“This news is absolutely true. As for Barty Crouch’s specific measures, he did not say, and I did not ask.” Caresius continued, “I never get the answer when I ask anyway. I just need to do what I’m supposed to do.”
Hogwarts Castle was protected from intrusion by various kinds of magic. Wizards could not Apparate here.
Therefore, the Portkey was the only way to get Harry out of the school in full view.
Evan didn’t know what the original plan of Barty Crouch Jr. was, what he was going to do, making Ron a champion. Since the plan had changed, all this had become unimportant.
What was now certain was that he was ready to take action in the second task and use a Portkey to take Harry out of Hogwarts.
Was he planning to involve Harry directly into the task?! Or would he attack Harry by surprise while everyone was watching the game?!
The second task was to let the champions go to the lake to find the closest people to them. The closest person to Ron should be Harry.
Doing it in the depths of the lake could really be unobtrusive.
Considering that Voldemort didn’t want the news of him regaining strength and coming back to spread quickly in the whole wizarding world, it was necessary to keep proper concealment.
Working under the lake could also make Dumbledore less responsive.
Some time ago, Barty Crouch Jr. took advantage of the accident in the first task and proposed that the Ministry of Magic send people to arrange the venue and Hogwarts was not allowed to interfere. So, he seemed to have all planned for a long time.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of setting up the venue, he hid the Portkey under the water and was trying to take Harry away.
There was no problem in the whole process, but Evan still had one more question to clear up. That was, why Voldemort suddenly became so anxious that Bartemius Crouch, Jr. had to change his plan. Even with the risk of exposure, he came to Hogwarts via the Floo Network to inform Caresius about the matter.
He had been hiding in the forests of Albania for so many years, and now he couldn’t even wait for a short time.
“Why is Voldemort in such a hurry?” Evan asked. “What happened?”
“Bad news follows each other. The specific situation is unknown. The Dark Lord will not tell me his plan. So, this is mere speculation, do you want to hear it?” said Caresius, gulping down the remaining dragon blood in the cup.
He looked up at Evan and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, which looked extraordinarily strange.
Although he was still Moody, at that moment, Evan felt that his blue eyes flashed a red light.
Just this scene was enough to classify vampires as monsters, more evil than Dark wizards.
Just imagine if the cup was not filled with dragon blood, but human blood…
The blood of a powerful wizard was far more attractive to vampires than dragon blood.
“Tell me!” Evan and Caresius looked at one another.
“It’s just my own idea. I think the problem should be the statue brought back from the ruins of the Centaurs.”
“The statue of the evil god?!” said Evan in amazement, raising a bad feeling.
“Oh, do you call that monster an evil god?!” Caresius looked at Evan and said slowly, “It’s a terrible creature left behind in ancient times. In a sense, it can indeed be called god, because its power is far beyond that of humans.”
“What did Voldemort do with the statue?!” said Evan. “He isn’t going to summon up the evil god, is he?!” This text is hosted at novel_fіre.net
“I don’t know!” Caresius shook his head. “It is only a possibility to summon the monster on the statue, but I think he should not do it because he does not have enough power to control the monster. Summoning it would be just self-destruction.”
Indeed, Voldemort was not one of those fallen Centaurs. He would not foolishly believe in evil spirits and call them out.
In doing so, there was no benefit to Voldemort himself.
The evil gods needed massive amounts of flesh and blood and destruction, and they were enemies of all mankind.
Voldemort needed to rule the wizarding world and even the whole world, and let others submit to him, rather than completely destroy them.
“He should have communicated with the evil god on the statue through some secret technique, reached some agreement or knew something, so he became so anxious,” said Caresius, “Speaking of which, it’s also my fault. When I brought the statue back, I checked it. At that time, there was no power on it. It was just an ordinary wooden statue. I didn’t expect that…”
In the ruins of the fallen Centaurs, Evan had entered the spiritual world created by the evil god.
At the last moment, The Book of Abraham brought the horrible evil god to the seal of the power of the real world, cutting off the connection between the statue and the evil god in the void. The statue had become a common woodcarving.
But as the only thing for the evil god to communicate with the real world, there might be some secrets left on it, which Voldemort discovered.
Similarly, the evil god who had faced successive failures also needed Voldemort’s help to come to the world.
Mutual use should be needed, and finally it would depend on whose means were better.
Evan had previously speculated that Voldemort would join forces with the evil god to become stronger. Now it seemed that things were indeed going in the worst direction. He thought of Professor Trelawney’s prediction last year that Voldemort, who had returned, would gain unimaginable power…
Could it be the power of the evil god?!
It would really exceed the imagination of the world, directly turning Voldemort from the most dangerous Dark wizard in history into a monster.
Voldemort, who had made the Horcruxes, was enough to make Evan and Dumbledore do their best to destroy them.
If he added the power of the evil god, Evan could only pin his hopes on the secret treasure left by the Four Founders.
“Some time ago, he asked my people to look for information left by ancient magicians in relics around the world,” Caresius continued. “They brought him back a lot of ancient tablets full of ancient magic inscriptions. He may have learned something from them. I’m worried…”
“What did your people bring back to Voldemort, don’t you know?!”
“In fact, I really don’t know!” Caresius smiled bitterly, his pale face showed a trace of fatigue. “My ethnic group is not monolithic. How to say … in the face of that guy’s attitude, and in dealing with the fight with other vampire clans, there are many people who think that my approach is a bit too conservative, and they don’t quite agree with it. This time, they took the initiative to contact the Dark Lord…”
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