Chapter 309 The Evil Magic on the Rock Wall

Fiendfire raged, devouring everything it touched. [Drunk and red makeup]

Those fire beasts were writhing in the flames, their claws, tentacles, and tails were flapping, the eggs of the acromantula were all burned to ashes, and even the spring water was evaporated.

Aiwen rushed to the entrance of the passage quickly, and turned around to see a shocking scene.

The entire space is filled with red light, thick smoke and heat waves are suffocating, and a greedy and vicious fire beast made of evil fires is rushing towards him

Aiwen turned around and continued to run, smashing the rock wall with his magic wand as he ran, rumbling and rumbling, large pieces of rubble fell and blocked the passage.

Through the cracks in the rocks, you can still feel the billowing heat. In the rugged and winding cave, he didn't know how far he ran forward. When the scorching heat disappeared and the cave became cool again, Ivan was already covered in sweat.

He sat on the ground leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

After resting for a few minutes, he noticed the abnormalities around him. Through the dim fluorescence, Ivan saw something seemed to be painted on the wall directly opposite him.

The ancient murals are very abstract, and many places have weathered and fallen off. In the mottled and broken picture is a gorgeous altar rising from the ground, on which a masked wizard stands, and he raises his magic wand high, as if casting some spell. [tfboys thank you for having you]

In front of the altar is a deep pit, which is densely filled with

Ai Wen got up, leaned forward, and then took a deep breath. On the screen, he saw that the deep pit was densely packed with human beings. They were lying there with painful and hideous expressions, looking at the sky in despair, with faint dotted lines drawn above their heads.

Ivan knew that these dotted lines represented souls!

Their souls are being stripped from their bodies, sucked away by the dark wizard above the altar, and gathered in everything to help him complete an unknown evil spell.

Aiwen couldn't help shivering. This was too terrifying. He couldn't imagine what kind of black magic would use the souls of so many people.

Even to make a Horcrux, only one person needs to be killed.

The passage is gloomy, without the warm wind brought by the warm spring water, the temperature is obviously much lower than that of the cave outside, and you can even see the mist you breathe. Only then did Ivan realize that he was already hundreds of feet underground.

He raised his wand forward, and the glow dispelled the darkness, illuminating passages that had not been walked in centuries.

The ground was covered with heavy dust, with cracked marble walls on both sides. [Long En mighty]

Like the one in front of Ivan, the marble is engraved with cruel and evil murals. After years of baptism, most of the murals have been incomplete, and a few marble slabs even completely fell to the ground, leaving only traces of damage by the giant eight-eyed spider.

Looking at these ancient murals, Ivan had an illusion.

He is not in Aragog's lair, but in an ancient mysterious ruin.

Fear permeates the darkness, as if something bad will happen at any moment.

Aiwen raised his vigilance, raised his wand and walked forward along the passage. While walking, carefully observe the surrounding rock walls, and the contents on it are more cruel and evil than the other.

Death is not the end, but only the beginning. In front of the same altar, a black wizard with a hood casts different witchcrafts. He uses different methods to torture the living, splitting their souls abruptly, instilling them back, and being split again.

In addition, his experimental subjects also included various non-human magical creatures.

There are powerful fire dragons, unicorns, chimeras, goblins, house elves, and centaurs, but there are more ancient species that Ivan has never seen.

The painting style is abstract and distorted, and the content of each mural is extraordinarily weird. The black wizard took different parts from them, such as the heart of the fire dragon and the blood of the unicorn.

I didn't know how many murals he had seen, but Aiwen suddenly realized that these patterns depicted a complex process of casting black magic, including the casting materials to be prepared.

He accelerated forward, wanting to see what kind of spell it was.

At the end of the passage, the most critical murals were destroyed, and the broken stones were scattered all over the place. On the blue marble, there were only traces of the claws of the acromantula, and it was impossible to see clearly what the black wizard used. spell.

Ai Wen approached the rock wall he was stroking with his hands, and could vaguely recognize that inside the gorgeous altar just now, all the souls collected by the black wizard were slowly rotating in mid-air, forming a circular vortex, shining strangely. silver light.

On the murals, these souls howled, roared, twisted and screamed

They come from the top down and are infused into a strange object.

He didn't know what it was, he could only see a spherical fuzzy mass, with countless thin lines rotating around it, as if something was going to come out of it,

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

In addition, another strange thing is that the black wizard who has been showing up just now is nowhere to be found, and he does not know where he is in charge of the spell.

Ivan didn't think much about it, he might be in those unrecognizable pictures.

The question now is, what does the dark wizard on the mural want to do, and will his evil black magic succeed in the end?

Also, why do these murals appear in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts? !

Ivan took two steps forward, and thought of the owner of the low whisper hidden here, and what did it have to do with these murals.

A gust of wind interrupted Aiwen's thinking. At the end of the passage, the ancient murals and ruins disappeared again, and there was a huge pit in front of Aiwen.

He hurriedly stopped, and saw Aragog floating in the center of the deep pit.

Wait a minute, how could it be able to float in the air? !

No matter how powerful the black magic power is, it cannot be transformed into this.

Aiwen increased the brightness of the wand to illuminate the entire space, and only then did he see a huge spider web in front of him. The thin spider threads stuck firmly to the rough rock wall, coiled and gathered to form a huge hemispherical spider web, and Aragog, who was like a small elephant, was lying in the center of the spider web.

Under the huge spider web, gusts of sinister wind blow upwards from the bottomless pit, but the spider web didn't even shake.

Aiwen held up his wand, and just as he was hesitating whether to go there, he heard Aragog's old and weak voice.

"You're here at last, Hagrid's friend!" it clicked. "I've been waiting for you for a long time since the last time I saw you." (To be continued.)()