Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Harry's intelligence is indeed valuable, and it looks like Voldemort is determined to use that magic to transform himself into an evil god!

Once he succeeds, he is no longer a human wizard and naturally no longer needs a wand as a weapon. The body of the monster is itself a weapon, not the body of the demonic god broken down by Salazar Slytherin, nor is it projected by the demonic god whose body is sealed, but a complete demon, a powerful monster incarnated by Voldemort.

If Voldemort's magic cannot be stopped, then this will be the enemy Ivan needs to face.

As for the secret of the old wand, Ivan was not so worried. The wand was mighty, but its owner was not Voldemort.

Only the true owner can use this most powerful wand.

Voldemort had no idea that he was unable to exert the power of the old wand and would be forced to use it or even reversed.

“We have to do something.” Harry concluded, "Voldemort must be stopped. ”

“From what we have seen tonight, we have not been able to fight him head-on.” Ivan said, "We're going to follow the plan. ”

“When does it start? Can't wait any longer, I think first...”

“First, you have to disconnect him, Harry!” Hermione stubbornly said, staring at him, “Otherwise you can't go anywhere, stay here and be protected by the Phoenix Society, we don't want you to just leave the house because that scar was sensed by Voldemort. ”

“I'll try to close my brain, Hermione, and there won't be another time!” Harry didn't look at Hermione.

At this point, Gabriel suddenly jumped out of bed and screamed, pointing out the window, "Look, my sister's back! ”

In the direction of her fingers, you see a nightingale appear in the sky and land in the courtyard.

Bill and Furong slipped off their backs at night and the wind blew their hair, but they were not injured.

Finally, all those involved in tonight's operation are back, all relieved.

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In the darkness, Ron stands alone, inches difficult.

“Harry! Crazy-eyed man! Sirius! Evan!” Ron shouted loudly, not getting a response for a long time, and he cursed.

He doesn't know where he is or why he's here.

He clearly remembers his involvement in the Harry transfer, highlighting the Death Eaters' siege with Moody's.

But before he could be happy, Voldemort appeared behind him, getting closer and closer.

Ron couldn't help shaking when he thought of Voldemort's horrible face.

He remembers being surrounded by a dark fog controlled by Voldemort and then losing consciousness until he woke up alone here.

Ron called your names again and still hasn't responded.

“Damn it, me, my wand! ”

He grabbed his hand in his arms and was glad to find that the wand was still on him, hurrying out and shouting, "Fluorescent flashes. ”

A faint light dispersed the darkness, and Ron finally saw his space.

He is standing in a stone room, somewhat familiar, this seems to be the temple of the... Horseman!

Absolutely, the Temple of the Moon.

In third grade, he went there with Sirius, Ivan, Harry, Hermione.

Ron remembered very clearly that they had gone to the top of the temple to take the test left by Godric Gryffindor.

In that illusion, he saw thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders pouring at him, a nightmare he would never forget.

Even knowing it was an illusion, Ron had collapsed, failed the test, and missed the chance to get the Griffindor Magic Stone.

The stone had powerful magic, and Evan pulled it apart just a little bit from them.

Ron couldn't remember how many times in the past few years he had dreamed of that night, that he had returned to the Temple of the Moon, that he had passed the Glenfendo Test of Courage to obtain the Magic Stone, and that's why he was so familiar with this place that he remembered the Temple of the Moon as soon as he saw the stone carvings on the surrounding walls.

“Is this a dream?!” Ron muttered.

Yes, it must be a dream, otherwise there is no explanation why he suddenly appears in this place.

But this dream seems different, and in previous dreams, Ron didn't use a wand to impose any fluorescent spells.

In those dreams, he can see the surrounding sights.

As Ron walked out of the room along the path he remembered, he stopped again and saw dark red liquid on the ground.

It's blood!

No, impossible, maybe just a pigment.

Rondoli trembles forward, and tonight this dreamy temple of the horseman is a strange and eccentric one.

He advanced to the top, and the surroundings appeared to be particularly depressing due to too much silence.

The scariest thing is the surrounding walls, the ground, and the blood stains at the star dots at the beginning, and soon there will be a large area and a large area.

Keep moving forward, sticky blood stains are almost all over the building.

They flow down the crevices of the temple from above.

The smell of stinging nose is coming at you, even if Ron can't fool himself any more.

He wanted to go back, but the road behind him disappeared, and the deep darkness in the hallway was like a monster's mouth, choosing someone to eat.

Ron collapsed a little, and his instincts told him that if he went back he would die, his only option was to keep moving forward.

He walked forward, ignoring the sticky blood.

“It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's all fake.” Ron kept saying it.

Finally, he came to the top of the temple of darkness.

He thought he would see a huge square, a tall statue of a horseman, full of stars, all in his previous dreams, but this time, all he saw were bodies, piled up in mountains, shrugged up in the clouds, and all the pale dead stared at him with their hollow eyes.

These bodies, they're the source of the blood that was just seen flowing.

The sky, a giant Dark Demon marker replaces the stars, and that green skull emits unseen green light.

Seeing these violently, Ron suddenly lost his strength and sat paralyzed on the ground.

He felt afraid he was going to faint, but his consciousness was unusually sober.

“You're finally here!” An ice-cold voice said, "The chosen one! ”

“Who's talking to me?” Ron shouted loudly with all his strength.

“It's me, the great Voldemort!” A figure emerges from the mountains of bodies in the darkness and walks towards Ron, "you may or may not know me, but it doesn't matter, one day you'll remember that name, which makes all sorcerers feel the name of the chestnut. ”

With that glow of green, Ron saw clearly that it was Voldemort who came to him, the young Tom Riddle!