Chapter 316 Monster On The Roof
What on earth was Aragog saying, following his offspring?!
Evan thought he was referring to the Acromantula that had just sent him down there, but the latter did not follow him.
But soon, he understood what Aragog meant. With the light at the end of his wand, he saw rows of tiny spiders creeping through the cracks in the floor...
Evan followed the spiders and found a hidden cave in the dark corner on the left side of the hallway. It was very narrow and could not be found without paying close attention.
He gave a bitter smile. This was a passage used by the Acromantulas.
Fortunately, it was relatively small and slim, barely allowing passage.
If older wizards or types like Goyle and Crabbe attempted to pass through, it would be impossible.
Evan held his wand in front of him and bent into a narrow tunnel covered in dust and cobwebs.
This passageway did not go straight through the wall; it was winding and rough, with several paths, like a labyrinth. It was impossible to discern the specific direction.
Lost within, Evan took out the bottle containing Aragog.
The old spider clicked and summoned her offspring.
Soon, some little spiders crawled in front of Evan and guided him along the right path.
After advancing about ten minutes, Evan suddenly found the exit.
He emerged from the crevice. It was dark at that moment, and nothing could be seen. The endless darkness pressed from all sides, constantly compressing the light at the tip of his wand.
Evan felt his magic had been suppressed and its effect weakened. An invisible pressure came from ahead, it seemed like something was there...
"Lumos Maxima!" He pronounced the spell again and took a step back.
Evan positioned himself close to the wall, with his wand firmly crossed over his chest. Maintaining this stance, if attacked, he wouldn't have to worry about being attacked from behind.
But nothing happened. He increased the flow of magical power, and the faint glow at the wand's tip gradually grew brighter and quickly became dazzling.
In the bright light, Evan first noticed the surrounding walls.
Like in the upper duct, they were painted with colorful murals.
These murals were relatively intact as they had not been damaged by the Acromantulas.
He looked at them, and the story in the murals seemed to be a continuation of the previous ones, with the evil creature created by the dark wizard and Slytherin himself in them!
On the wall to Evan's left, young Slytherin held his wand high and cast a thick green light. He was battling the monster...
On the right wall, Slytherin seemed to have triumphed.
He stood in front of the strange tentacled creature, apparently performing a magic Evan had never seen before, surrounded by strange lights.
Evan's mind was filled with questions. What exactly was Slytherin doing?!
He also wanted to observe the other murals. He turned and saw Malfoy lying in the middle of the room.
He lay there pale, silent, like an abandoned doll.
Though Evan did not care much about Malfoy's life or death, his heart suddenly trembled. He ignored everything else and hurried towards him.
There was a voice telling him that Malfoy was dead...
However, after Evan approached, he realized that Malfoy had simply fainted, and though his breath was very weak, he was safe.
Malfoy's expression was calm and at times pained, as if he was having a nightmare.
Looking at him, he must be scared in his dreams, calling out for his parents and Snape's name.
Through previous contacts, Evan realized that the soul-based monster could control the dreams of other people, causing them to fall into fear while they slept and be at its mercy.
This effect was not fatal until the soul was devoured by the other side in the final collapse. As to whether Malfoy would suffer psychological trauma as a result, Evan didn't care.
After confirming that Malfoy's soul had not been swallowed, Evan stopped looking at him.
He lifted his head and scanned the empty room for the monster, the master of the voice that once whispered in his mind, but saw nothing.
The square room was empty, with nothing but dust on the floor.
This was so peculiar; Evan dared not relax his vigilance. His mind was highly focused, and his muscles were tense.
He increased his magical transmission even further, and the wand's glow illuminated every corner.
"Lost sheep, are you searching for me?" A low whisper suddenly sounded.
"Where are you?" Evan shouted. "What are you? Show your true face!"
"The stars can dispel the cold to the bones, but the small light in your hands cannot dispel the darkness," he whispered softly. "You're holding on stubbornly, as if you could really change everything, but this is just a futile struggle, you will see!"
With his words, the intensity of the light in Evan's wand was rapidly diminishing...
A powerful magical pressure fell upon him. To Evan, this was completely unfamiliar. He didn't know how to resist it.
The intense light that was dazzling like the sun quickly turned into a flickering candle in the wind, flashing and fading from time to time. It was so faint that Evan's face couldn't be clearly seen.
"You will understand that no one can escape, even the God of Death would perish!" The whisper, seemingly coming from nowhere, continued to resonate in Evan's ear. "Only darkness and solitude are eternal, and all will end up alone, slowly falling into a dream on this earth..."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sleepy, so I don't want to sleep!" Evan squinted and replied directly. "And I think what you've been saying is worthless. You're hitting the same key over and over. It's truly annoying!"
At the next second, he suddenly turned around and waved his wand swiftly. With utmost speed, he cast three silver-white spells directly at him, like lightning.
Dumbledore had once taught him that all magic left traces. He could find them simply by feeling them with his heart. Although he couldn't discern the direction of the whisper and couldn't recognize the strange magic used by the other side to break it, he could sense the source of their magic.
Evan quickly retreated and looked above his head.
Where the ceiling was supposed to be, he saw a huge oval creature.
Most of its body had infiltrated the ceiling, and the exposed part was indescribably strange. Its skin was dark purple and rough.
The monster's body was extremely large, covered in soft tentacles. It moved constantly and looked very repulsive.
The most striking were its eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes, cold and ruthless, with no warmth in them.
It stared intently at Evan, and the darkness in its huge pupil seemed to devour him mercilessly...