Chapter 318 Horcrux And The Evan's Conjecture
At that moment, Evan seemed to be lost in thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by a continuous whisper.
He remained despondent in the same spot, staring intently at his wand in his hand, his mind ceased to function, he had no idea what he was going to do, and why was he even standing there?!
Evan waved his wand, utterly confused, and felt the urge in his heart to use Dark Magic to kill something, but he didn't know who to kill.
Then he saw Malfoy lying before him.
Malfoy appeared so despicable, and Evan found his aversion towards him rapidly intensifying.
An outlandish idea crossed his mind: to kill Malfoy.
YES, THAT'S IT, TO KILL MALFOY!
Killing him would spare him a lot of trouble, he could avenge Harry and Hermione, and the monster could no longer drain vitality from him to regain strength.
If he simply killed Malfoy, he could defeat the monster hanging over his head.
This was in deep underground. Even if Malfoy died here, no one would know it was Evan's doing. People wouldn't even find his body...
"Yes, I came here solely to kill Malfoy."
Evan's mouth displayed a cruel smile; he seemed to have finally found his purpose. He gripped his wand and took two steps forward, nearing Malfoy...
Above him, the horrible unknown creature swayed its tentacles gently, and its huge cold eyes relentlessly stared at Evan, watching him step by step approach Malfoy.
The slender pupils and the huge eyeballs bulged, revealing nerves and blood vessels inside. Its purpose was about to be fulfilled. Under the influence of his own will, this young human had lost control of himself. As soon as he approached to kill his companion, he would degenerate and fall into the abyss of darkness forever.
Although he had already planted his seed in Malfoy, this boy called Evan was clearly more suited to becoming a parasitic object. He had been selected from the beginning...
In the dark ruins, Evan advanced step by step.
He panted, twisted, and turned, and his spirit was oppressed to the maximum.
He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he was about to do something terrible.
He told himself it was wrong to do it, but he couldn't control his body.
There should be a way to kill the monster above his head, but it definitely wasn't by killing Malfoy!
Just as he stood under the monster's huge, cold eyes, the Slytherin's Locket he wore on his chest suddenly emitted a faint golden glow.
The light converged from all sides towards the capital letter S in the center of the Locket, and the ancient magic was spontaneously activated by external stimuli.
The green gems shone weakly, and the Slytherin emblem reappeared.
The whisper that had been echoing in Evan's mind vanished instantly. The monster above his head seemed to have been struck hard, and a cold look of weariness passed through its cold eyes.
"SALAZAR SLYTHERIN…" he grumbled, with infinite hatred in his voice, and gradually faded into the darkness.
Evan woke up and looked at Malfoy and the monster with lingering fear.
He sat on the ground panting, and finally realized that this horrible monster was using psychic magic to influence him.
Since he entered the room, he had fallen under the creature's spell.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kill it; he simply didn't have physical attacks.
But its method was even more horrific. The monster was trying to tempt him into degeneration with its whispers, and then devour his soul!
"That was close..." Evan turned the Slytherin's Locket. He didn't know what magic it held, but it clearly had an effect on his enemy.
A thousand years ago, it was Salazar Slytherin who defeated the monster and imprisoned it here; he must have had a way to deal with it.
Evan gradually calmed down and held the Medallion in his hand.
The magic of his body flowed naturally into it, and the green fluorescence shone from the precious gems embedded in it, creating a cloud of light beside him.
Under the ominous green haze, Evan could no longer hear the monster's whispers, his magic was no longer suppressed, and everything returned to normal.
Evan stood up and attempted another magical trick against the monster.
A red light passed directly through its shattered body and had no effect, just like before.
The monster's body was like a hologram, and all of Evan's magic passed straight through it...
This was too abnormal. With the help of Slytherin's Medallion, Evan could now think calmly. It seemed he had experienced a similar situation before.
In the Chamber of Secrets last year, along with Harry, they battled Tom Riddle's diary.
Riddle absorbed Ginny's life, became a shadow, and emerged from the diary. He could use the wand to cast spells but was immune to all magic.
From the current situation, this monster was in the same state as Riddle at that time!
Recalling all the process the dark wizard had depicted in the murals to create this monster, the bodies of those magical creatures combined with the souls of countless humans.
All spells passed through its body as if it were a non-existent shadow.
Perhaps now it was just a Horcrux.
Evan even boldly assumed that the being above his head, a mixture of mutated octopus and bat, was probably a Horcrux like Tom Riddle.
"Horcrux!" He was surprised by his conclusion.
Through the mist of light, Evan looked at the being waving its tentacles above. Though absurd, the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was possible that the monster was a Horcrux, explaining the causes of various irrational phenomena.
Perhaps, the dark magic that gave it life was more malevolent than the magic of making a Horcrux, and its very existence was more advanced than a Horcrux, but it was essentially the same.
From the information obtained in the book "Secrets of the Darkest Art," Evan had mastered the method of making a Horcrux. He compared it with the malevolent dark magic in the murals he had just seen, and discovered more clues about it.
He pondered the possibility that the dark wizard who appeared in the murals had transformed into an immortal being with some malevolent dark magic...
Evan shook his head. It was dreadful. He didn't know if such magic truly existed.
The question now was, if this monster was a ghost or something akin to a Horcrux, then where was its body?!