Chapter 674: The Vision of Evil
Harry remembered Evan saying that the monster on this twisted and terrible sculpture was a terrible evil god.
It was terrifying creature, from the void, that did not exist in the real world, whose purpose was to destroy all life.
He looked at the statue, which was strange. The last time he saw it, it didn’t react, but now it was shining red.
The flashing red light was like a flame of sin, and Harry’s heart beat every time it flashed.
He had a bad feeling. He felt the most evil breath in the world from the statue...
Harry watched it, of course, it was the man who was watching it.
For a long time, his gaze finally turned to another black chair in front of the chair, where there was a man with a cold face.
"Caresius, I need an explanation!" A cold, harsh voice came from the chair.
"I already told you, my men let him escape because of a mistake!" said Caresius slowly, in an equally cold voice, "I'm sorry, Dark Lord, but he's dead. I hope to not screw up your plan."
"Not this time. My servant took care of him to avoid making things worse," the cold voice said, icy. "But I should probably remind you that I can't tolerate making mistakes again. You should know the basis of our cooperation, now even without your help..."
"Of course, I hope you can remember this, too," said Caresius, as though he did not hear the threat. "In your current state, you can't do anything without my support and help!"
"Really ?!" said the cold voice. "Do you think so?!"
In the middle of the room, the red light of the statue was more frequent, as though something was going to break through the cocoon.
The sharp tip of a wand appeared at the side of the chair, pointing at Caresius.
In the corner, a large snake was swimming slowly, approaching Caresius from behind.
Harry wanted to warn him, but the scar on his forehead was sorely burning, and he could feel the man’s anger...
Strange power surged in his body, followed by piercing pain, as though every nerve were on fire.
The flashing red light on the statue faded away, and the terrible power disappeared. Instead, irrepressible weakness encroached on every cell in his body. Harry could feel it clearly, because he took his wand back.
"Have you been able to use its power?" said Caresius softly, in a tone of undisguised surprise.
"Not yet, but soon," said the cold voice. "It will be mine sooner or later. I am the most powerful in the world."
"Obviously, as you grow stronger, you more evil you become," said Caresius. "The power of that thing is beyond your imagination. You have no idea what you're doing. You're playing with fire. "
"That’s what a weak man would say!"
"Its power is cursed and should not exist in this world."
"Enough, Caresius, don't try to challenge my patience anymore!" The cold voice snapped, changing to a glib tone. "We have the same purpose. I also want to see what my great ancestors left me. By the way, I can help you solve that ridiculous problem, if you don't foolishly seek your own way! "
"As long as you remember your promise, my people and I won't meddle in your affairs."
"Very good," said the cold voice, hissing, "Nagini, you're out of luck. I will not be feeding him to you… but never mind … there is still Harry Potter ..."
The snake also hissed, and Harry could not help but swallow when he saw its tongue fluttering.
The next second, he opened his eyes squinting, and found that he was still lying on a comfortable, soft four-poster bed.
Harry covered his face with his hands. His scar was still burning so badly that his eyes were watering. The pain had been real, not a dream. It had been as vivid as the one that had awoken him on Privet Drive!
Harry even felt that he had entered the illusion and become that man...
"Damn dream!" He murmured and got out of bed.
In the dim light, Harry fumbled for his glasses and looked at the time. It was only five o'clock in the morning.
On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still asleep, snoring slightly, and his clothes were still on the ground.
On the other side, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan had no movement at all and were immersed in their dreams.
Harry felt like there was nothing more ridiculous than that. He had just gone through what was probably the evilest thing in the world, while his roommates were sleeping peacefully in bed.
He rubbed his scar and was not sleepy at all.
Voldemort's power was increasing, he gained power that even the vampire was afraid of, and was about to be killed by him...
Harry felt like he had to do something and tell someone about it, otherwise he would go crazy. He thought of Evan, but the latter should be sleeping now.
Harry shook his head. Sirius had told him what to do if his scar hurt him again, and he was going to follow his advice. He was now going to Dumbledore’s office.
He got up from the bed as fast as he could and put on his coat.
Harry stepped out of the bedroom, thinking about what he had seen in the dream. It was as real as the dream of Privet Drive. He ran over the details in his mind, trying to make sure he could remember them...
He had heard Voldemort blaming Caresius for his fatal mistake, but the vampire was obviously intentional, because those who guarded that man had worked for him, and he felt a strange rage, not because of this man’s death, but because his authority was challenged, and his long-elaborated plan would be destroyed.
Fortunately, the owl had brought good news. The blunder had been repaired, somebody was dead...
Immediately afterwards, the topic shifted to the power that Voldemort was recovering. He was using the statue of the evil god to do evil things, gaining power that should not exist in this world. And then they compromised and reached a consensus again.
And the consensus was that Harry was going to be fed to the snake...
Harry stepped out of the bedroom in contemplation, surprised to see Evan sitting on the sofa in the Common Room, as though waiting for him.
"Harry, you’re going to see Dumbledore?" Evan asked softly, "Just in time, I’m going there too!"
Chapter 674: The Vision of Evil
Harry remembered Evan saying that the monster on this twisted and terrible sculpture was a terrible evil god.
It was terrifying creature, from the void, that did not exist in the real world, whose purpose was to destroy all life.
He looked at the statue, which was strange. The last time he saw it, it didn’t react, but now it was shining red.
The flashing red light was like a flame of sin, and Harry’s heart beat every time it flashed.
He had a bad feeling. He felt the most evil breath in the world from the statue...
Harry watched it, of course, it was the man who was watching it.
For a long time, his gaze finally turned to another black chair in front of the chair, where there was a man with a cold face.
"Caresius, I need an explanation!" A cold, harsh voice came from the chair.
"I already told you, my men let him escape because of a mistake!" said Caresius slowly, in an equally cold voice, "I'm sorry, Dark Lord, but he's dead. I hope to not screw up your plan."
"Not this time. My servant took care of him to avoid making things worse," the cold voice said, icy. "But I should probably remind you that I can't tolerate making mistakes again. You should know the basis of our cooperation, now even without your help..."
"Of course, I hope you can remember this, too," said Caresius, as though he did not hear the threat. "In your current state, you can't do anything without my support and help!"
"Really ?!" said the cold voice. "Do you think so?!"
In the middle of the room, the red light of the statue was more frequent, as though something was going to break through the cocoon.
The sharp tip of a wand appeared at the side of the chair, pointing at Caresius.
In the corner, a large snake was swimming slowly, approaching Caresius from behind.
Harry wanted to warn him, but the scar on his forehead was sorely burning, and he could feel the man’s anger...
Strange power surged in his body, followed by piercing pain, as though every nerve were on fire.
The flashing red light on the statue faded away, and the terrible power disappeared. Instead, irrepressible weakness encroached on every cell in his body. Harry could feel it clearly, because he took his wand back.
"Have you been able to use its power?" said Caresius softly, in a tone of undisguised surprise.
"Not yet, but soon," said the cold voice. "It will be mine sooner or later. I am the most powerful in the world."
"Obviously, as you grow stronger, you more evil you become," said Caresius. "The power of that thing is beyond your imagination. You have no idea what you're doing. You're playing with fire. "
"That’s what a weak man would say!"
"Its power is cursed and should not exist in this world."
"Enough, Caresius, don't try to challenge my patience anymore!" The cold voice snapped, changing to a glib tone. "We have the same purpose. I also want to see what my great ancestors left me. By the way, I can help you solve that ridiculous problem, if you don't foolishly seek your own way! "
"As long as you remember your promise, my people and I won't meddle in your affairs."
"Very good," said the cold voice, hissing, "Nagini, you're out of luck. I will not be feeding him to you… but never mind … there is still Harry Potter ..."
The snake also hissed, and Harry could not help but swallow when he saw its tongue fluttering.
The next second, he opened his eyes squinting, and found that he was still lying on a comfortable, soft four-poster bed.
Harry covered his face with his hands. His scar was still burning so badly that his eyes were watering. The pain had been real, not a dream. It had been as vivid as the one that had awoken him on Privet Drive!
Harry even felt that he had entered the illusion and become that man...
"Damn dream!" He murmured and got out of bed.
In the dim light, Harry fumbled for his glasses and looked at the time. It was only five o'clock in the morning.
On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was still asleep, snoring slightly, and his clothes were still on the ground.
On the other side, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan had no movement at all and were immersed in their dreams.
Harry felt like there was nothing more ridiculous than that. He had just gone through what was probably the evilest thing in the world, while his roommates were sleeping peacefully in bed.
He rubbed his scar and was not sleepy at all.
Voldemort's power was increasing, he gained power that even the vampire was afraid of, and was about to be killed by him...
Harry felt like he had to do something and tell someone about it, otherwise he would go crazy. He thought of Evan, but the latter should be sleeping now.
Harry shook his head. Sirius had told him what to do if his scar hurt him again, and he was going to follow his advice. He was now going to Dumbledore’s office.
He got up from the bed as fast as he could and put on his coat.
Harry stepped out of the bedroom, thinking about what he had seen in the dream. It was as real as the dream of Privet Drive. He ran over the details in his mind, trying to make sure he could remember them...
He had heard Voldemort blaming Caresius for his fatal mistake, but the vampire was obviously intentional, because those who guarded that man had worked for him, and he felt a strange rage, not because of this man’s death, but because his authority was challenged, and his long-elaborated plan would be destroyed.
Fortunately, the owl had brought good news. The blunder had been repaired, somebody was dead...
Immediately afterwards, the topic shifted to the power that Voldemort was recovering. He was using the statue of the evil god to do evil things, gaining power that should not exist in this world. And then they compromised and reached a consensus again.
And the consensus was that Harry was going to be fed to the snake...
Harry stepped out of the bedroom in contemplation, surprised to see Evan sitting on the sofa in the Common Room, as though waiting for him.
"Harry, you’re going to see Dumbledore?" Evan asked softly, "Just in time, I’m going there too!"
