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The fire beasts writhed in the flames, their claws, antennae, and tails snapping, and the eggs of the eight-eyed spiders were burned to ashes, and even the spring water was vaporized.

Evan hurried to the entrance of the passage, and looked back to see a shocking scene.

The entire space was filled with red light, smoke and heat were suffocating, and a greedy and vicious fire beast made of evil fire swooped down on him......

Evan turned and continued to run, smashing the walls of the rocks with his wand as he ran, booming and booming, large pieces of rubble falling to block the passage.

Through the cracks in the rocks, you can still feel the boiling heat. He didn't know how far he had run forward in the rugged cavern, and by the time the blazing heat had died down and the cavern had become cool again, Evan was covered in sweat.

He sat on the floor against the wall, gasping for air.

After resting for a few minutes, he noticed the anomaly around him, and through the dim fluorescence, Evan saw that there seemed to be something painted on the wall directly opposite him.

The old frescoes are very abstract, and many places have been weathered and peeled off. In the mottled and shattered picture is an ornate altar rising from the ground, on which a masked wizard stands, raising his wand aloft as if casting some kind of spell.

In front of the altar was a deep pit, densely filled......

Evan got up and leaned forward, then gasped. On the screen, he saw that the pit was densely packed with all human beings, and they were lying there with painful expressions, looking at the sky in despair, with dotted lines drawn above their heads.

Evan knows that these dotted lines represent souls!

Their souls are being stripped from their bodies, sucked out by the dark wizard above the altar, converging on everything to help him complete an unknown evil spell.

Evan couldn't help but shudder, it was so terrifying, he couldn't imagine what kind of dark magic could use so many people's souls.

Even to make a Horcrux, you only need to kill one person.

The passage was eerie, there was no warm wind from the warm spring water, and the temperature was obviously much lower than the cave outside, and you could even see the mist you breathed out. Only then did Evan realize that he was hundreds of feet underground.

He raised his wand forward, and the fluorescent light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the passage that had not been walked for centuries.

The floor was covered with heavy dust, and the cracked marble walls were flanked.

Like the one in front of Aven, the marble is carved with cruel and evil murals. After the baptism of time, most of the murals have been mutilated, and a few marble slabs have even completely broken to the ground, leaving only traces of destruction by the eight-eyed giant spider.

Looking at these ancient murals, Aven had an illusion.

He wasn't in Aragog's lair, the eight-eyed spider, but in an ancient mystical ruin.

Fear pervades the darkness, as if something unfortunate is about to happen at any moment.

Evan raised his guard and walked along the passage with his wand in hand. As you walk, you carefully observe the surrounding rock walls, and the contents on them are more cruel and evil than the other.

Death is not the end, but only the beginning. In front of the same altar, a hooded dark wizard casts different sorcery, and he tortures the living in different ways, splitting their souls, instilling them back, and being split again.

In addition to this, his experiments also included a variety of inhuman magical creatures.

There are powerful dragons, unicorns, Kemeramon, as well as elves, house-elves, centaurs, but many more are ancient species that Aven has never seen.

The style of the painting is abstract and distorted, and the content of each mural is particularly eerie, with the dark wizard taking different parts from them, the heart of the fire dragon, the blood of the unicorn.....

I don't know how many murals Ivan looked at, but it suddenly dawned on him that these patterns depicted the steps of a complex dark magic cast, including the materials to be prepared.

He sped forward, wanting to see what kind of spell it was.

At the end of the passage, the most crucial murals were destroyed, and the broken stones were scattered all over the ground, and the cyan marble was only marked by the claws of the eight-eyed giant spider, and it was impossible to see what spell the dark wizard had used on it.

Approaching the rock wall that he was caressing with his hand, Ewen could vaguely make out that inside the ornate altar just now, all the souls collected by the dark wizard slowly swirled in mid-air, forming a circular vortex that shone with a strange silver light.

On the mural, these souls wail, roar, twist, and scream......

They are top-down, indoctrinated into a strange object.

He didn't know what it was, but he could only see a spherical blur, with countless thin lines spinning around it, as if something was about to come out of it,

He had the impression that no magical creature would look like this.

In addition, another strange place is that the dark wizard who has been appearing all the time is nowhere to be seen, and I don't know where to preside over the spell.

Evan didn't think much of it, maybe he was in those unrecognizable images.

Now the question is, what exactly does the dark wizard on the mural want to do, and does his evil black magic succeed in the end?

Also, why are these murals in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest?!

Evan took two steps forward, remembering the owner of the muffled whispering voice hidden here, and what it had to do with the murals.

A gust of wind blew, interrupting Aven's thoughts, and at the end of the passage, the ancient frescoes and ruins disappeared again, and in front of Aven was a huge deep pit.

He hastily stopped, and saw Aragog floating in the center of the pit.

Wait, how is it possible to float in the air?!

No amount of the power of the dark arts can transform it into this.

Evan increased the brightness of his wand to illuminate the entire space, and only then did he see a large spider web in front of him. Thin spider silk was firmly glued to the rough rock wall, coiling and converging into a huge hemispherical web, in which the elephant-like Aragog was lying on its stomach.

Beneath the huge spider web, gusts of wind blew upwards from the bottomless pit, but the spider web did not even shake.

Evan raised his wand, and just as he hesitated to pass, he heard Aragog's old, frail voice.

"You're finally here, Hagrid's friend!" it clicked, "I've been waiting for you for a long time since we last met. (To be continued.) )