What the hell is Aragog talking about, follow its children?!

Evan originally thought it was referring to the eight-eyed giant spider that had just sent him here, but the other party didn't follow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, he soon understood what the other party meant, and by the light from the end of his wand, he saw rows of small spiders hurrying through the cracks in the ground......

Evan followed the little spiders and found a hidden cave in the dark corner on the left side of the hall, which was so narrow that it could not be found without paying attention.

He smiled wryly, this was the passage used by an eight-eyed giant spider to pass.

Fortunately, his body is relatively thin and small, and he can barely pass.

If an older wizard or something like Goyle or Crabbe comes, don't even think about it.

Evan placed his wand sideways in front of him, stooping down into the narrow cavern covered in dust and cobwebs.

The passage did not pass directly through the wall, it was winding and rugged, with many forks, like a maze, and it was impossible to tell the specific direction of progress.

Whenever he got lost inside, he took out the bottle containing Aragog.

The clatter of the old spider's claws can summon its children.

In a few moments, several little spiders crawled up to Evan and led him to choose the right path.

After crawling forward like this for about ten minutes, Aven's eyes suddenly brightened.

He emerged from the crack, and it was pitch black in front of him, nothing to be seen, and endless darkness pressed in from all directions, constantly compressing the light at the end of the wand.

Evan felt that his magic had been suppressed, and his effect had been weakened a lot. Invisible pressure came out from the front, and there seemed to be something there......

"Fluorescent flicker!" he recited the spell and took a step back.

Evan stood against the wall, his wand firmly across his chest, holding this position, not worrying about being attacked by anything.

However, nothing happened, and he increased the delivery of mana, and the faint fluorescence at the end of the wand gradually brightened, and soon became dazzling.

Under the bright light, Evan first noticed the walls around him.

Like the topmost passage, it is covered with colorful murals.

Because they were not damaged by the eight-eyed giant spider, these murals are relatively intact.

He glanced at it, and the story on the mural seemed to be a continuation of the previous one, with the evil creature created by the Dark Wizard on it, as well as Salazar Slytherin himself!

On the wall to Aven's left, young Slytherin held his wand high and shot a thick green glow, and he was fighting the monster......

On the wall to the right, Slytherin seemed to have won the battle.

He was standing in front of the strange creature covered in tentacles, seemingly performing a spell that Evan had never seen before, and strange clusters of light floated around his body.

Aven's mind was full of questions, what the hell was Slytherin doing?!

He was still looking at the other murals, and just turned around to see Malfoy lying in the center of the room.

He lay there with a pale face, silent, like an abandoned doll.

Although he didn't really care about Malfoy's life or death, Aven's heart was still jerked up, and he didn't care about anything else, and hurried over.

A voice was telling him that Malfoy was dead......

However, when Evan walked over, he found that he had just fainted, and although his breath was very weak, nothing happened.

Malfoy's expression was at times calm, sometimes painful, as if he were in a nightmare.

Looking at him, he must have been frightened in his dreams, and kept calling his parents' names and Snape's names again.

Through previous contacts, Evan could be sure that the monster that lived on souls could control other people's dreams, making people fall into fear in their sleep and be at its mercy.

This effect is not fatal until it finally collapses and is devoured by the other party, and as for whether Malfoy will have a psychological shadow because of this, Evan doesn't care.

After making sure that Malfoy's soul was not consumed, Evan stopped looking at him.

He looked up and looked around the empty room for the monster, the owner who had whispered in his head, but saw nothing.

The square room was empty, and there was nothing but dust on the floor.

It was so strange that Evan didn't dare to let his guard down, his mind was highly concentrated, and the muscles in his body were tightly tensed.

He increased his mana delivery even further, and the bright light from his wand shone through every corner.

"Lost Lamb, are you looking for me?" a low whisper suddenly sounded.

"Where are you?" shouted Aven, "what the hell are you, revealing your true colors!"

"The stars can dispel the chill to the bone, but the small light in your hand can't dispel the darkness!" whispered, "You are resisting stubbornly, as if you can really change everything, but it is only a futile struggle, you will know!"

As he spoke, the intensity of the light on Aven's wand rapidly decreased......

A powerful magical pressure came at him, and for Aven, it was a completely foreign magic and spell, and he didn't know how to resist it.

The bright light, which was originally as dazzling as the sun, soon turned into a residual candle in the wind, flickering and disappearing, so dim that Lian Aiwen's face could not be illuminated clearly.

"You will understand that no one can escape, not even the Grim Reaper!" a whisper from nowhere continued to echo in Aven's ears, "Only darkness and solitude are eternal, and you will all end up alone, slowly falling into a deep sleep on this land......"

"I'm sorry, I'm not sleepy yet, so I don't want to sleep!" Evan narrowed his eyes and replied directly, "And I think what you've been saying has no value at all, it's really annoying to turn it over and over again!"

In the next second, he suddenly turned around and waved his wand quickly, and with the fastest speed, he sent out three silver-white spells directly above him, like lightning.

Dumbledore had taught him that all magic leaves traces, and if you feel it with your heart, you can find it, and although he can't tell the direction of the whispering sound, can't identify the strange magic used by the other party, and can't crack it, he can sense the source of the other person's magic.

Evan stepped back quickly, looking above his head.

Where it was supposed to be the ceiling, he saw a large circular creature.

Most of its body was deep into the walls, and the exposed parts were not very strange, and the skin of its whole body was dark purple and rough.

The monster's body was extremely large, covered with soft tentacles, and it was constantly wriggling, and it looked very disgusting.

The most striking thing was its eyes, which were blood-red eyes, cold and unforgiving, as if there was not the slightest warmth.

It stared at Evan closely, the darkness in its massive pupils threatening to devour him mercilessly...... (To be continued.) )