Chapter 424 Voldemort
Voldemort also sought to obtain the Philosopher's Stone. Today, Evan felt he had heard more bad news than in an entire year. Things had spiraled out of control.
"In the deepest part of the Temple, the ancient Centaurs left behind powerful magic," Caresius continued. "We need to gather enough flesh and blood to break it."
Undoubtedly, this ancient dark magic was incredibly wicked and cruel.
Voldemort and the vampires might not be concerned about this. They cared little for the lives of others, but Evan doubted if they were aware of what they were doing.
Gathering enough flesh and blood to break the magic, this was also the first step in summoning the malevolent spirit, and Evan was unwittingly delivering half of the Philosopher's Stone it required to its doorstep.
By then, all conditions would be met to summon the arrival of the terror's malevolent spirit into this world.
Without someone of Gryffindor's caliber nearby, no one should be able to stop it.
Evan shuddered as he recalled the horrific scene of invoking the evil deity. It was on an apocalyptic level.
This was too dreadful. Peace in the world of magic would be shattered. A war was looming that would sweep across the world, and this time, wizards would have to confront monsters unseen for millennia!
Even if they were to face such a creature, the loss of life would be unimaginable.
This must not happen, but Evan felt powerless to prevent it.
Given his current circumstances, he simply couldn't stop it.
Firstly, Voldemort and the vampires would not believe what he said and would not collaborate with him.
Secondly, Evan could not reveal that he possessed the Philosopher's Stone.
It was imprudent to directly confront Voldemort, the vampires, and the malevolent deity, and if Dumbledore did not arrive in time, the wisest choice for Evan would be to flee.
But the problem now was that he could not leave Sirius alone.
Under the influence of magic, Sirius's body floated slowly beside him.
He followed Evan forward and seemed unlikely to awaken in the near future.
The only good news was that after a simple treatment, his breathing was much smoother than before, and he was already out of danger.
The group of individuals traversed the spacious hallway and arrived at a closed secret chamber at the end.
Caresius was silent now. He shook his black cloak and walked neatly at the front of the team, as if he had nothing to do with Evan.
In the rear, over a dozen vampires aimed their wands at Evan, looking at him greedily.
Evan gasped and entered the Chamber of Secrets, with a growing sense of unease in his heart.
It was the chamber he had seen in the stone cauldron of the prophecy made by Nicolas Flamel with alchemy, where all the evil and horrific crimes were about to unfold.
In the center of the chamber was a magical barrier that glowed with green light.
It divided the entire chamber into two parts, preventing people from crossing it.
Inside, Evan could vaguely see the skeletons of dozens of fallen Centaurs.
They were scattered on the floor, assuming the positions he had seen in the illusion when summoning the malevolent spirit.
In front of the Centaur skeletons, there was a Philosopher's Stone emitting a soft red light. It was placed on an altar, next to the grotesque statue of an evil god resembling a tree root.
In the air, large amounts of flesh and blood gathered after emerging from the blood pool.
They passed through the barrier and twisted around the fallen Centaur bones to construct their bodies.
Evan saw a fallen Centaur regaining form from a pile of white bones and assuming a praying stance.
Though lacking vitality, he did not appear to have been dead for hundreds of years at all.
He looked very much alive, and knowing how he came to be in that state made it much more unsettling!
Outside the green barrier stood the vampire Evan had seen the previous night.
At this moment, he was in a peculiar posture in front of everyone.
"Caresius, you continue to surprise me!" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, "Look at that; Sirius Black and a Hogwarts student!"
The powerful vampire slowly turned, and Evan was horrified to see that where the vampire's back of the head should have been, there was a face.
This was the face that would not appear even in the most horrifying nightmares. It was as pale as plaster, with bright red eyes and nostrils like those of a serpent.
This was VOLDEMORT!
After Quirrell, he had attached himself to another person's head.
Evan stared fixedly and would have screamed, but no sound would come out.
He had imagined many scenarios for the first encounter with Voldemort, but he never expected this! Things were simply dreadful.
As the vampires around him gazed eagerly, the closer Evan got to Voldemort, the snake bracelet on his wrist began to burn, and his magic slowly expanded.
Quickly he hid his right hand behind his back, hoping not to be discovered by Voldemort.
"Surprised to see me, aren't you?" whispered Voldemort, "I have been missing for thirteen years. You might have forgotten me. As the greatest wizard of all time, only a shadow and vapor remain. I take form only when I share another's body, but I have never forgotten…"
Voldemort stared at Evan with a sinister smile on his face.
"Voldemort is invincible, you think you will succeed, but your insignificant spells cannot kill me!" he said maliciously, "Soon, when the magic left here by the ancient centaurs breaks, I will be able to restore my strength, create my own body, and even become more powerful. When that time comes, I will return to Hogwarts and reclaim everything that was mine..."
"You can't do anything!" exclaimed Evan. "Don't think I don't know that Dumbledore and Harry defeated you two years ago!"
Evan stepped back and tightened his wand in his hand.
"Harry Potter?!" Voldemort's voice turned colder. "He is no savior at all. He is nothing compared to my power!"
"Harry has a power you will never understand. You have no chance of winning. You can't defeat him at all," said Evan as he retreated.
He was trying to infuriate Voldemort to distract him from the curse upon him and to buy enough time to seek opportunities.
In front of them, the magic left by the fallen centaurs could break at any moment.
The light in the green barrier was becoming dimmer and dimmer, like a candle in the wind.
With large amounts of flesh and blood, most of the centaurs inside had regained their bodies. They were becoming clearer as they assumed various postures and faced the invocation ceremony.
The whispers of the evil god grew more and more intense, as if he were about to arrive in this world.