Chapter 429 The End Of Gryffindor's Trial

In the Temple of the Centaurs, the roar of Voldemort still echoed in their ears.

Evan came back to himself and felt pain throughout his body as if it were about to be torn apart.

It felt like he had been in the illusion for centuries, but in the real world, only a few seconds had passed.

The Philosopher's Stone floating on his chest glowed faintly red, preventing Voldemort from approaching.

What had just happened in the illusion was affecting the real world.

The smell of the evil god had disappeared, and the indescribable creatures he had created had also vanished.

Only the black smoke of Voldemort remained, but it was also a spent force.

This recent battle had quickly consumed Voldemort's strength, regained through the care of the vampires in recent months.

He was still very weak, relying solely on the magic of the unicorn blood to gather a bit of strength.

After seeing Dumbledore, he was ready to escape.

But right at that moment, the power of the ancient malevolent creature that had been fighting him suddenly disappeared.

Voldemort roared and flew towards the altar, ready to take the Philosopher's Stone.

"Accio Philosopher's Stone!" Evan shouted, raising his wand with his last strength.

This time, without the interference of the evil god, his magic worked.

The Philosopher's Stone floated slowly, avoiding Voldemort and flying quickly towards him.

"NO!" Voldemort screamed. "Caresius, STOP HIM! STOP HIM!"

His current body and dark magic could not touch Evan under the protection of the pure magic of the Philosopher's Stone.

Not far away, Caresius and the rest of the vampires were battling Dumbledore.

Voldemort's furious roar had just ceased, and the space next to Evan's body twisted, and the figure of the vampire appeared eerily.

After battling the indescribable creatures of the malevolent spirit and Dumbledore, he now looked puzzled.

But his breathing was quite steady, and he had no scars on his body.

Caresius held his wand and stared fixedly at the Philosopher's Stone flying towards him.

Evan's heart sank sharply. He was powerless, and Dumbledore was still being harassed by five vampires.

No one could stop Caresius from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. After all that effort, Voldemort had succeeded!

Just as he thought that, the magic that Caresius was about to cast suddenly stopped.

The pause was brief, probably only a second, with no hint of it.

Indeed, apart from Evan, who was right below, no one perceived anything unusual.

Evan clearly saw that Caresius' wand-waving visibly halted for a second.

That crucial second. Under Voldemort's roar, the Philosopher's Stone flew into Evan's hand.

Instantly, the bright red mist expanded outward with Evan at its center, and the two broken pieces of the Philosopher's Stone merged.

Evan had no time to think about what was happening; he felt a powerful magic surging.

Under the influence of this magic, the curse left by Voldemort on his body dissipated rapidly.

"Remember, you owe us one!" Caresius' deep voice echoed in Evan's ear.

He shook his black cloak, and his body vanished from Evan's side again, leaving a swirl of dark magic in the air.

Evan couldn't believe it. Was this vampire helping him? Wasn't he an ally of Voldemort?!

This was the last thought on Evan's mind. He didn't understand what was happening.

In the dim light, he saw Caresius appear on the altar and pick up the statue of the evil god.

Voldemort kept roaring, and Evan couldn't hear what he was saying.

He only felt a strong black smoke rushing towards him, and he collapsed under the heavy impact.

This time, Evan didn't feel the darkness or enter the absurd and strange dream.

He regained consciousness and found himself lying in a space filled with golden and red light.

The light emanated from two objects of different sizes in the sky, slowly merging into one.

It was the Philosopher's Stone. Its light was like the noonday sun in winter, warm on the body and very comforting.

If possible, Evan would have wished to stay there forever.

He didn't know how long he had been there. He felt cold water drops falling on his face.

Drop by drop, as if someone was crying.

Evan heard a soft whimper but didn't know from whom it came.

He blinked and saw a pair of bright brown eyes.

How strange! They seemed to be Hermione's eyes.

It must be an illusion. How could Hermione be here?!

But it was true that Evan truly missed Hermione and longed to see her.

This separation of more than a month felt like it had lasted a century.

Instinctively, he reached out and embraced Hermione tightly, in a moment of tenderness.

Everything felt so real! If it weren't a dream, it would be wonderful!

The next moment, Evan heard Hermione's muffled sobbing and blinked hard again.

In front of him, gradually emerged Hermione's astounding smiling face, with tears on it.

"Evan, you finally woke up!" said Hermione.

Taken aback by Evan's sudden wake, she looked very embarrassed.

But soon she was overwhelmed with joy that Evan had awakened. She leaned in and embraced him tightly.

"What's happening?!" Evan stared at Hermione.

Feeling the warmth and the girl's heartbeat, he realized he wasn't dreaming.

He held Hermione tightly and refused to let go.

He couldn't explain why this sensation felt so good!

It was quite some time before they slowly parted.

"Hermione, why are you here?" Evan hurriedly asked, "Where am I now?"

"You're in your own bedroom. Mrs. Mason just went downstairs," Hermione said cheerfully. "I received a letter from Dumbledore yesterday. He asked me if I would like to come and take care of you. He thought it would be best for you to have some company now. Your parents agreed, and coincidentally, I had the time, so..."

Hermione blushed and her voice turned softer.

Evan already knew what she meant. His heart was filled with joy and happiness knowing that she could be with him.

"What's happening, why am I at home?" he asked softly.

"Well, Dumbledore mentioned in his letter that other teachers intended to send you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but he thought it would be better for you to come back here." Hermione and Evan separated, "Of course, you've been examined and now you're fine. The curse has been broken!"

Evan felt that the Slytherin locket on his chest was noticeably heavier, so he opened it.

The restored Philosopher's Stone was quietly placed inside, emitting a soft bright red light, like the purest gem.

Just by touching it with his hand, he could feel the magic.