That night, Evan had been thinking about it repeatedly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With an irrepressible excitement deep within him, he broke into the eight-eyed spider's lair to fight them, kill Aragog, prove his strength to the centaurs, gain their approval, and pass the final test in one fell swoop, obtaining the items left behind by Gryffindor.

Boys are often full of blood, and they are always happy to take risks and fight.

The same is true for Aven, although he is not as enthusiastic as Harry and Ron, but he has been preparing for this for several months, and even prepared a few dark arts for this purpose, just to find a feasible way to enter the lair of Aragog.

Now everything is solved, and all that remains is fighting.

Evan shook the wand he had placed under his pillow, and made up his mind.

By the time he had fallen asleep, he found himself standing in front of the massive crypt of Alagog again.

In front of him was the misty hemispherical spider web and the cold, damp air.

He shuddered heavily, still unfiguring out what was going on.

In Aven's last impression, he was still lying on his warm and comfortable bed, how could he suddenly come to this place, to the depths of the Forbidden Forest?!

Evan raised his guard, and he heard a strange voice, as if someone was talking next to him.

In the next second, Evan heard clearly, and in the crypt in front of him, a deep voice was calling to him. The voice seemed to come from the depths of the unknown earth in the endless darkness, whispering so constantly that it was impossible to hear what was being said.

Ai Wen shook his head, this was obviously the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider, but there was not a single eight-eyed giant spider around.

Except for the whispers in my ears, there was silence in the dark Forbidden Forest, everything was so weird.

He followed the voice and descended a gentle slope into the dark lair, and behind the hemispherical giant spider web, he saw an ancient, mysterious cyan stone gate with a vague sign on it.

If he wasn't sure that he came from a Muggle family without any magical tradition or talent, Evan would now even be beginning to wonder if he had prophetic blood, and if one of the ancestors of his body was a legendary sage or foreseeer.

Because the dream was so clear, so clear that it was frightening.

Evan didn't know what was waiting for him behind the door, and he wanted to ask Aragog, but the giant spider was nowhere to be seen.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, if it's just a dream......" Evan muttered quietly, concentrating on the magic fluctuations around him.

He didn't immediately open the stone door in front of him, but remembered an old magic book he had read recently, and the strange magic on it.

Evan suddenly had a suspicion that perhaps he had been on the night of months earlier, the night he had gone to track Peter Pettigrew and kill Aragog's lair, and his actions had caught the attention of some unknown creature in Aragog's lair.

Everything I see now is a fantasy, and its essence is still my own dream.

Unlike the prophecy, this dream was the powerful, unknown creature in the depths of the cave, the director who was below the sound of the voice, wishing to see it, and the images and information in front of it were what it wanted to pass on to itself.

Thinking of this, Evan suddenly shuddered.

Being able to cast this unbelievable illusion spell and continue to affect him for several months meant that the unknown creature's magical prowess was even stronger than Dumbledore's. Perhaps, this is also the reason why, Dumbledore did not find it hiding in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

A magical creature or wizard more powerful than Dumbledore......

Evan didn't dare to think about it any longer, he didn't know who the other party was, he didn't know what it wanted to do, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Perhaps, this is why Aragog's strength extends far beyond the limits of the eight-eyed giant spider species, and the owner of this voice is the source of its power.

Now, it is calling to itself, not its servants, what the hell is it trying to do......

The more Evan thought about it, the more frightened he became, combined with his knowledge of magic and the few magic books he had read recently, he felt that his conjecture just now was very likely, a terrifying unknown creature was affecting him through magic.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the other party is trapped in the lair of Alagog for some reason, sealed behind this ancient stone door and unable to get out.

Extremely demanding conditions must be met before it can be released.

Curiosity kills the cat, Evan put away his curiosity that had just risen, he subconsciously took a step back, his inner instinct told him that no matter what was inside, what he needed to do now was to stay away, even in the illusion of a dream, he had to stay away from the stone door in front of him, away from the lair of Aragog, away from the owner of this voice.

Otherwise, he will encounter even more difficult opponents and endless troubles than Voldemort.

There's always a way for the centaurs, and you don't have to risk the unknown to kill Aragog and get in touch with an ancient and mysterious magical creature.

Just as Evan made up his mind to leave, the cyan stone door in front of him suddenly opened.

The low whisper grew clearer, and Evan seemed to hear what the other was saying. Immediately after, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes looking at him from behind the stone gate, these eyes were too huge, a little outrageous, and there was no emotion in them.

Beneath the blood-colored eyes lies a suffocating darkness, and ......

Aivan's eyes widened, he hurriedly raised the wand in his hand, and before he could cast the spell, everything in front of him began to blur, and he woke up from his sleep.

Evan sat on his bed, panting violently, covered in cold sweat.

It was close to three o'clock in the second half of the night, and he felt as if he had just had a terrible nightmare, but it was so strange that he couldn't think of anything.

The bedroom was quiet, and Evan was thirsty, so he got out of bed as quietly as he could, and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window. He tried to recall the contents of the dream he had just had, but he couldn't even remember the slightest thing, and could only vaguely feel that the dream had something to do with Aragog's lair.

Evan shook his head, trying not to think about it.

He thought he was just too excited, excited for the upcoming fight.

He took a sip of water and looked out the window, the playground was silent, not a single wind blew the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and the beating willow was motionless, looking innocent.

"Either way, just go to Aragog's lair and you'll find out!" Evan muttered to himself.

Perhaps it was self-soothing that helped, and he felt somewhat relieved, put down the glass and went back to his bed and fell asleep again.

This time, he slept very deeply and did not dream of anything again. (To be continued.) )