Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“What the hell is this mud breed doing?” McNeil said with dismay, unbelievably looking at Ivan at the top of the mountain.

He saw Evan lifting his wand, a bunch of light beams coming out of the end of the wand and sparking brilliant fireworks in the sky.

Reason tells McNeil that this is just a simple beam of magic that even minor wizards can use, but what about the irritable magic in the air?!

And what about the red thunder that flashes from time to time at the top of the cliff?!

This is not a simple spell, the loud rumbling sound in his ear cannot be faked, he has only felt this powerful power on Voldemort.

McNeil took a step back and appeared in front of Evan the night of Voldemort's resurrection.

Although he had just expressed disdain in front of his own companions, the magic the teenager used that night, he thought he could not do it.

That night, he hid in the grass and saw the complete fierce spell and a powerful and positional black magic. He saw his companion, a powerful wizard, ruthlessly devoured by the fire columns coming out of the ground and disappeared without a trace...

By analogy, McNeil sucked in a breath of cold air and concluded that it was not magic he could understand.

What's the point of putting fireworks on the top of the mountain in front of so many giants unless Ivan is crazy?!

He must be preparing dark magic, preparing to destroy them and these giants.

McNeil gasped and didn't even have time to think about how ridiculous his thoughts were.

“Damn it, whatever this mud breed is doing, we have to stop him, get up there and get him, come on!” McNeil growled loudly, but his body retreated, carefully holding the wand in his hand.

He made up his mind to leave immediately with a phantom.

Since even the dumbest McNeil in the head thinks so, other Death Eaters are not fools, they don't understand what's going on, they're afraid of the increasingly powerful strange smell in the air, they don't understand what Ivan is doing, and naturally they don't rush up.

That's it, there's a strange view by the lake under the cliff.

In the eyes of the Death Eaters, Evan is releasing a powerful magic they don't understand. Everyone has their own little Abacus. None of them stop Evan up front. They expect someone else to go up there and pick up a cheap one behind them. The scene is so stiff.

But in fact, Ivan is really just turning into fireworks, that's all...

The power of the Cyclops takes time, and if a Death Eater rushes up at this time, his magic will surely fail.

But no one did so, the feeling of anxiety and repression grew stronger and stronger, the eaters screamed there, the courage just aroused because the giant's next move disappeared without a trace, they looked at Evan harshly, their faces fluttered and their faces became ugly.

This is absolutely the most disgraceful thing, and they were frightened, even afraid, by a 14-year-old little wizard.

If others were to know that this was the performance of the infamous Death Eaters, they would be surprised to not speak.

If Voldemort were here, he would certainly not hesitate to give each of these guys a killing spell.

“What a fool!” Ivan looked at the next few guys and retrieved the wand without continuing to fire.

Almost, the power of the One-Eyed Giant in the Energon has been unleashed and gathered in the magic rune in front of Evan.

The magic he was going to use was simple, not as complicated as the Death Eaters imagined.

Evan is ready to use his magic to stimulate the power of one of the Cyclops and make it more agitated.

Destroy this symbol at the last minute and give it strength.

He expects to do so as a result of uncontrolled forces storming off, exploding and blowing everything up as he envisioned.

As long as you master the scale, you can accomplish this even with the little wizard who is new to first grade.

Evan danced his wand and began instilling his magic in the magic rune in front of him.

As he moved, the look on the face of the gathered giant suddenly became frightened.

Incredibly, for the first time in almost a lifetime, they actually felt magical breath in the air.

From the most direct repression in the bloodstream, which was almost impossible for them to breathe, all giants crawled uncontrollably on the ground, begging for mercy in their mouths, as they had previously done in the caves of Cacus and Gorma.

The giants bowed to the power of their ancestors Cyclops and had no idea of resistance at all.

They didn't know anything about magic. They didn't know it was Cyclops' power. They thought it was Evan's magic.

They looked up at the sky fireworks and the red lightning that flashed from time to time, engraving the face of this human teenager deep in their minds, and the story of Ivan and his irresistible fears had since spread through the giant tribe.

But that's not enough. The giant creature is so easy to forget, Evan is going to give them the impression of a bone in their head.

Focusing on him, the power of the Cyclops is converging, compressing, and powerful magic flows through his fingertips...

A dark red circle of energy suddenly floated, followed by another.

Boomrong, Boomrong, Boomrong...

Outside the energy group, lightning columns flashed continuously, and huge loud noises continued to waver with rock walls.

Cyclops resurfaced in the valley, giants shaking chestnuts beneath the cliff, and deep in their souls, fearing repression and subjugation in their veins, at a moment when they were both submissive to Cyclops and to Evan's magic.

When Ivan's magic was finally finished, the spell lines in front of him instantly crumbled.

Evan's figure disappeared from place to place, and the next thing was beyond his control, and the giants were terrified to see a huge buzz of magic symbols appearing just above the cliff, red lightning coming down faster and faster, and uncontrolled power going wild.

Inside the dark streets of the mountains, a place invisible to the giants and the cannibals, the spell lines are shining.

Boom!!!

Powerful forces gathered and erupted violently, and countless cracks began to appear on the rock walls in a huge explosion.

A strong red flash of light, all eyes closed.

When they opened their eyes, they saw the hard rocks in the chestnuts and the rumbling became more intense.

The entire wall of rock in front of the dead and the giants, watched in horror, and the ground was ripped apart, a rugged crack, as if a bloody mouth was about to devour everything, and the rock kept falling, and the whole mountain was collapsing rapidly.

Heaven collapsed and earth split, the giants sweated and shouted, waving their hands in vain in the air, turning and fleeing.

They turn their heads from time to time and look terribly at what is happening not far away, and seem to realize that this is the power of magic!

At this moment, in the midst of a violent collapse, Ivan's face appeared in front of everyone...