

Their heads were all covered in the shadow of the hood, unable to see their specific faces, waving their wands and spells quickly.

Demonic energy dissipates from the wizard, and complex magic lines gradually appear.

Behind them lies a black oval stone, surrounded by intricate dark green magic lines.

The hexagonal pattern is interwoven with the magic pattern of Xuan Ao, and the deep ancient font slowly solidifies.

It's slow, but it's really moving.

They converge little by little towards the center of the magma, like vines crawling up walls.

Magic continues, the raging agitation of the magma below, an unpredictable mysterious force is breeding.

This ongoing ritual, and the magic that the dark wizards read, gives Ivan a disturbing hunch.

Cyclops in the magma are not dead, they are simply plunged into the power of slumber recovery, and these dark wizards are trying to wake it up.

Do these guys even know what they're doing? It's the craziest move ever to summon evil gods.

Ivan wanted to stop them in the past, but now he's just a consciousness that can't be stopped.

It's hard to tell if what's happening here is real, he's calming down, and the images he sees may just be a dream, a dream that's ridiculous to the extreme.

What good are these black wizards when they wake Cyclops?!

The next monster wakes up, and the first sacrifice is the Black Wizard standing on these platforms.

But this dream is too real, and the world will never lack this irrational lunatic.

Ivan looked at it like that for not knowing how long, and then he noticed a translucent teenager smiling at himself beside him.

He blinked and realized that this was Gryffindor, a teenager, about seventeen.

Gryffindor's mouth was always smiling and his face was slightly green.

He doesn't have that scar on his eyes yet, his eyes swinging with short, fiery red hair, looking young and handsome, and his body filled with countless vitality.

He didn't speak, just waved at Evan, and the silver-white sheath appeared in his hand.

He is now not a memory or soul fragment, but an idea that remains above the sheath and does not recognize Ivan.

Gryffindor passed the sheath to Evan, who had just picked it up, and a piece of information came to mind.

From this message, Ivan knew where things were going.

Inspired by the power of the Magic Stone, Gryffindor noticed Ivan by the idea of staying on the sheath.

It presents the Cyclops' momentum and the image in front of Evan, hoping that Evan will stop the evil ritual that is taking place.

It does not know the exact purpose of the ceremony, but it must not be allowed to continue, which would be the worst result.

Gryffindor in front of Evan was not himself, but an idea that emerged in the midst of a powerful force, simulated as a former master, who noticed the power of the magic stone used by Evan, whose magic and sword sheath were homogeneous.

It thinks Ivan is Gryffindor's heir and hopes he can stop it all...

It's incredible that Ivan can't even communicate with each other in this idea.

After passing all the information to Ivan, the silver-white sheath became a glimmer of light, slowly disappearing...

To find out more, you have to get the real sheath so you can communicate with Griffindor, know what the ongoing black magic is, and why those black wizards are trying to wake up the Cyclops deep in the nucleus.

The red and hot temperatures gradually dissipated, turning dark and dark, and Ivan floated quietly there.

Exhaustion came back, this time, he really fell asleep!

Ivan heard someone shouting his name in his sleep, like Sirius.

Sirius told him that because of the strength he had shown, they had formed an alliance with the Giants. As a basis for the alliance, Kakus and Gorma made a request to marry their daughter to Ivan at the same time, two delicate and lovely female giants...

Combined with powerful wizards, it is the tradition of giants.

Ivan disagrees, he doesn't need a Giant.

But nobody listened to him, and everyone had an exaggerated and weird smile on their faces.

He struggled and couldn't help himself.

So Ivan was stripped naked by the giants and roughly thrown into a rock bed, the one used by Kakus and his wife.

Ivan struggled, but couldn't make a sound, watching two young female giants approach him.

They are the daughters of Kakus and Gorma, one about the same age as Ivan, and the other about five years older.

From Ivan's point of view, these two giants are so big, they grow up so well.

The older one, two Ivans taller; slightly younger, half a body older than him.

They climbed to bed, and Ivan gasped and saw the two female giants merge in front of her and become horrible Cyclops.

As the weight grew heavier and the pressure grew, Ivan was instantly ruthlessly pressed into a meatloaf.

He struggled and opened his eyes violently until he regained sight of the light and woke up.

At this moment, he is lying in a bed, as if in a cave.

Ivan gasps and feels the scenes and dreams of his surroundings coincide...