Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Heavy fires rage, devouring everything they touch.

The firebeasts swept in flames, their claws, tentacles and tails swinging in cracks, and the spider eggs of the octave spider were burned to ashes and even the spring water was evaporated.

Ivan rushed to the entrance of the tunnel and turned around to see a striking scene.

Red light, smoke and heat waves suffocate all over the space, greedy, fierce fires made up of evil fires pouring against him...

Ivan turned around and continued to flee, smashing the walls of the rock with his wand, bursting, and falling large pieces of gravel blocked the passage.

Rolling waves can still be felt through the cracks of the rock. In the rugged, winding cave, he didn't know how far forward he was, and when the hot heat disappeared and the cave cooled down again, Ivan was covered in sweat.

He sat on the floor leaning against the wall and gasped heavily for his breath.

After a few minutes of rest, he noticed the anomalies around him, and through the dark fluorescence, Ivan saw something painted on the wall directly opposite him.

Ancient murals are very abstract and many places have weathered off. In the broken images of the spots was a flat, gorgeous altar, and a masked wizard stood on top of it, lifting his wand high as if he were casting some sort of spell.

In front of the altar is a deep pit filled with dense and numb...

Ivan climbed up and pulled forward and sucked in a breath of cold air. On the scene, he saw the dense and numb crowd of humans in this deep pit, and they lay there in pain, looking desperately at the sky, painting a dashed line above their heads like nothing else.

Ivan knows that these dotted lines represent the soul!

Their souls are being stripped from their bodies, sucked away by the dark wizards on the altar and gathered together to help him complete an unknown evil spell.

Ivan couldn't help but shudder, which was too horrible to imagine what kind of black magic would use so many people's souls.

Even making a soul apparatus only kills one person.

The shady winds in the passage, with no hot spring water, are obviously much lower than the caves outside, and you can even see the fog you breathe out. Ivan realized that he was a few hundred feet below ground.

He lifted the wand forward, dissipating the darkness with fluorescence, illuminating passages that no one had walked through for centuries.

The ground is covered with heavy dust, with cracked marble walls on both sides.

Like this one in front of Evan, the marble is engraved with brutal and evil murals. After years of baptism, most of the murals have become incomplete, with several marble slabs even completely smashed to the ground, leaving only traces of destruction by octave spiders.

Looking at these ancient murals, Ivan has an illusion.

He is now not in the nest of the octagonal giant spider Aragok, but in an ancient mysterious ruin.

Fear is spreading in the dark, as if something unfortunate was going to happen at any moment.

Ivan became more vigilant and walked forward along the aisle with his wand. Look carefully at the surrounding rock walls as you walk, one by one compared to a cruel, evil one.

Death is not the end, it is the beginning. In front of the same altar, the black wizard with the hood exercised different sorcery. He tortured the living in different ways, splitting their souls apart, instilling them back, and being split up again.

In addition, his experiments included a wide variety of non-human magic organisms.

There are powerful firedragons, unicorns, Guest Marais, fairies, little elves, horseman, but more are ancient species that Ivan has never seen before.

The painting is abstract and distorted, the content of each mural is extraordinarily bizarre, the Black Wizard takes different parts from them, the heart of the Fire Dragon, the blood of the Unicorn.....

Not knowing how many murals to look at, Ivan suddenly realized that the patterns depicted a complex step of applying dark magic, including the application materials to be prepared.

He speeded up and wanted to see what kind of spell it was.

At the end of the tunnel, the most critical murals were destroyed, the fragmented stones scattered all over the place, and only traces of the massive cheeky redrawing of the octavean giant spider were found on the green marble, and it was impossible to see what magic was used by the black wizard on them.

Ivan approached the rock wall touched by his hand and was able to discern in a rare way that, inside that gorgeous altar just now, all the souls gathered by the Dark Wizard were slowly spinning halfway through the sky, forming a circular vortex, flashing a strange silver-colored light.

On the mural, these souls howl, roar, twist, scream...

They are instilled in a strange object from the top down.

He didn't know what it was, he could only see a blurry clump of spheres, and countless thin lines revolved around it, as if something was going to drill out of it.

In his impression, no magical creature would look like this.

Apart from that, the other strange thing is that the dark wizards that have been around just now are missing, and they don't know where to preside over the spell.

Ivan didn't think much, maybe he was in those images that he couldn't recognize anymore.

The question now is, what exactly is the dark wizard on the mural trying to do, and did his sinister dark magic succeed in the end?

And why are these murals in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest?!

Evan took two steps forward and remembered the owner of the low whispering voice hidden here, what does it have to do with these murals?

A shady wind broke Ivan's thought, and at the end of the tunnel, ancient murals and relics disappeared again, a huge pit in front of Ivan.

He hastily stopped and saw Aragok floating in the centre of the pit.

Wait, how could it be floating in the sky?!

No more powerful dark magic can transform it into this.

The brightness of Avenger's wand illuminates the entire space, making it clear that a giant web of spiders lies ahead. The fine spider silk adheres securely to the rough rock wall, wrapped around a giant hemispherical web, with the elephant Aragok lying in the center of the web.

Under the giant web of spiders, a gust of shadows blew up from the deep, bottomless pit, but the web didn't even shake.

With his wand in his arms, Ivan heard Aragokna's old, weak voice as he hesitated to pass.

“You're finally here, Hagrid's friend!” It clicks and clicks and says, "I've been waiting for you for a long time since we last met. ”