Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

What the hell is Aragok talking about, following its children?!

Ivan originally thought it was referring to the eight-eyed giant spider who had just sent himself down here, but he didn't follow.

But he soon understood what they meant, and through the light at the end of the wand, he saw a row of tiny spiders rushing over in the crevices of the ground...

Ivan followed these little spiders and found a hidden cave in the dark corner on the left side of the hall, very narrow, if not noticed.

He laughed bitterly, it was a passageway used by octave spiders.

Good thing I'm thin and can barely get through.

If older wizards or guys like Gore and Krabs come, don't even think about it.

Ivan lays his wand across his body and bends his waist into a narrow tunnel filled with dust and spiderweb.

This passage does not cross the wall directly, it is rough and there are many forks, like a maze, and there is no way to distinguish the specific direction of the journey.

Whenever he gets lost in there, take out the Aragok bottle.

The old spider cheered, clacked, clacked, clamored, and could summon its children.

Soon, a few little spiders climbed up to Ivan and took him down the right path.

That's about ten minutes of climbing forward, and Ivan's eyes are flashing.

He drilled out of the crack, a pitch of pitch black in front of him, nothing to see, endless darkness compressed from all sides, constantly compressing the light at the end of the wand.

Ivan felt his magic was suppressed and the effect was much diminished. Invisible pressure coming out of the front, there seems to be something...

“Fluorescent flashes!” He read the spell again and took a step back.

Alvin stood against the wall, his wand resting steadily on his chest, holding this position, and if anything strikes him, don't worry about his stomach being hit.

But nothing happened, he increased the delivery of magic, and the faint fluorescence at the end of the wand gradually lit up and quickly became pungent.

In strong light, Evan first noticed the walls around him.

Like the top lane, it's filled with colored murals.

The murals were preserved relatively intact because they were not damaged by octave spiders.

He glanced at the story on the mural as if it were a continuation, with the evil creature created by the Dark Wizard, and Salazar Slytherin himself!

On the wall to Ivan's left, a young Slytherin high with a wand, shooting a thick green light, he was fighting the monster...

On the wall to the right, Slytherin seems to have defeated each other.

He was standing in front of a strange creature filled with tentacles, seemed to have never seen magic before performed an Ivan, surrounded by strange light clusters.

Evan has questions all over his head, what exactly is Slytherin doing?!

He also wanted to look at the other murals and just turned around and saw Malfoy lying in the middle of the room.

He lay there pale, silent, like a toy abandoned.

Even though Malfoy was not very concerned about his death, Ivan's heart raised it so violently that he couldn't care less and rushed into the past.

There was a voice telling him Malfoy was dead...

But it wasn't until Ivan walked over that he just fainted, and despite his very weak breath, nothing happened.

Malfoy's expression was sometimes calm, sometimes painful, as if he was having a nightmare.

Looking at him, he must have been scared in his dreams and kept calling his parents and Snape names.

Through previous contacts, Ivan can be sure that the soul-dependent monster can control the dreams of others and leave them to fear in their sleep.

This effect was not lethal until the final collapse devoured the soul of the other party, and Ivan did not care if Malfoy would have a psychological shadow as a result.

After confirming that Malfoy's soul had not been devoured, Ivan stopped visiting him.

He looked up and looked around in this empty room for the monster, the owner who used to whisper in his mind, but saw nothing.

The square room is empty and has nothing but dust on the ground.

It was so strange that Ivan didn't dare to relax his guard, his mind was so focused, his body muscles tightened together.

He further augments the magic delivery, and the strong light emitted by the wand illuminates every corner.

“Lost lamb, are you looking for me?” A low whisper burst out of nowhere.

“Where are you?” Ivan shouted loudly, "What the hell are you, revealing who you are! ”

“The stars can disperse the utter chills, but the tiny light in your hands will not disperse the darkness!” Whispering quietly, "You're resisting, as if it could change everything, but it's just a futile struggle, you'll see! ”

Along with his voice, the intensity of the light on Ivan's wand is rapidly diminishing...

A powerful magic pressure strikes face to face, a total stranger to Evan's magic and magic, and he doesn't know how to resist it.

The sun-like rays of light quickly turned into crippling candles in the wind, flashing and fading until Ivan's face was clearly lit.

“You'll see, no one can escape, not even Reaper will die!” Whispers continue to echo in Ivan's ear somewhere, “Only darkness and solitude are eternal, and you will all end up alone, slowly falling asleep on this land..."

“Sorry, I'm not sleepy yet, so I don't want to sleep!” Ivan closed his eyes and answered directly, "And I don't think these words that you've been saying are worth a damn, that's what you're doing over and over again, that's really annoying! ”

The next second, he suddenly turned around, swinging the wand fast, sending three silver-white spells in a row at the fastest speed, like lightning.

Dumbledore once taught him that all magic leaves a mark, and that he can detect it if he feels it, even though he cannot distinguish the direction of whispering, recognize the strange magic used by the other party, or decipher it, but he can sense the source of the other party's magic.

Ivan quickly retreated and looked over his head.

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

Most of its body goes deep into the walls, and the exposed parts are not as bizarre, with dark purple, rough skin.

This monster has a huge body with soft tentacles and is constantly creeping and looks very disgusting.

The most striking thing is its eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes, cold and heartless, as if without the slightest temperature.

It looks closely at Ivan, and the darkness in his enormous eyes seems to devour him relentlessly...