Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Boom!!!

“Giant” Ivan fell heavily from the air and fell into the desert, leaving a huge mark and lifting up the gloomy yellow sand.

“Hiss, it hurts.” Ivan's body is shrinking rapidly, quickly returning to its previous shape.

Probably because he was too long in the abyss, used to that darkness, and the bright sunshine in the desert made him very uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around. He was the only one nearby. The skinny cat was gone.

Ivan remembers that at the last minute, the cat rushed towards his chest with spell runes.

Then he starts to visualize...

“If it's gone, it's gone, as long as I'm out of some strange trouble. ”

Evan tried to raise his head and quickly noticed that he had been transferred back to where he had traveled from time to time, without any deviation. The outline of the Pell-Ramesis City ruins was on the distant horizon...

“Far away, the Ramesses II guy must have done it on purpose. ”

He was powerless now, just trying to sleep, and Ivan thought about it, pulling out his wand and shooting a fireworks at the sky.

Though the surroundings were close, he decided to just lie here and wait for help.

He stared at the desert sky and the slowly flowing white cloud, getting sleepy, so he went to sleep...

“Meow!”

I don't know how long it's been since Ivan suddenly heard the cat scream and something was pushing his face.

“Stop it, Crookshanks!” He opened his eyes and saw the skinny cat again.

Ivan immediately became sober and found himself back in the ruins of the sun, back in the room where the weapons were kept.

He was floating in the dark, and the ghost cat flew around him, making strange noises.

Below, huge reels spin rapidly, emitting appalling momentum and light that are almost invisible.

This is Titan's weapon, the most powerful force in the world.

Evan didn't have time to think about why he came back. He saw all the demons being sucked in, their souls crushed by the wheels, and in brutal crushing, the demons were crying painfully or saying things that didn't make sense.

This wheel, this weapon, has not stopped at all, nor has it slowed down, but has become faster and faster.

Every time a god falls, it replenishes it with some energy.

When all demon gods disappear, the speed, brightness, and power of the reels have reached their limit.

It produces suction, unprecedented strength.

Although it had no effect on Ivan, he could still feel it and feel it.

Above, the main building complex of the Sun Ruins sounds rumbling and the entire site collapses rapidly.

They are attracted by the powerful suction of the reels and devoured by this bottomless abyss.

And those terrible gravels, poured in like water, with no end in sight, seem to bury this abyss.

Ivan doesn't have the heart to look any further, he wants to get out of here, but he doesn't know where to go.

He turned his head and saw the cat that brought him back.

It's smiling, ugly faces with ugly smiles.

“Meow!” he shouted low again, rushing over to Ivan.

The next second, countless ruins and gravel flooded, burying Ivan tens of thousands of feet underground.

I can't see anything but darkness!

As such, Ivan was buried beneath thick gravel.

I don't know how long it's been. When he wakes up, he finds himself back home...

The scene in front of you is familiar and memorable, just like the summer vacation three years ago.

By the bed in his bedroom, in the noon sun, Hermione was sitting quietly with a book in her arms.

She looked focused and seemed to be seeing the key place, frowning slightly...

Evan looked at Hermione and felt unprecedented warmth in peace and warmth in his heart.

He did not disturb the voice, but seemed to notice that Hermione raised her head and a pair of golden brown eyes turned to him.

“Ivan...” she said softly, seemingly unresponsive.

“Hello, Hermione!” Ivan said with a slight smile.

“Oh my God, Evan, you're awake, you're finally awake, I was just thinking...”

She stood up violently, pounding on Ivan, falling into his arms and holding him tightly.

Feeling Hermione's aura, Ivan held her back and patted her in the head.

The temperature and heartbeat on the girl quickly brought his consciousness back to reality from that cold darkness.

Blood flows into Ivan's “frozen” heart with Hermione's temperature.

Although only for over a month, he went to feel like he hadn't seen Hermione in a long time.

He held her tight like this, and at that moment Ivan felt happy...

Maybe happiness is that simple, holding your girlfriend tight in bed when you need the most attention.

The only bad news is that it's not night, but noon, when the sun is at its fullest, there are a lot of things that can't be done.

For a long time, the two people were slowly separated, their intentions were not exhausted...

“How long have I been in a coma?” Ivan asked.

“If you count today, that's five days. Professor Dumbledore came to see it. He said that you have no problem. It's just that your magic and strength are exhausted and you're too tired to faint, but there's a strange magic in you that keeps you awake.” Your mother was worried sick, "she said," and Professor Dumbledore repeatedly promised that nothing would go wrong and that the magic would dissipate slowly. I'm also worried that if I want you to recover quickly, it's useless to keep looking at this book. ”

Hermione's voice was getting lower and lower, and Ivan noticed that this was a book on curing the spell coma.

Without a doubt, she read the book for herself.

Seeing Ivan wanting to hug himself again, Hermione thought about what had just happened and pushed him away in haste and blush.

“Before you left for Egypt, you clearly promised me that you would not do anything dangerous.” Seriously, “she said," do you have any idea how nervous and worried I was when Lavier's letter about your disappearance arrived? ”

“It was an accident!” Evan said, suddenly a little afraid to look at Hermione.

He did make such promises before he left, but did not expect to see Ramesses II back in time.

Nor did I expect that the mighty Pharaoh would ask for his help.

“Accidentally, you say that every time!” Hermione said, raising his voice, "Because Voldemort, the whole magic world is messed up now, and news of the dead is published in the newspapers every day. Over the past two months, I have been reading these newspapers every day without fail, afraid that your name will appear on them...”