Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 1012: Grindelwald's Magic

“Probably looking for the place you mentioned. Dumbledore should know where it is,” said Sirius uncertainly. “We were just keeping an eye on the vampires, as they seem to be up to something. Most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix are concentrated nearby, on guard. Only Moody and I received Dumbledore’s notification to come over. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. Caresius really is foolish; he actually wanted to deal with Voldemort and the statue of the evil god alone.”

“Is the vampires’ lair nearby?” Evan asked.

He was more concerned about what Elaine said about their family’s troubles and the secrets left by Slytherin himself.

After rescuing Caresius, this matter should be put on the agenda!

“It’s not too far away. Those guys’ base camp is much more impressive than this poor place. This place…” Sirius said, and looked around. “Remember what I told you a few days ago? The altar we destroyed…”

“The place used to collect blood and flesh offered to the evil god?” Evan followed, and the scenery and memory in front of him gradually merged. “Indeed, the nearby layout is a bit like the one in the chamber deep underground in the temple of the fallen Centaurs.”

The statues of unknown creatures on the ruins seemed to be the terrifying creations of the evil god.

After being sealed by Evan last time, the power of the evil god was greatly damaged. Voldemort needed to collect some flesh and blood to restore his strength so that he could communicate with him, obtain what he needed, and make the statue into a new Horcrux…

“This used to be a monastery, and then it was used by Voldemort and vampires to make flesh and blood sacrifices. Now it’s our stronghold on this island!” Sirius explained. “Dumbledore believes that since they are making blood sacrifices here, the evil god statue might not be too far away. Those things need to be fresh to be useful, but we haven’t found it yet. They’ve hidden it well. Now it seems we’ve overlooked it; that guy is more cunning than we thought. Damn it, the vampire should have told us about this instead of trying to destroy the statue on his own, right in front of Voldemort, that self-righteous fool.”

It was evident that Sirius had been harboring resentment against Caresius for a long time.

Something must have happened between the two of them during this time.

“You two must be careful. This land is called Trondheim by the Norse, the land where the gods fell. It’s not just a casual name; every inch of this land is full of mystery, far beyond the imagination of the world,” Sirius continued, seeming a bit uneasy. “Remember what I told you before? This is the traditional sphere of influence of Durmstrang. The mad Dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald also used to operate around here, leaving behind a lot of dangerous magic.”

A brief silence followed, and the level of trouble in the situation seemed to exceed expectations.

Dumbledore … Grindelwald … Voldemort … the three most powerful wizards in the world, meeting here.

Deep underground, another force was recovering—the evil god.

The name of this area was Trondheim, the land where the gods fell. Could there still be fallen gods here?

There was another flash of flame in the air, and a golden feather floated gently to the floor … Fawkes’s feather.

This phoenix had just been in the castle, warning them about Umbridge, indicating they had been discovered. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the frozen soil of Norway. Truly magical; he certainly hadn’t used the Portkey with them.

Evan just noticed that, besides the ability for eternal rebirth, phoenixes seemed to have the power to traverse space.

This was not mentioned in the books. After all, this kind of creature was so rare that it was only possible to find them in the Far East.

Phoenix feathers used by wandmakers to create wands were completely different from the living phoenix.

Apart from Dumbledore, no wizard had successfully raised a phoenix as a pet.

“Very good, it looks like Fawkes has found the trace of that Viking warship nearby. Harry’s information wasn’t wrong,” said Dumbledore calmly, as if everything was under his control. We’ll set off now. Come, I will lead you four to Apparition.”

They joined hands in a circle, Evan holding Dumbledore’s right hand, and on his left was Harry.

Facing him, Evan noticed Moody’s magical eye spinning rapidly in its socket, a familiar look of vigilance on his face.

From Sirius’s information earlier, there were other members of the Order of the Phoenix in Norway; but Dumbledore didn’t summon them. He seemed to believe that not too many people should know about tonight’s operation, as it involved Horcruxes and the evil god—secrets that even some of the Order of the Phoenix members shouldn’t know.

A slight explosion sounded above the ruins of the monastery, and Dumbledore led them to Apparition.

The scene in front of them changed and they came to a very strange place.

Evan quickly noticed the unusual aspect of this place. Compared to the monastery just now, this was entirely and thoroughly frozen tundra.

The ground seemed to be frozen seawater, with a faint light blue color covered by a layer of frost, hiding something underneath.

Right in front of them was a Viking warship carved from rock, incredibly realistic.

It was surrounded by many huge stone pillars, standing there, stacked together like stone gates.

Evan felt the aura of magical fluctuations, but it was very messy and unclear.

“Yes, this is the ship I saw in my dream,” Harry said perplexedly. “But this place…”

In his dream, he’d seen this Viking warship suddenly appear in the sky, passing through a golden gate and finally standing under the moon.

Harry had also heard the sound of waves, not this endless wilderness.

The disparity was just too vast, beyond his imagination.

“Eyes are unreliable, boy!” Moody said gruffly, and walked over. His normal eyes looked at Evan and Harry, while his magical eye remained fixed on the Viking warship made of stone. “This is powerful magic—meticulous, profound, and complex. The caster is very strong. I have only seen it from one person before.”

“Yes, I should have recognized it. After all, the traces of magic are so familiar. This was left here by Gellert,” said Dumbledore cheerfully.

He seemed to be admiring a work of art and getting great satisfaction from it. He gently touched the dragon head on the bow of the ship.

As he did so, a faint blue mist emanated from the carved ship, creating a dreamlike aura.

The next second, the surrounding stone pillars began to glow with light, and the missing components were gradually revealed, restoring their former appearance.

Ancient arches appeared one after another, densely arranged together, which was very spectacular.

There were exquisite curtains hanging on them, and Evan could even hear the enchanting music behind the door.

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