Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Curved uppercase letter S, the Slytherin family's distinctive crest. For thousands of years in the history of magic, this ancient family of pureblooded wizards has had a profound impact on the course and development of the magical world, the most prestigious of which are Salazar Slytherin.

Undoubtedly, he is a great wizard, but also the craziest.

“Damn, I should have thought of that old lunatic Salazar Slytherin, but who else would have left something so dangerous near Hogwarts. ”

Evan suddenly thinks about Salazar Slytherin's past…

Now that he can leave a snake monster in the secret chamber of the castle, hiding some other strange dark creature in the forbidden forest is not impossible.

Although Ivan believes Saracha herself has no malice towards Hogwarts.

But his dark personality, his obsession with black magic and his research, is in itself extremely dangerous.

“After another decade, we finally destroyed all the statues in the cave!” Click-click, after describing in detail what the statues looked like, Aragok said slowly, "I remember the night after the last statue was destroyed, the nest * * had a big earthquake, like the end of the world, and everything was shaking, the rock walls began to crumble, the ground recessed, the spring gushed from the ground and finally formed this deep pit in front of me..."

Ivan's weakness over his forehead, Salazar Slytherin and that unknown dark creature are enough for a headache, and these eight-eyed giant spiders are uninspiring. Those statues are clearly the magic of Salazar's layout, and their effect is most likely to be to seal this unknown evil creature deep beneath the ground, hiding it from the outside world.

And these eight-eyed giant spiders, in 10 years, were born hard to destroy the foundation of this sealing magic in the most primitive and rude way...

If Salazar knew the spells he was proud of and was actually cracked in this way by a bunch of inferior inhuman magic creatures, he would surely be angry to find them.

“From then on, as long as I fell asleep here, I could hear a voice whispering to me. It tells me that it is the god in charge of death and eternity that can be redeemed only by believing in it and dedicating his soul.” Click-click, Aragok's strange voice echoes in the dark cave, "I don't believe it, unlike you humans, the octave spider doesn't need redemption. But I was very old, and by the time I counted the lives of the octave spiders, I could have died at any moment. I started falling asleep more and more often. In my sleep, that voice promised to make me stronger and even escape death, which was a deal..."

“Since it's a deal, what does it need you to do?” Ivan asked.

“It needs sacrifices, so many sacrifices, and it needs the soul of living beings to restore strength.” Aragok said, "I ordered my children to bring back live prey and throw it into this pit, where they died alone in desperate darkness and their souls were devoured by it. In return, it instilled power into me in my sleep, a dark force that the Octavian spider loves to keep me alive. I don't want to die, it helped me fulfill my wish. I never told anyone about this, not even Hagrid, who thought I had lived so long under his careful care..."

Aragok seemed tired and silent for a long time.

Ivan didn't rush either, and he could imagine a picture like this.

Year after year, day after day, in order to continue Aragok's life, the octopus dragged animals caught from the forbidden forest deep underground to this place.

The prey thought it could escape the fate of the slaughtered encroachment, but the reality was even more brutal.

They are trapped in this place and gradually plunged into despair in endless darkness.

There is no food, no light, no hope.

As soon as you get into your sleep, the low whispers keep echoing in your ears, driving them crazy.

They woke up, panicked and tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

They persist in not sleeping, but their spirits become more depressed and distorted.

Like the murals carved on the rock walls behind them, accompanied by fear, they were chestnuts in the dark, their souls tormented and they were whizzing silently.

I don't know when the prey started believing the whispering voice in their ears, believing its words, slowly lowering their guard and sleeping into dreams.

In their sleep, their souls are devoured little by little by that monster until they are destroyed...

In any case, it is an extremely evil and terrible thing.

“As I just said, I don't believe in it, I can feel its malice.” Click-click, Aragok starts talking again, slowly seems to be running out of breath, "I once told you, rejecting the request of the dark wizard called Voldemort, refusing to join his camp in the human war, despite the very, very generous reward he offered. Likewise, I do not need the powerful power promised by that voice in my sleep, because it is of no use to me, and I do what Hagrid has taught me to do, to restrain my instincts, not to harm humans and to restrain my children. Over the next two decades, I controlled the amount of prey and only gave it the least sacrifice in exchange for my survival..."

Although octave giant spiders are dark creatures that are wicked, bloody, cruel and difficult to tame, the Aragok in front of them is truly different.

It has to be acknowledged that Hagrid has played a significant role in this. Had it not been for its unworthy wisdom and gratitude to Hagrid, it would have delayed the resurrection of this ancient creature, and the forbidden forest did not know what it would have looked like.

Of course, they also to some extent avoided their own deaths.

Ivan can be sure that if Dumbledore's attention were to be drawn to him, he would certainly not sit idly by and these octopus spiders would probably have been extinct long ago.

“According to you, the monster should be very weak and can only speak to you in your sleep.” Ivan wonders, "but what I just saw and what I've been through is completely different from what you said. ”

“Just a few months ago, everything changed, the night your fire burned my children.” Click-click, Aragok quickens the pace of dancing, and the voice is clearly filled with resentment, "they were burned by you, but the soul was devoured by that monster. Its power has increased, it's out of my control, and I don't need to offer it any more sacrifices. Even if I don't fall asleep, I can hear it and it starts to affect my kids and seduce them..."