Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1491: Energy in the Tube

The seawater was dark and deep, pressing in from all directions, tightly surrounding Evan.

If it weren’t for the light from Dumbledore’s wand in front of him, he couldn’t even tell the direction, and couldn’t even figure out whether he was moving forward or backward.

The only thing that was certain was that they were now deep below Azkaban, and were continuing to go down.

Suddenly, in the golden glow of Dumbledore’s wand ahead, a faint flash of green appeared. It was fleeting and unremarkable, easy to miss if one wasn’t paying attention, but Evan sharply sensed a shift in magic energy.

He could feel that as the magic changed, something else was changing with it!

The surroundings were still the dark and deep seawater, but there was something different.

The fluctuations of the seawater gradually subsided, becoming eerily still, deathly silent, without the slightest ripple.

Dumbledore, Evan, and Harry seemed to be moving away from the real world and entering an endless corridor.

This was the area sealed by Slytherin’s magic, the place where the last part of the evil god’s brain was located.

Evan and his companions kept moving forward until he noticed that the area around him, close to the rock walls, was filled with many floating, spherical particles.

These particles were strung together in a line, densely packed, all of them an eerie milky white, resembling the eggs of some creature.

Eggs of what creature?

Evan raised his wand in confusion and carefully looked at the string of particles closest to him.

Looking closely, he realized they weren’t particles at all, but a strange, almost transparent tube. Inside it flowed a milky white liquid that shimmered faintly under the light of the wand, slowly moving downward along the wall of the tube.

Yes, it was a skin tube, just like a blood vessel.

The liquid inside was not blood, and the surface of the skin tube was not the color of a blood vessel wall, but more like rotten flesh.

The surface looked like it had been soaking in water and had gone soft and decayed, with many scabbed-over patches. What Evan had mistaken for particles were actually irregular scabs on the surface. Because the tube was thin and nearly transparent, from a distance those scabs made the liquid inside appear to be divided into lumps. …

Scabs, rotten flesh, it was really disgusting!

Evan pushed down the feeling of revulsion, though for some reason, it felt especially intense here.

He moved a little closer, wanting to figure out what the milky liquid inside the tube was.

The liquid looked like milk, but obviously much thicker, as if a lot of grease was added to the milk.

He didn’t know what this liquid was. It looked like something that would appear if some kind of antidote failed to be brewed.

Evan increased the light of his wand. He saw that one end of the tube extended into the darkness below, and the other end connected to the rock above. After observing for a while, he guessed that this milky white liquid was collected from the rock wall and transported down downward through the tube.

What lay in the darkness below?

Without a doubt, it was the brain of that evil god, absorbing the milky-white, unknown liquid.

Soon, Evan’s guess was verified.

As the glow from his wand intensified, Evan saw more and more of the same kind of tubes filled with strange liquid connecting to the surrounding walls. Countless of them, like a dense spiderweb, extended downward. Thinner tubes converged into thicker ones, and the milky liquids inside them gathered together, flowing downward.

These liquids, no matter what they were, must be what the evil god’s brain needed.

While Evan was observing, Harry was also curiously looking at these strange tubes and the particles inside.

Noticing their confusion, Dumbledore stopped advancing. He swam upward a bit and came to their side, reaching out with his intact left hand toward the tube in front of Evan. As his fingers touched the tube, a section of it split off and wrapped around his index finger. …

Evan was at a loss for words to describe what he was witnessing.

To him, it was as if the tube had come alive. It suddenly sprouted a mouth and bit Dumbledore’s finger, but instead of blood, what flowed out was that white liquid, emerging from where the tube had “bitten” and then being absorbed into it.

Dumbledore’s expression on his face was strange, not pain, but more like disgust.

He shook his left hand hard to get rid of the tube that bit him.

The tube, now without a target, writhed aimlessly in the still seawater, its mouth seemingly trying to latch onto something, its strength fading with each movement.

Dumbledore made a gesture, signaling to Evan and Harry that they could extend their hands as well.

Evan glanced at the headmaster, then hesitantly stretched out his right index finger. The tube’s “mouth” instantly latched onto him.

At once, an odd sensation swept through his fingertip, and Evan felt as if something precious, almost divine, was being sucked away!

A chill ran from his head to his toes, even though he was already submerged in the freezing seawater. Unpleasant thoughts started to flood his mind, like a dam bursting, and he could no longer control them.

Mixed among these distressing thoughts, an image flashed before Evan’s eyes; a recent memory of a nighttime date and kiss with Hermione. But the warmth and joy of that memory were quickly drained from him, sucked away by the tube. He lost a precious, happy memory, which turned into that milky liquid and flowed into the tube before him. …

Just like when the tube had latched onto Dumbledore, the milky-white essence was now being drawn from Evan.

Only then did Evan realize that these liquids were happy emotions!

These tubes made of rotten flesh and covered with scabs on the surface were just like Dementors. They absorbed happy emotions.

Happy emotions were a kind of energy needed by the evil god’s brain. Dumbledore had said before that it relied on this method to gather power and fight against Slytherin’s magic. The Dementors were evil creations of this brain-like evil god, specifically made to collect happy emotions.

While Dementors fed on happiness, in truth, they were merely transferring that emotional energy to the evil god’s brain beneath Azkaban.

Even in the absence of Dementors, the evil god could still, through some unknown method, siphon off the happiness of the troublesome inmates and Ministry guards above in the Azkaban prison, along with their courage, their hope, even their life force, until, at last, their very souls were taken!

This evil god’s brain was a Dementor. The Dementors were not hollow or formless; the monstrous brain hidden beneath Azkaban was their true body, the original form of the Dementors.

No wonder that ever since entering this place, Evan’s mind had been flooded with negative thoughts, his courage and hope slowly draining away, leaving only emptiness.

It turned out that as they got closer to the evil god below, they were getting closer to the body of the Dementors, the real body!

After realizing this, Evan waved his wand without hesitation, “Expecto Patronum!”

Silver light burst outward from Evan, radiating from him in all directions. With the appearance of the Patronus, the tubes of scabbed flesh before him began to shudder violently.

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