Chapter 424: Voldemort

Voldemort also wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone. Ivan felt he had heard more bad news today than he had in a whole year. Things had gone far beyond control.

"Deep within the Temple, the ancient centaurs left powerful magic." Caresius continued. "We have to gather enough flesh and blood to break it."

No doubt this ancient dark magic was incredibly evil and cruel.

Voldemort and the vampires might not care about this. They didn't care about the lives of others, but Ivan doubted they knew what they were doing.

Collecting enough flesh and blood to break the magic was also the first step in summoning the evil spirit, and Ivan was delivering half the Philosopher's Stone he needed to their doorstep.

By then, all the conditions for summoning the arrival of the evil spirit of terror into this world would be fulfilled.

Without someone of Gryffindor's caliber around, no one should be able to stop him.

Ivan shuddered as he recalled the horrible scene when the evil god was summoned. It was on an apocalyptic level.

It was too terrible. Peace in the wizarding world would be shattered. A war was coming that would sweep the world, and this time, the wizards would have to face monsters never seen in a millennium.

Even if they went against such a creature, the loss of life would be unimaginable.

This must never happen, but Ivan could do nothing.

Considering his current situation, he simply could not stop it.

First, Voldemort, and the vampires did not believe what he said and worked with him.

Second, Ivan couldn't say he had the Philosopher's Stone.

It was not wise to face Voldemort, the vampires, and the evil god head-on, and if Dumbledore did not arrive in time, the wisest choice for Ivan would be to flee.

But the problem now was that he couldn't leave Sirius.

Under the influence of magic, Sirius's body floated slowly by his side.

He followed Ivan forward and didn't look like he would wake up any time soon.

The only good news was that after a simple treatment, his breathing was much smoother than before and he was out of the danger zone.

The group of people walked through the spacious hall and came to a locked secret chamber at the end.

Caresius was no longer speaking. He shook off his black cloak and walked neatly to the front of the team, as if he had nothing to do with Ivan.

In the back, more than a dozen vampires pointed their wands at Ivan, watching him greedily.

Ivan gasped and entered the Secret Chamber, with a growing sense of unease in his heart.

It was the chamber he had seen in the stone basin of prophecy made by Nicolas Flamel with alchemy, where all the evil and horrible crimes were about to take place.

In the center of the chamber was a magical barrier that glowed with green light.

It divided the whole chamber into two parts, preventing people from crossing it.

Inside, Ivan could vaguely see the skeletons of dozens of fallen centaurs.

They were scattered on the floor, assuming the positions he had seen them take in the illusion of summoning the evil spirit.

In front of the centaur skeletons, there was a Philosopher's Stone emitting a soft red light.

It was placed on top of an altar, next to the ugly statue of an evil god like the root of a tree.

In the air, large amounts of flesh and blood gathered after emerging from the pool of blood.

They passed through the barrier and circled around the bones of the fallen centaurs to build their bodies.

Ivan saw a fallen centaur recovering from a pile of white bones and assuming a prayer posture.

Besides the fact that it lacked vitality, it didn't look a bit like it had been dead for hundreds of years.

It looked very much alive, and knowing how it got that way made it that much creepier.

Outside the green barrier, stood the vampire Ivan had seen last night.

At that moment, he was facing everyone in a strange stance.

"Caresius, you keep surprising me!" The cold voice suddenly rang out, "Look at that, Sirius Black and a Hogwarts student!"

The strong vampire turned slowly, and Ivan was horrified to see that where there should have been a back to the vampire's head, there was a face.

This was the face that would not appear in the most horrible of nightmares. It was chalk white with glowing red eyes and nose slits, like a snake.

This was VOLDEMORT!!!!

After Quirrell, it stuck to someone else's head again.

Ivan stared and would have screamed, but he couldn't make a sound.

He had imagined many scenarios of the first time he would meet Voldemort, but he never expected this! Things were simply terrible.

Adding the greedy glances of the vampires around him, the closer he got to Voldemort, the snake bracelet on Ivan's wrist began to itch and his magic gradually spread.

He quickly hid his right hand behind his back, hoping Voldemort wouldn't spot him.

"You're surprised to see me, aren't you?" Voldemort whispered, "I've disappeared for thirteen years. Perhaps you have forgotten me. As the greatest wizard of all time, only shadow and vapor remain. I only have form when I share the body of another, but I have never forgotten..."

Voldemort looked at Ivan with a grim smile on his face.

"Voldemort is invincible, you think you will succeed, but your puny spells cannot kill me." He said maliciously, "Soon, when the magic left here by the ancient centaurs is broken, I will be able to restore my strength, recreate a body of my own, and even become more powerful. When that time comes, I will return to Hogwarts and take back everything that belonged to me..."

"You can't do anything!" Ivan shouted. "Don't think I don't know that, Dumbledore and Harry defeated you two years ago!"

Ivan took a step back and clenched his wand in his hand.

"Harry Potter?!" Voldemort's voice grew colder. "He's not a savior at all - he's nothing before power!"

"Harry has a power you will never understand. You have no chance of winning. You can't beat him at all." Ivan said as he walked away.

He was trying to anger Voldemort to distract him from the curse on him and leave him enough time to look for opportunities.

Before them, the magic left by the fallen centaurs could break at any moment.

The light in the green barrier was growing dimmer and dimmer, like a candle in the wind.

With massive amounts of flesh and blood, most of the centaurs inside had recovered their bodies. They could be seen more and more clearly as they assumed various postures and stood in front of the summoning ceremony.

The whispers of the evil god grew louder and louder, as if he was about to come to this world.