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H.P.S.T Chapter 350: Gryffindor’s Illusion

It took a long time for Harry to recover.

He told everyone about what he saw in the illusion and what happened in his home in Godric’s Hollow on the night of Voldemort’s fall thirteen years ago. 

The atmosphere was solemn, and Evan, Ron and Hermione all consoled Harry. 

Hermione’s eyes were red, and even Sirius could not help wiping his tears when Harry spoke about the death of his parents.

Finally, Sirius promised Harry that he would take him back to Godric’s Hollow this summer to see his former home and his parents’ graves. 

This made Harry feel better and less sad. He kept asking Sirius about Godric’s Hollow and his parents. 

At Magorian’s urging, Evan walked to the stone platform in front of the huge statue. 

He didn’t know what he would encounter in the illusion. Harry, Ron and Hermione all failed their respective challenges, and all three challenges were completely different.

Ron faced the attack of Acromantulas, testing combat skills and courage; Hermione’s test was intelligence, understanding and acceptance of new magic; Harry was the most vulnerable side of his heart, and the ability to calmly face death. 

Gryffindor’s powerful magic seemed to have its own consciousness. It must have seen something from the heart of the three of them to arrange it this way.

Ron and Hermione aside, Evan knew that Harry had a fragment of Voldemort’s Horcrux. To destroy that Horcrux, Harry had to die once.

So the last enemy to be destroyed was death. 

Gryffindor seemed to have done so as a hint that he used illusions to reproduce the situation and let Harry know the origin of everything and his final destiny.

But in his infinite grief, Harry only noticed what his parents looked like when they died.

Evan took a deep breath and stepped onto the black stone platform, not knowing what he would encounter.

Perhaps it was the deepest fear in his heart, or a harbinger of the future. 

A burst of brilliance flashed, and he entered the magic of illusion.

Evan looked around and he seemed to have returned to Hogwarts like Hermione. 

At this time, he was standing in front of a huge stone door, which was the door of the Headmaster’s office. 

He tapped on the door gently, and the sound of a deep crash echoed in the space. 

There seemed to be no one inside. Evan hesitated and pushed the door in. 

Unlike Dumbledore’s office decoration, the moonlight slowly fell from the upper window, shining on the silver armor under the curtain. 

The room was quiet, and on the cyan marble floor with intricate patterns, four long tables were placed, dividing the whole room into four parts. 

This was the office of the Four Founders in Hogwarts a thousand years ago. Everything was exactly the same as when Evan last saw it. There was no change. 

The host seemed to have left in a hurry, and there was even no time to pack up.

On the long table facing Evan, Hufflepuff’s Golden Cup was filled with chocolate-like drinks, steaming slowly outwards. Next to Ravenclaw’s long dark blue table, there were many magic books and the Time-Turner that brought Evan back to the millennium. Under the shadow of the moonlight was Slytherin’s long dark silver-green table. 

Evan took a step forward and saw a dark golden scepter lying quietly on the left side of the table. The Scepter was oppressive, and two big green snakes surrounded it from bottom to top. The snakes’ eyes and mouths were all closed. Evan had watched carefully the murals he had seen on the walls of the underground ruins and there the snakes’ eyes and mouths were all open.

He didn’t know what was going on. Maybe it was some magic. 

The scepter exuded strange magic fluctuations and attracted Evan to walk over. He could see the complex inscriptions carved in ancient languages. 

He couldn’t help but go further and wanted to study it carefully again. 

“If I were you, I wouldn’t touch that thing. It’s not a wise move!” 

Just as Evan’s hands were about to touch the scepter, a deep, husky male voice suddenly sounded behind him with a hint of warning in his tone, and Evan hurried back.

He saw a wizard with fiery red hair sitting behind Gryffindor’s long golden table with a smile on his face. It was Godric Gryffindor himself.

“Long time no see, young fellow!” Gryffindor came over and smiled at Evan. “Your strength is much better than when we last met.” 

“You…” Evan had wide eyes and didn’t know what to say. 

Although he knew that he would meet Gryffindor in the illusion, Evan was surprised when the latter appeared in front of him like this.

“Don’t be so surprised. What you see now is only a part of my consciousness that I left behind, just like the magic that was instilled into the Sorting Hat.” Gryffindor said cheerfully, “Originally, I could only talk to you through the Treasure Key. With this illusion magic, I can appear here in full illusion.” 

Evan opened his mouth because he wanted to ask too many questions. For a moment, he didn’t know where to start. He could only stare at Gryffindor in surprise.

“If you want to ask about it,” Gryffindor said indifferently, pointing to the huge scepter in front of Evan, and explained, “It is called [The Right to Peace], and it’s a Slytherin family heirloom. It is said that it was handed down from the ancient Greek gods. The ancient god threw his cane between two snakes that were biting, and the two snakes were reconciled. But in fact, it was the product of the most advanced Alchemy of ancient warlocks, with a very powerful magic. In my opinion, it’s not too much to call it an artifact.”

“What’s the use of it?” Evan asked subconsciously, calming down for a while. 

“There are many uses, far beyond the imagination of the world, but Salazar usually only uses it as an ordinary cane to prevent himself from falling down suddenly.” Gryffindor laughed and said, “Years of magic research have put a lot of strain on his body. He’s not as strong and tough as he looks from the outside.”

He looked very happy to slander his best friend like this in front of Evan.

“Well, boy, let’s get back to the point!” After laughing for a long time, he continued. “Since you can come here, that means you should have found the Key to my Treasure in the Centaurs’ colony.” 

“Yes, I saw your hints in the Chamber of Secrets.” Evan nodded and said, “And from my Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Sirius Black. We knew that there was a magic item in the Centaurs’ colony, and we found it here.”

“You are talking about that little guy. I’ve seen him more than 20 years ago, the heir of the Black family. That’s Salazar’s favorite, a very strong, ancient pure-blood family. In our time, the descendants of their family did not enter Hogwarts at all, but hired powerful wizards to home-school their children.” Gryffindor said with satisfaction, “Who would have thought that after a thousand years, he would not only go to Hogwarts, but also to Gryffindor House!”

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