The mystery of a thousand years ago has been lifted, but things have become more and more confusing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Through these ancient murals, Evan finally figured out what the enemy he was facing.

However, he found that the questions in his mind did not decrease, but increased.

Regardless, Salazar Slytherin's final behavior was too suspicious. Evan struggled to recall his life, but found that of all known historical sources, only his involvement in the founding of Hogwarts is the most detailed.

There is almost no record of what happened to Slytherin as a teenager and after leaving Hogwarts, and it is as much a mystery as the darkness before him.

Evan looked at the Slytherin locket in his hand glowing with a faint green light, this thing was not only Voldemort's Horcrux, but also hidden even more amazing secrets.

In the darkness, Malfoy let out a low moan of pain that interrupted Aven's thoughts. He turned his head and saw Malfoy lying on the ground with a pained expression, his pale face covered with tiny beads of sweat, and the terrible nightmare seemed to have reached its most critical moment.

Evan knew he had to hurry, and with the help of the Slytherin locket, he could keep going, but Malfoy was about to run out of his way.

If he delays any longer, his soul will be consumed by the nightmare of his sleep.

Evan looked up at the monster above him.

It was shaking its tentacles, its huge eyes fixed on itself and the locket in its hand.

Its gaze was cold and emotionless, as if it were looking at a dead man.

According to the messages left on the rock wall, the monster's ugly, massive body and constantly shaking purple tentacles were all non-existent phantoms.

Above him, only the blood-red eyes were real.

Ever since he entered the stone chamber, Evan had never made eye contact with it.

Each time, he swept it in a hurry.

The disproportionately large eyeballs and the slender pupils above give people a creepy oppression, as if they can evoke the deepest fears hidden inside.

Evan knew he couldn't back down, he forced himself to look into its eyes, and even though it was protected by a green mist in front of him, his spirit was still in a trance.

"Salazar Slytherin......" whispered intermittently.

His tone could be heard in his infinite resentment towards Slytherin.

Even after a thousand years have passed, this resentment has not diminished in the slightest.

"Lost lamb, you are struggling uselessly, you are clinging to your destiny, as if you can really change everything, but you don't know that you are already going astray......"

"Shut up, you've said enough nonsense, and my fate will naturally be in my own hands. Evan replied calmly, "I won't rely on anyone else, let alone trust a monster like you with only eyeballs left." ”

He waved his wand quickly, and the red light flew upwards quickly.

"No!" the terrifying monster let out a piercing scream that hit the soul.

Evan held his breath and took a step back, but the wand in his hand did not pause, and he quickly chanted spells in his mouth, one spell after another aimed at the monster's eyes.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Under Aven's attack, its body was rapidly disintegrating.

The phantom blurred for a moment, and the rough, tattered body finally disappeared. Above Aven's head, only two large white eyeballs were exposed, connected by a pile of rotten flesh made of red veins and muscle fibers, clinging to the ceiling.

On the disproportionately large eyeball, the red that Evan had been seeing only took up a tiny fraction of the eyeball, less than a tenth of the entire eyeball.

"Heir of Slytherin, you must pay for what you have done!" it stared at Evan tightly, its voice growing in strength, "Since you are not willing to give your soul obediently, then I will eat you!"

As soon as it finished speaking, the entire space began to vibrate.

The ground shook, cracks appeared in the rock walls, the murals on them shattered and fell off, and a loud rumbling sound came out of the deepest part of the earth.

The elongated pupils were torn, and the huge eyeballs were split in the middle.

Evan took another step back, looking at the monster in disbelief.

Like the most ferocious of monsters, it had a terrifying aura, with a huge fissure between its two eyeballs covered with long, sharp fangs on the edges, a dense row of barbs on the inside, mucous membranes and endless darkness inward, as if there was no end in sight.

Evan couldn't imagine what this monster was now.

This is only the power of the eye, if its body is here, I am afraid that I will not even have a chance to fight back. And such a powerful, evil monster was defeated thousands of years ago, at the height of its power, by the teenager Salazar Slytherin......

The two eyeballs shook and fell off the rock wall of the ceiling.

They floated in mid-air, opening a large, bloody rift and flying towards Aven.

Evan scrambled backwards, unsure of what kind of magic to use against them, the monster's very existence was beyond his comprehension and common sense.

He waved his wand and cast several spells, but to no avail.

The monstrous monster was getting closer and closer to him, and just when Evan thought that everything was about to end, all the magic power in his body suddenly poured out and poured into the locket box in his hand.

The Slytherin locket floated slowly, the emeralds set on it glowing intensely, and even the strange inscriptions around it glowed a dark gold.

This seemed to be a signal, and a white halo gradually appeared above the rock face.

The door to the stone chamber, which had been closed and closed, suddenly opened, and the Slytherin statue in the hall outside glowed brightly.

The white floats floating inside the cave descend rapidly, like schools of migrating fish in the deep blue sea, and they quickly spin downwards around the Salazar statue.

Silver, green, and golden clusters of light converged towards Aven's location, merging with the green mist around the locket.

Eventually, they converged, and a humanoid phantom appeared in front of Aven.

It was a handsome fifteen-year-old boy dressed in medieval-style wizarding robes, with black jade hair, and holding a pure white wand in his hand.

"Salazar Slytherin......

As soon as Evan recognized him, a whisper rang out from the monster in front of him.

It didn't continue to attack Aven, and turned to look resentfully at Salazar's phantom. (To be continued.) )