Chapter 290 Dreams and Illusions

That night, Ivan kept thinking about it over and over again.

There was an irrepressible excitement deep in his heart, to break into the acromantula's lair to fight them, kill Aragog, prove his strength to the centaurs, gain their approval, and pass the final test in one go. Get the items left over from Gryffindor.

Boys are often full of blood, and they never tire of adventure and battle.

The same is true for Ivan. Although he is not as enthusiastic as Harry and Ron, he has been preparing for this matter for the past few months, and even prepared a few black magics for it, only to find a feasible one. method to enter Aragog's lair.

Now, all the problems are solved, and the only thing left is to fight.

Alvin shook the wand he had placed under the pillow, making up his mind.

When he fell asleep in a daze, he found himself standing in front of the huge crypt of Aragog again.

In front of him was the hazy hemispherical cobweb and the cold and damp air.

He shuddered heavily, not yet able to figure out what happened.

In Aiwen's last impression, he was still lying on his warm and comfortable bed. Why did he suddenly come to this place, deep in the Forbidden Forest? !

Aiwen raised his vigilance, he heard a strange sound, as if someone was talking beside him.

In the next second, Aiwen heard clearly that there was a deep voice calling him in the crypt in front of him. In the endless darkness, this voice seemed to come from the unknown depths of the ground. The whispers continued, and it was hard to hear what was being said.

Aiwen shook his head. This is obviously the lair of the giant spider, but there is no giant spider around.

Except for the whispers in the ear, there was no sound in the dark Forbidden Forest, everything was so weird.

Following the sound, he went deep into the dark lair along the gentle downward slope. Behind the huge hemispherical spider web, he saw an ancient and mysterious blue stone gate with a Blurred sign.

If it weren't for being sure that he came from a Muggle family without any magical traditions and talents, Aiwen even began to wonder if he had a prophetic bloodline, and whether an ancestor of his body was a legendary sage or seer.

Because this dream is too clear, so clear that it is frightening.

Ivan didn't know what was waiting for him behind this door. He wanted to ask Aragog, but the huge spider was completely missing at this time.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, if this is just a dream," Ivan muttered softly, concentrating on the magical fluctuations around him.

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

Aiwen suddenly had a guess, maybe he was on the night a few months ago, the night he went to track down Peter Pettigrew and kill Aragog's lair, and what he did caused someone in Aragog's lair to Attention of unknown creatures.

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

Different from the prophecy, this dream is what the powerful and unknown creature deep in the cave, the director who is below the voice, wants to see. The pictures and information in front of him are what it hopes to pass on to him.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen suddenly shuddered.

Being able to cast this unbelievable illusion spell continued to affect him after a few months, which meant that the magical power of that unknown creature was even stronger than Dumbledore. Perhaps, that's why Dumbledore didn't find it hiding deep in the Forbidden Forest.

A magical creature or wizard more powerful than Dumbledore

Aiwen didn't dare to think about it anymore. He didn't know who the other party was or what it wanted to do, but this was definitely not a good thing.

Perhaps, this is why Aragog's strength far exceeds the limit of the acromantula species, and the owner of this voice is the source of its power.

Now, it's calling for itself, not its servants, what the hell is it trying to do

The more Ivan thought about it, the more frightened he became. Combining his knowledge of magic with the few magic books he had read recently, he felt that his guess just now was very likely. A terrifying unknown creature was affecting him through magic.

The only good thing is that the other party didn't know why he was trapped in Aragog's lair, and was sealed behind this ancient stone door and could not come out.

Certainly need to meet extremely harsh conditions before it can be released.

Curiosity killed the cat. Aiwen put away his newly raised curiosity. He took a step back subconsciously. His inner intuition 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. Among them, he also wanted to stay away from the stone door in front of him, stay away from Aragog's lair, and stay away from the owner of the voice.

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

There is always a way for the centaurs, and it doesn't have to be to risk unknown dangers to kill Aragog and contact an ancient and mysterious magical creature.

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

The deep whispers became clearer, and Ivan seemed to hear what the other party was saying clearly. Immediately afterwards, he saw a pair of giant blood-red eyes looking at him from behind the stone gate. These eyes were really too huge, they were ridiculously big, and there was no emotion in them.

Beneath the bloody eyes is suffocating darkness, and

Ivan opened his eyes wide, and he hurriedly raised the wand in his hand. Before he could cast a spell, everything in front of him began to blur, and he woke up from his sleep.

Ai Wen sat on his bed, panting violently, and his body was covered in cold sweat.

Now it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he felt as if he had just had a horrible nightmare, but it was so strange that he couldn't remember anything.

The bedroom was very quiet, and Ivan felt very thirsty. He got out of bed as quietly as possible, and poured himself some water from the silver pot under the window. He tried his best to recall the content of his dream just now, but he couldn't recall even a single bit of it, he could only vaguely feel that the dream just now was related to Aragog's lair.

Alvin 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. There was no one on the playground, not a single wind stirred the treetops of the Whomping Willows in the Forbidden Forest, motionless, looking innocent and innocent.

"No matter what is going on, as long as we go to Aragog's lair to find out, everything will be revealed!" Ivan said to himself.

Maybe it was the self-comfort that played a role. He felt more or less at ease, put down the water glass, returned to his bed and fell asleep again.

This time, he slept very deeply and didn't dream about anything. To be continued.