Chapter 368: Obtaining the Gryffindor treasure key

Ivan was silent. If this guy was a demon or Gryffindor, he wanted to get up and beat the crap out of him.

For a good time, this guy was definitely taking him through hell!

In the illusion, he was almost going crazy, while Gryffindor was having fun on the sidelines, and all the centaur warriors, fire dragons, and the evil god were being cheered on by him.

He was like a puppet, struggling in the world he created.

"Don't be angry!" said Gryffindor with a smile. "In fact, the scene you just saw was not entirely illusory. The fallen Centaurs used magic to absorb my remaining power, attempting to summon the evil god of the void. At that moment, I had a conversation with him. How to describe that experience? I can only say that it was very interesting..."

Communicating with the spherical monster, Ivan could not see what it meant.

"What I showed you, was what he tried to instill in me." The Gryffindor's expression turned serious. "In fact, it's far more horrible than what you just saw. If you find it later, be careful not to be careless."

"I know!" Ivan said angrily, still not relaxing his vigilance.

"Ha ha, you're right to have this impulse!" Gryffindor took a few steps forward and waved at Ivan. "Since you understand, then I have nothing to worry about! Your friends should be anxiously waiting outside, we'd better not waste any time."

"Wait a minute!" Ivan shouted in a hurry.

Whatever he told him, in fact, he still had a lot of questions to ask him.

Gryffindor stood there smiling, as if waiting for Ivan to ask him his questions, but his body started to become transparent and began to disappear.

As in the previous Hogwarts room, the whole space began to fragment.

Ivan opened his mouth, but made no sound.

"If you want to know the magic that the heir of Slytherin left in the Philosopher's Stone, the quickest way is to take it directly. Don't run away from your destiny. This is another challenge I leave you." The Gryffindor's voice flashed, "Goodbye, Ivan!"

The next second, with a bang, countless pieces of debris shattered and scattered.

Everything in front of Ivan disappeared.

The debris glowed silver and blue, and he returned to the real world.

As the cold night wind blew, Ivan realized that he was also standing on top of the statue.

Below him, Sirius, Harry, Ron, Ron, Hermione, Magorian and the eldest of the centaurs looked as small as toothpicks.

Because he was too tall, he had an attack of dizziness and hurriedly looked away.

He felt as if he were at the gates of heaven, with countless stars shining all around him, as if he could reach out and touch them.

In the distance, the huge silhouette of Hogwarts Castle loomed.

He heard a shout and Harry and the others were shouting his name.

Ivan looked down again and saw Hermione waving at him.

Since he was too loud, he couldn't hear what they were saying.

After Hermione's gesture, Ivan turned his head and saw the Key to the Secret Treasure that Gryffindor had left behind. The Philosopher's Stone fragment glowed red not far away.

He hesitated a moment and slowly rose to his feet.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ivan felt his body shiver, and he half crouched hurriedly to keep his balance.

Between the platform where he stood and the Philosopher's Stone, there was a narrow stone passageway. so high above the ground, walking through this narrow passageway was like walking across a single wooden bridge, but below it was not a turbulent river, but a vast night sky.

Needless to say, this must be a Gryffindor pastime again.

Ivan held his breath and walked cautiously forward.

He slowly reached the Philosopher's Stone, which, as Gryffindor had shown him, was covered in gold markings and had jagged edges.

Ivan could feel the powerful magic from above, but he still hesitated.

He wasn't sure what magic Voldemort had left behind, and he saw no difference apart from the crack that had been cruelly made by the evil spirit, proving that the Stone had experienced the unimaginable.

The Philosopher's Stone glowed red, and there was no trace of magic left in it.

Ivan hesitated, unsure if he should touch it.

He tried to use his wand to cast light on the Philosopher's Stone and cast his own detection and defense spells, but nothing happened.

He couldn't stay there forever. In the words of the Gryffindor, no matter what, he had to accept the magic left by Voldemort and then look for solutions.

Maybe Professor Trelawney's prophecy was meant to be true!

Ivan felt uncomfortable thinking that he might be the one chosen by Voldemort, who would help him gain power beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He felt a chill in his body, as if his insides were turning to ice.

Ivan hesitated. Maybe this time it would take courage instead of reason. It was madness to get the Philosopher's Stone knowing that there was obviously something wrong with it.

But in any case, it was something he couldn't escape.

The next second, Ivan reached out and held the red Philosopher's Stone in his hand. It was cold.

Powerful magic entered his body along the palm of his hand, and Ivan felt warmth. The magic he had just consumed in the illusion was instantly restored.

His magic continued to grow, swiftly and frighteningly.

On the platform at the top of the Moon Temple, everyone was watching Ivan's movements in the sky, and everyone was cheering when they saw him holding the Philosopher's Stone.

"The human colt has succeeded!" Magorian's arrogant face was full of surprise. "After a thousand years, someone could pass that mighty test!"

"Well, you should know that now, he's my student! He's naturally the best!" Sirius looked proudly at the Centaur, a smug grin on his face.

"Ivan succeeded, I knew it!" Harry clapped loudly, shook his hands and was sincerely happy for his friend.

"He's the best, we all believe in him." Hermione breathed a sudden sigh of relief and wiped her eyes. A moment ago, Ivan suddenly disappeared from her sight. She didn't know what had happened and burst into tears.

"Yes, he's the best!" Ron followed him. His gaze was complicated and he kept thinking about the powerful magical object left by Gryffindor.

He suddenly realized that the gap between him and Ivan was widening.

Perhaps he would never close this gap in his life.

Ron couldn't tell what he was thinking. He admitted that, at first, he really did envy Ivan, but as the gap grew wider, the envy was fading.

Maybe that was what he had to do now; be sincerely happy for his friend!