Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 662: The Third Horcrux
Although there might be a problem with the curse itself, the idea in the book was unique, and Evan suddenly became interested.
He read the book as fast as he could, and checked all the remaining books.
In addition to the Hell Howl magic, he also found a Dark magic book titled Apocalypse. It was a curse Evan had never seen before. It was a very deep Dark magic, belonging to the devil system.
He just sat on the dusty floor and read the book, immersing himself in it, flipping through the pages…
By the time Evan had simply studied the magic of the Apocalypse, it was already 1 p.m.
He woke up with a start and realized that it was already very late, so he put the two Dark magic books away.
There were tens of thousands of magic books hidden like this in this room.
Of course, not all of them were useful books and needed to be screened one by one by Evan. The process was very tedious and boring.
However, he was not impatient. Instead, he felt that it was very interesting to do so and was prepared to come here more often in his spare time.
Evan continued to move forward and came to a large cabinet.
The cabinet was brownish black, with a classic style, and seemed to have had acid thrown at its blistered surface.
Evan hesitated a moment and opened the cupboard’s creaking doors. He found a cage inside.
The thing in the cage had long since died. Its skeleton had five legs. He did not want to imagine what kind of creature it was.
This room was full of dark secrets, all hidden by students of the past.
Although Hogwarts appeared to be relatively calm and forbid students to study black magic, in secret, no students actually abided by this school rule. Their research scope and depth in the forbidden magic field were beyond imagination.
Especially in the era of hundreds of years, the wizarding world and the whole world were not as peaceful as they were today, and wars were frequent.
In that case, powerful black magic and dangerous taboos were very popular with wizards.
Evan watched as he walked, going deeper and deeper in a maze of junk and forbidden articles.
He knew exactly what he was looking for. It was a chipped bust of an ugly old warlock with a dusty old wig and a tarnished tiara on the statue’s head. The bland head crown was Ravenclaw’s Diadem, the Diadem of wisdom!
Voldemort used magic to change the look of the Diadem, making it lose its original brilliance.
Although the specific target was determined, the whole room was too large, and there were too many things inside.
Evan didn’t have Harry’s luck. He had been wandering around for a long time without finding it.
As he passed by some junk, he saw a lot of broomsticks on the top. He rode on one and flew in the air, stopping at the highest point, overlooking the whole room from top to bottom.
In the tall garbage pile, he saw bottles, hats, boxes, chairs, books, weapons, brooms, clubs…
The next second, Evan saw the bust standing on a messy curved cabinet. On top of it was the old, faded diadem.
Evan’s heart pounded, and he couldn’t help getting excited.
He controlled the broom, swooped down, and made a beautiful turn, holding Ravenclaw’s Diadem in his hand.
Evan landed, the rusty diadem in his hand, looking like an ordinary iron ring, without any mystery.
But on the inside, he could see Rowena Ravenclaw’s famous quote: ‘Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!’
Bingo! That was Ravenclaw’s Diadem!
The moment he held the diadem in his hand, Evan felt the familiar fluctuation of power invading his spirit.
That was the power of Voldemort. Unlike Tom Riddle’s Diary and Slytherin’s Locket, Voldemort’s power was very strong when making Ravenclaw’s Diadem into a Horcrux. That was his third Horcrux.
At that time, he had already returned from his journey, completed the transformation of his body, and gained powerful Dark force.
He was no longer as handsome as he was when he was a student. By the time he acquired this much strength, he had already become a monster.
Like the Dark Lord seen by later generations, he totally completed the transformation from Tom Riddle to Voldemort.
His dead pale face looked like wax, twisted strangely, and his white eyes seemed to be filled with blood forever…
In that period, he had publicly used the title of Voldemort, gathered the Death Eaters, summoned Dark wizards and pure blood wizard families to form an alliance, prepared to launch the Wizarding War, and carried out his brutal rule and pure blood theory with the lives and blood of countless innocent people.
Shortly after he made the Diadem into a Horcrux, he came to Hogwarts again.
Voldemort once again applied to Dumbledore for the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, which was an obsession of his, and while at it, he wanted to take the opportunity to steal Gryffindor’s Sword and hid Ravenclaw’s Diadem.
Not surprisingly, Dumbledore rejected his request again.
Voldemort therefore held a grudge and cursed the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, so that all professors in the discipline would not be able to work for more than a year for various unfortunate reasons.
The power of this curse was so strong that Evan suspected that Voldemort had used the lives and souls of dozens of innocents as sacrifices.
Even Dumbledore had no way to break this curse, and he could only find new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors year after year.
Up until now, all wizards who knew the reason were not willing to accept this position easily.
When Evan landed to the ground, Voldemort’s voice began to appear in his ear, bewitching him to put the Diadem on his head.
Along with the terrible voice, a burst of spiritual power began to invade Evan’s consciousness and enter his soul.
Evan ignored the voice, found a table, and skillfully took out the fang of the Basilisk. He was now familiar with how to deal with Horcruxes and had enough experience
Evan pointed the fang in his hand to the center of the Diadem and stabbed it hard…
All of a sudden, a shrill cry of pain rang in Evan’s ears.
At first it was only vaguely audible, extremely weak and extremely distant, but with Evan’s action, the scream became stronger and stronger.
The next second, a bloody, black and sticky thing was seeping out of the Diadem.
Suddenly, Evan felt the Diadem vibrate violently and then split into two halves with a bang.
Ravenclaw’s Diadem was, this way, broken…
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