Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1495: Body

Like ripples on the water, the halo rippled out in waves, churning the sea more violently than even the thrashing of the tentacles. The magic rune was based on the dark green light mist, gradually forming the emblem of the Twin Serpent Staff.

The glowing mist merged with the seawater, the magic rune itself was looming, and the magic aura that filled the space was unprecedentedly powerful.

Even without looking closely, Evan could feel the tangible magic and this overwhelming, terrifying power.

Dumbledore’s wand was raised high, and spells jumped into the wand from his right hand, and then flowed out from the end of the wand like water.

These magical auras, beyond the use of ordinary people, were the most obvious signs of Dumbledore’s power in the Twin Serpent Staff.

Under the effect of magic, the evil god’s voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to be afraid of this magic rune.

Yes, he was afraid!

The more Evan interacted with these shadow-born beings, the better he understood them, and knew that they were not as eternal and fearless as they claimed.

Having fallen to the limit, they didn’t even have courage. When they encountered a force stronger than them, they would be afraid, and even more fragile than ordinary people. They appeared mighty, but in fact they were grotesque and vulnerable. In Evan’s opinion, that was the true nature of the evil gods.

They had been like this in the past, and they were still like this now.

From the moment Dumbledore’s magic appeared, everything around them seemed to freeze.

The rune, now rapidly expanding, hovered above the three of them. Within its range, all of the evil god’s tentacles ceased to move.

The tentacles still outside the rune’s reach quickly retreated, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Everything returned to silence.

Only the magical rune, beneath the glow of Evan’s Patronus mist, emitted a faint and ghostly light.

If not for the hundreds of massive tentacles still coiled around Evan, he might have thought the scene just now had all been an illusion!

Under the watchful gaze of Evan and Harry, Dumbledore gently pressed his wand downward, and as he moved, Evan heard a buzzing sound.

It was very slight, and his vision blurred, and he saw all the tentacles shattered in an instant and turned into dust.

Evan’s eyes suddenly widened, trying to imprint the scene in front of him in his heart.

Because it was too dazzling, it was particularly shocking, a shock that struck straight into the soul!

For this magic!

For this power!

For this scene!

There was no deafening sound, no dazzling color changes, yet this was without a doubt the most gorgeous magic Evan had ever witnessed. It far surpassed the level any wizard of this era should be able to achieve.

If the magic level was simply distinguished by high and low, the world Evan was familiar with should be a low-magic world, without so many thrilling or powerful spells, but the spell Dumbledore was using clearly belonged to a high-magic realm, the kind one would only expect to see in a novel.

Evan took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Harry beside him was shaking all over.

Dumbledore’s body was also swaying, and his face was particularly pale. The magic he had just cast had drained too much of his strength. He seemed to have very little energy left now!

Although Evan didn’t know how the headmaster had done it, he understood just how taxing magic of that level must be.

Not to mention such a powerful spell, every time Evan had previously used magic that exceeded his limits, he would pass out.

He quickly swam over to support Dumbledore, clearly seeing the green runes flowing back into Dumbledore’s right arm.

The runes reversed direction, wriggling forward like tadpoles, densely packed together.

Soon, Dumbledore’s right arm, which had returned to normal, was covered with these runes again.

Evan looked at it carefully for a while, his head full of doubts.   

He was wondering what kind of spell this was, and what did these runes represent?

What kind of price had Dumbledore paid to wield the power of the Twin Serpent Staff?

And besides, wasn’t the Twin Serpent Staff still sealing the evil god below? How was he even able to use its power?

The stronger the power, the greater the cost to wield it. That was an unchanging truth.

Dumbledore was now truly weak, and even his breathing was barely perceptible.

But his right hand, the one holding the wand, had not lowered. Following the line of his pointing fingers, Evan saw that a single tentacle remained, completely motionless.

Its front end was bent towards the three people, and even if there was only one, it was still terrifying.

Why had Dumbledore left one tentacle intact? What was he planning?!

Now that they couldn’t communicate with words underwater, Dumbledore didn’t seem to have the strength to explain to Evan and Harry what he was thinking.

He panted for a while with Evan’s support, until Harry came over to help support him as well.

Now, the spell rune had shrunk, reduced to a small section barely large enough to control that remaining tentacle.

After a short rest, Dumbledore regained some strength, but he was still struggling. He seemed to be using all his remaining energy to sustain that rune.

At his signal, Evan and Harry helped Dumbledore swim to the side of the tentacle.

The closer they got, the more clearly they could see how terrifying it was: a deep purple surface, covered with a brownish layer resembling rotting flesh, and bristling with sharp barbs.

Under the rotten flesh-like layer, there was something dark green, which might be the tendons, blood vessels, or toxins released by the tentacle.

Harry, who was standing by, took a look and turned his head away. He was wondering what Dumbledore was going to do by leading them to the tentacle.

Evan noticed that Dumbledore made a gesture, asking them to go up and climb onto the tentacle.

He hesitated for a moment, helped Dumbledore to sit up, and used his wand to turn it into a rope to firmly fix the three of them on it.

There were many strange and magical mounts in the Wizarding World, but Evan was certain that an evil god’s tentacle was by far the rarest.

Just as the three of them finished securing themselves, Dumbledore’s wand dropped, and the spell dissipated.

The tentacle didn’t seem to feel the three people on its back, as if it was still immersed in the fear from earlier. It took them through the dark sea and rushed down at an astonishing speed.

Evan watched his Patronus trying hard to keep up with him, but it was still far behind and soon disappeared.

Endless darkness enveloped them again, just like riding a roller coaster, all the scenes quickly passed by, and with the faint light at the tip of his wand, Evan saw that their surroundings returned to their previous state.

The tentacles filled with milky-white liquid and happy emotions appeared once again, and this time in even greater numbers than above, almost covering the entire space. They were everywhere as far as the eye could see, and the distribution density was also very large. The diameter of the tentacles also increased a lot, more than ten times as before.

The ends of the tentacles were no longer connected to the rock wall, but to a strangely shaped object. It was made of the same rotten flesh as the tentacles and skin tubes, though the color leaned more toward a pale gray-white. It looked disturbingly like the bodies of Dementors, covered in folds and wrinkles, and with a form so bizarre it was hard to describe…

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