Feeling the rapid ascension of magic in his body, Evan breathed a sigh of relief. 

He had never been as powerful as he was now. Voldemort’s magic was not triggered, and Professor Trelawney’s prophecy was not fulfilled. 

He was not chosen by Voldemort’s magic. All he worried about was… 

Suddenly, a  black substance came out of the golden lines that flashed from time to time on the Philosopher’s Stone!

Before Evan could react, the black magic fluctuated more and more, and the magic turned into faint black fumes, climbing up along his arm. 

Like a python, the black mist grew itself, feeding off the magic that engulfed Evan’s body. The latter felt an unprecedented drilling pain.

Under the pressure of the black magic, in the blink of an eye, all of his magical power became agitated. The black magic left by Voldemort far exceeded his imagination!

He tried to control his magic and resist these black fumes, but it was of no avail.

Under the impact of the violent magic, Evan fainted and fell straight from the sky. 

After he fainted, the Philosopher’s Stone suddenly shone bright. The red light grew brighter and brighter, pushing all the remaining black fumes away, and chasing them out of Evan’s arm. 

Three different magical forces wrestled in Evan’s body, eventually returning to calm, leaving only a black fine line, quietly wrapped around his right wrist. 

It was like he was tied up with a thin black thread. However, when looking closely, it was a little snake shining with cold light. It wrapped around in a circle, and its mouth was open, biting its tail. 

As for the remaining black fumes driven by the Philosopher’s Stone, they floated around Evan for a while, and then rose directly into the air, as if living among the stars. 

The mist quickly began to deform and eventually turned into a black symbol.

On the platform below, everyone didn’t know what was going on. They only saw Evan falling suddenly from the top, and Hermione screamed in horror. 

Sirius ran ahead, and Harry and the others hurried to follow. 

“Look, that, what is that…” Ron said nervously as he looked up at Evan and found the black pattern that had just appeared next to him!

Following closely, everyone also noticed this eye-catching sign. 

It was a colossal skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. 

As they watched, the skull rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation. 

“Damn, it’s the Dark Mark!” Sirius shouted and turned back to Harry, Ron and Hermione and snarled. “Stay here and don’t move!” 

He continued to move forward, waving his wand. 

A red ray of light spurted up and spread out like fireworks. Through the dark of night, it was so bright, enough for the castle to notice…

Under the influence of Sirius’s magic, Evan’s body was falling more and more slowly. 

Seeing that Evan was rescued, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sighed with relief. They looked up again at the Dark Mark above them, as did the two Centaurs beside them. 

It had now risen high enough to illuminate the entire sky like some grisly neon sign, spreading fear wantonly in the Centaurs’ colony. 

“The war is about to begin, and the Centaurs can’t escape…” The voice of the elder of the Centaurs slowly sounded. He seemed to be trembling, and the wrinkles on his face were getting deeper and deeper. 

“What on earth is going on?” said Harry, startled to see Hermione’s face so white and terrified, constantly wiping her crying red eyes. 

“It’s the Dark Mark, Harry!” Hermione moaned, and couldn’t help but cry out. “Evan must have encountered something up there! This is You-Know-Who’s sign!” 

“You mean, Voldemort’s …” 

Before he had finished his words, the Dark Mark in the sky suddenly began to change.

The big snake in the mouth of the skull suddenly came out, seemingly attracted to something, and like a meteor, it rushed straight to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

“DUCK!” Sirius shouted, waving his right hand vigorously. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione fled, but it was too late, and the Black Mist whistled through them, blowing their robes. 

On the skin, the Dark Mark that had shrunk countless times was slowly taking a shape… 

In this black temple that used to be filled with innumerable evil taboos, the Black Devil’s old magic marked the chosen one, and he would return again and gain the power that the world couldn’t imagine. This time, death would no longer be the end.

No one noticed this. Panic was still rife, and everyone thought it was another black magic, but nothing happened. 

The platform was a mess, far less happy than when Evan had just passed the test to get Gryffindor’s Key to the Treasure, and everyone was staring at him.

………………………………………….. ………………………. 

In Hogwarts’ spacious school hospital, everyone surrounded Evan’s bed. 

Dumbledore raised Evan’s right arm and carefully observed the dark green stripes of the snake. Snape, Sirius and Professor McGonagall stood beside him. 

“Severus, this is your area of expertise.” Dumbledore said calmly, turning at the gloomy Snape. “You think this is…” 

“No doubt, this is the curse that the man left behind!” Snape replied, with a sneer on his lips. “It’s a magic I have never seen before. It’s very powerful and ingenious. I actually cannot believe that Mr. Mason is not dead yet!” 

Hearing his words, Hermione stood nervously waiting on the side, choked and tears flowed out of control again. Harry hurriedly patted her shoulder and tried to comfort her whispering.

“Don’t exaggerate there!” Sirius said in a low voice. “I just checked that Evan’s vital signs are very stable and there is no problem.” 

“Black, is that what you think?” Snape turned to Sirius, his small eyes glittering with malice. “You think you know more, but in fact, you were at a loss and ran back to Hogwarts with Mr. Mason’s dying body from the Centaurs’…”

“Severus!” Dumbledore cautioned. 

Snape snorted coldly, but did not keep on talking.

Sirius stared at him again for a moment, and then sat down with regret, watching Evan, who had not yet recovered from his bed.

“I can’t believe it. The Dark Mark reappeared in Hogwarts.” Professor McGonagall tightly wrestled her collar and her face was pale as never before. “Fortunately, not many people saw it, otherwise what would “The Daily Prophet!” say about it tomorrow?”

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