In the Temple of the Centaurs, Voldemort's roar was still ringing in his ear.
Evan came back to his senses, and felt pain all over his body as if he was about to be torn apart.
He felt as if he had been in the illusion for centuries, but in the real world only a few seconds had passed.
The Philosopher's Stone floating on his chest glowed faintly red, preventing Voldemort from approaching.
What had just happened in the illusion was affecting the real world.
The odour of the evil god had disappeared, and the indescribable monsters it created had also vanished.
Only Voldemort's black smoke was pervasive, but it was also a spent force.
This battle just now quickly consumed Voldemort's strength recovered due to the care from the vampires in recent months.
He was still very weak, relying only on the magic of the unicorn's blood to accumulate a little strength.
After seeing Dumbledore, he was ready to run away.
But just then, the power of the ancient evil creature that had been fighting him suddenly disappeared.
Voldemort roared and flew over to the altar, ready to get the Philosopher's Stone.
"Accio Philosopher's Stone!" Evan shouted, raising his wand with his last strength.
This time, without the hindrance of the evil god, his magic worked.
The Philosopher's Stone slowly floated, bypassing Voldemort and quickly flew over to him.
"NO!" Voldemort screamed. "Caresius, STOP HIM! STOP HIM!"
His current body and black magic could not touch Evan under the protection of the pure magic of the Philosopher's Stone.
Not far away, Caresius and the rest of the vampires were fighting Dumbledore.
Voldemort's piercing roar was just falling, and the space next to Evan's body was twisted, and the vampire's figure appeared eerily.
After fighting the indescribable creatures of the evil spirit and Dumbledore, he now looked flustered.
But his breathing was fairly steady and there were no scars on his body.
Caresius held his wand and stared at the Philosopher's Stone that was flying over.
Evan's heart sank sharply. He was powerless and Dumbledore was still badgered with five vampires.
No one could stop Caresius from getting the Philosopher's Stone. After all these efforts, Voldemort succeeded!
Just as he thought so, the magic that Caresius was about to cast suddenly stopped.
The pause was short, probably for only a second, without any sign.
In fact, besides Evan, who was right below, no one perceived anything unusual.
Evan clearly saw that the wand Caresius was waving had visibly stopped for a second.
It was a crucial second. Under Voldemort's roar, the Philosopher's Stone flew into Evan's hand.
Instantly, the bright red mist spread outward with Evan as its center, and the two broken pieces of the Philosopher's Stone were fusing.
Evan had no time to think about what was going on, he felt a powerful magic erupting.
Under the influence of this magic, the curse left by Voldemort in his body quickly dissipated.
"Remember, you owe us one!" Caresius's low voice rang in Evan's ear.
He shook his black cloak, and his body disappeared from Evan's side again, leaving a black magic swirl in the air.
Evan couldn't believe it. This vampire was helping him. Wasn't he Voldemort's ally?!
This was the last thought in Evan's mind. He didn't understand what was going on.
In the dim light, he saw Caresius appear at the altar and pick up the statue of the evil god.
Voldemort was still roaring, and Evan couldn't hear what he was saying.
He only felt a strong black smoke rushing towards him, and he fainted under the strong impact.
This time, Evan did not feel the darkness, nor did he enter the absurd and strange dream.
His regained consciousness and he found himself lying in a space full of golden red light.
The light came from two objects of different sizes in the sky, which were slowly merging together, becoming one.
It was the Philosopher's Stone. Its light was like the sunshine at noon in winter, warm on the body and very comforting.
If it was possible, Evan would've wanted to stay here forever.
He didn't know how long he'd been here. He felt cold water dripping on his face.
Drop by drop, as if someone were crying.
Evan heard a low cry, but he didn't know who it was.
He blinked and saw a pair of bright brown eyes.
How strange! They seemed to be Hermione's eyes.
It must be an illusion. How could Hermione be here?!
But it was true that Evan really missed Hermione and wanted to see her.
This separation of more than a month felt more like it lasted a century.
He subconsciously reached out and hugged Hermione tightly, in a moment of softness.
Everything was so real! If it was not a dream, how good it would be!
The next second, Evan heard Hermione's muffled cry, and he blinked hard again.
In front of him, Hermione's surprising smiling face gradually appeared, with tears on it.
"Evan, you finally woke up!" said Hermione.
Getting suddenly caught off guard by Evan, she looked very embarrassed.
But she was soon immersed in the joy of Evan's waking. She leaned down and hugged him tightly.
"What on earth is going on?!" Evan stared at Hermione.
Feeling the warmth and heartbeat of the girl, he realized that he was not dreaming.
He hugged Hermione tightly and didn't let go.
He couldn't tell why this feeling was so good!
It took a long time for them to separate slowly.
"Hermione, why are you here?" Evan hurriedly asked, "Where am I now?"
"This is your own bedroom. Mrs. Mason has just gone downstairs." Hermione said with delight. "I received a letter from Dumbledore yesterday. He asked me if I would like to come and take care of you. He thought it would be better for you to be accompanied by someone now. Your parents agreed, and I happen to have time, so…"
Hermione turned red and her voice became lower and lower.
Evan already knew what she wanted to say. His heart was full of joy and happiness that she could come to be with him.
"What's going on, why am I in my own home?" he asked softly.
"Well, Dumbledore said in his letter that other professors had intended to send you to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, but he thought you'd better come back here." Hermione and Evan separated, "Of course, they have checked you out, and you have no problems now. The Curse has been broken!"
Evan felt that Slytherin's Locket on his chest was obviously a lot heavier, and he opened it.
The restored Philosopher's Stone was quietly placed inside, with bright red soft light, like the purest gemstone.
Just touching it with his hand and he could feel the magic.