"Sell?!How could I do that, I won't sell it for the rest of my life. Ron said, "I just want to convert it into gold so I can know exactly what it's worth, you know what I mean? You're an expert at that, Aven, help me estimate the price, you know, I rarely touch such valuable magical items." ”

"If I had to bid, I'd pay 10,000 gold Galleons for this lights-out!" said Evan perfunctorily, trying to inject magic into the statue of the evil god in his hand, "Of course, no one will sell it for this price, so it's just a theoretical price, and Dumbledore ...... it"

What was said later, Evan couldn't remember.

As his magic entered the statue of the evil god, he felt his thoughts drift out of his body, following the magic into it.

At this moment, his mind, his soul, his senses, everything and magic fused into one.

Aven's magic carried these things from the top one-eyed position of the statue into the statue, and through the statue of the evil god, it was as if he was being stuffed into a narrow rubber tube, and the pressure was pressing on him from all sides.

Driven by his magic, he flowed like a liquid down a non-existent pipe.

Onward, onward!

Evan really entered the statue, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger!

Just as he was about to run out of breath, his eyes suddenly opened up, the pressure disappeared, and he walked through the statue of the evil god and entered it.

Inside the statue is a world of mist, and the white mist covers everything, and there is no end in sight.

Aven's magic formed a golden arc that followed the established trajectory, streaking over the fog and extending deeper.

His mind followed the magic forward, and as he went deeper, Aven looked around curiously.

Although the surrounding space is monotonous, it is full of mystery, like a dream, real and unreal exist at the same time at this moment, a bit like the feeling of waking up in a sleep, Evan can feel his body, hear Ron on the bed next to him talking, but his consciousness is immersed in the mist in front of him.

He could feel something, something hidden in the deepest part of the fog?

Evan wanted to go deeper and explore, but at that moment, the whole world began to shake violently, and his mind returned to reality.

Evan opened his eyes and saw Ron shaking his body vigorously in front of him.

"Don't shake, Ron!"

"Are you alright, Aven?" Ron asked nervously, "something was wrong with you, I was asking you how much the Twin Snake Staff and the Gryffindor Sword were worth, but you didn't answer, as if you were asleep, I initially thought you were asleep, but I turned around and saw the statue glowing in your hand...... I realized that something was wrong, I really don't know what to do, if you don't wake up again, I'll call someone, fortunately you're awake, isn't it...... What did that dark wizard-turned-monster do to you?!"

Accustomed to that ethereal state just now, Evan felt that his body was heavy now.

He only felt a wave of vertigo and some nausea.

Ron's voice was ringing in his ears, and it felt a bit like the discomfort of an apparition.

Ron was still there describing his sobriety, Evan shook his head, sat up, raised his voice and said, "I'm fine, Ron, not the despicable Helbo, I just tried to gather the magic on the statue and found that the statue connected to a strange space, and my mind entered it with the magic." ”

"You say there's a strange space in this statue? What's in it?"

"Nothing but fog!" Evan muttered as he stared at the statue in his hand, "I think...... This statue ...... It is possible to cross spaces directly. ”

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand ......?"

Ron stopped suddenly, and there was a creaking sound downstairs.

"What sound?"

"Probably Charlie, while Mom was asleep, secretly let her hair grow back back. Ron said uncertainly, looking up at the courtyard outside the window, looking nervous, "It's all at that, why hasn't Harry come back yet?"

Aven also looked up, and in the dark night, the tent in the garden emitted a faint orange light.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, suddenly a figure swayed, and someone appeared from the darkness and walked to the tent.

Strange, who is looking to come to the Burrow at this time?!

"Look, Aven, who's coming!" Ron said, hurrying closer to the window, "it's Lupin, what is he doing so late?"

"Maybe there's something. Evan said, too, saw the visitors clearly.

Lupin's expression was serious, which was indeed a bit strange.

Evan suddenly had a bad feeling that something really wasn't going to happen.

Lupin slipped into Sirius's tent, and soon Harry was driven out of it.

He seemed to be protesting something with Sirius and Lupin.

"Let's go down and have a look!" said Aven, putting away the statue of the evil god.

"No, the footsteps of the two of us will wake up Mommy. "Trust me, she'll lose her temper if she finds out we're running around outside without sleep." The groom's mother brutally killed five people, which would make the whole wedding a bit ......"

"Don't talk about it, Ron, go from here, and Mrs. Weasley won't find out. Evan said, opening the window and jumping straight out.

Ron looked at him in surprise, his mouth wide open.

The three people who were arguing in the garden also listened, and looked at Evan who fell from the sky in amazement.

In the air, Evan fell straight down.

He flicked his wand sharply, and his body floated out in an arc, landing firmly beside Harry.

"This hand levitation is beautiful, Aven!" Sirius admired.

"Thanks, what's going on?"

"It's not a big deal...... Lupin hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Well, it's nothing to tell you, it's Scrimthour, we got the news that he had gathered all the Aurors after returning to the Ministry of Magic from the Burrow in the afternoon, and was working on a plan to attack Malfoy Manor, planning to act tomorrow morning. ”

"Scrimgeour is going to fight Voldemort!" Harry said in surprise.

"He seems to have this idea. ”

"Yes, he finally didn't plan to stalemate. Sirius snorted heavily.

"But against Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic has no chance of winning. Evan frowned and said, "Scrimgeour knows this, why would he do that?"

"Who knows, maybe he's crazy! or something that spurred him here in the afternoon!"

"What did you say this afternoon? I heard that Scrimgeot sent you Dumbledore's relics, is there something in them?" asked Lupin.