Chapter 301 Whispers From the Darkness

The acromantula that had just gathered fled around, and Ivan had no time to deal with them, but urged Buckbeak to chase after the spider that took Malfoy away.

It took Malfoy and crawled straight to Aragog's lair. Because there was no wind, the fog in the depression was very thick, blocking Ivan's sight.

He didn't hesitate, he knew where the acromantula was going. Just when it was about to drag Malfoy into the cave behind the hemispherical spider web, Ivan and Buckbeak appeared in front of them through the thick fog like a dream.

"Help!" Malfoy yelled weakly, reaching out his hand to Ivan.

Buckbeak rushed over, originally intending to scratch the spider web covered with corpses in front of him, but when he touched it, the hemispherical spider web did not move at all.

The sturdiness of this tattered spider web is beyond everyone's imagination.

With the strength of the rebound, Ivan jumped off Buckbeak.

He waved the magic wand in mid-air vigorously, and with a clatter, several rotten corpses hanging on the spider web flew down, blocking the way of the acromantula.

Click, click!

The acromantula, who was driven to a dead end, let go of Malfoy, turned around and rushed towards Aiwen, with sharp claws full of desperate madness, ready to fight Aiwen to the death.

Ai Wen tapped his wrist to the lower right, a beautiful silver light flashed past, and there were faint traces of shadows in the air, and the corpse of the acromantula fell into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Because of the strong magic support, the magic arrows ejected are fast enough.

Driven by the inertia of the magic arrow, all the green and viscous blood in the spider's body flew in one direction, splashing on Malfoy who was sitting slumped behind.

When Ai Wen walked over, he lay face down on the ground, panting, coughing, and retching.

Buckbeak tried a few more times, and after finding that the huge hemispherical spider web could not be damaged, he gave up and landed on the ground.

Goyle and Crabbe, who were being driven all the way by it, were also lying there panting, still unconscious.

"Get up, we have to get out of here quickly." Ivan said rudely.

"It's dead, this spider was killed by you, and those monsters also escaped..." Malfoy choked up, not daring to look into Ivan's eyes.

"These giant eight-eyed spiders are nothing at all. If we don't get out of here quickly, you will know what the real big trouble is." Aiwen looked around vigilantly, his magic power speeding up, and he didn't put away his wand .

Aragog didn't even show up after such a commotion, which was really abnormal.

Who knows what that cunning old spider is planning in the depths of the ground, the scene in front of him looks hard to make people feel at ease.

Not to mention the huge number of acromantulas that are about to move outside the depression.

You know, when I came here for the first time a few months ago, Ivan saw that any acromantula was several times larger than the ones he just killed.

With the increase in body size, the strength and danger of the giant spider also increased exponentially.

Aiwen doesn't intend to waste time here, especially with these three burdens around him. He didn't give Malfoy time to rest and recover, he turned his head and told Goyle and Calaboo to help him onto Buckbeak's back, while he walked behind the spider web and looked carefully into the depths of Aragog's lair.

In front of him was a gentle slope sloping downward, bottomless.

The cave was pitch black, with gusts of warm wind and mist blowing from below.

Although it is only the second time to come here and the first time to observe closely, I can't explain why, Ivan always has a familiar feeling, as if he has been to this cave many times, and even went down this gentle slope.. ....

He shook his head, standing in this position, he could feel the strange black magic breath more clearly.

It wasn't any kind of magic he knew, to be sure.

The warm wind mixed with blood and strange smells made people feel very uncomfortable, just like the stale air in a divination classroom.

Ivan was confused for a while, he seemed to hear a voice talking to himself.

Vague memory fragments reappear in his mind, and the forgotten phantom will show him a shocking secret, the meaning of that ancient emblem...

As long as you go down this gentle slope, all the truth will come to light.

"Come on, come on, I've been waiting for a long time!" A deep whisper sounded from nowhere, "You are resisting tenaciously, you are holding on to your own tiny life, as if you can really change everything. Then this is just Unrealistic fantasy, all resistance is meaningless, you will understand..."

"Everything has a soul, and all souls can be devoured, and the creatures will tremble in the darkness, this is your ultimate destiny!" A voice whispered, "I have devoured their souls, now it's your turn !"

"Come on, come on, lost lamb in the dark forest, your soul has been marked by me, endless fear has enveloped you, will you use deep sleep to escape fear?" the whisper asked softly Said, "Do you dream when you are asleep? In the dream, you will experience fears that are more terrifying than reality."

"No one knows this secret. In the deepest part of the earth, only by finding the emblem I left behind can you be saved..."

Ivan stood there blankly, he felt a voice speaking in his mind, but he didn't understand what it meant.

This is really too weird, where does this voice come from? !

It wasn't until Malfoy and the others were calling him that he was pleasantly surprised.

"Did you hear any sound just now?" Ivan asked hastily.

Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe shook their heads dully, and looked around in horror, not understanding what he meant.

Ivan wanted to say something more, but stopped immediately, he could feel something approaching from below.

Lots of them, maybe Aragog and his offspring, or worse!

He turned hastily and climbed onto Buckbeak's back as fast as he could.

As he sat up, Buckbeak flapped his wings and flew up.

The depression filled with light mist was getting smaller and smaller under their feet. Anyway, they finally left here safely, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him, Malfoy paled.

He looked at Ai Wen's back, hesitated, as if he was going to thank Ai Wen.

However, it is definitely a very difficult thing for Malfoy to give up his dignity to express his gratitude to a Mudblood.

Not to mention, the Mudblood was one of his most hated guys on a regular basis.

Malfoy was struggling, and then he thought about why he came to the Forbidden Forest today, and why he was caught by the acromant. The deep-seated reasons were all because of Ivan and Harry. Thinking of it this way, it put an end to his thoughts of thanking him even more.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He made up his mind that he would rather find an opportunity to return this help to Ivan, or repay it with Jin Gallon.

In short, he will never thank you!