Chapter 309: The Evil Magic in the Rock Walls

The fire burned and devoured everything it touched.

Burning monsters swarmed in the flames, their claws and horns and tails continued to lash, and the spider eggs of the Acromantula were burned to ashes, and even the water gushing from the springs evaporated completely.

Ivan ran to the entrance of the passage and looked back to see a shocking scene.

The whole place was filled with red light, smoke and heat waves were suffocating, and fierce fire monsters were running towards him.

Ivan turned and continued to run, as he ran, with his wand, he broke through the rock walls behind him, blocking the passage with falling rocks.

Through the cracks in the rocks, he could still feel the heat wave. In the steep, winding cave, he didn't know how far he ran forward. By the time the searing heat disappeared and the cave cooled again, Ivan was drenched in cold sweat.

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

After a few minutes of rest, he noticed the anomalies around him. In faint fluorescence, Ivan saw what was on the wall opposite him.

The ancient murals were very abstract, and many places had been weathered by time. In the mottled and tattered image, there was a magnificent altar rising from the floor, above it a masked wizard. He raised his wand as if to cast a spell.

In front of the altar was a deep well, which was densely filled.

Ivan stood up and leaned forward, then breathed in air. In full view were all the human beings piled in the deep pit. They were lying there with pained expressions, looking up at the sky in despair and drawing a dashed line above their heads.

Ivan knew that these dotted lines were their souls!

Their souls were being stripped from their bodies, sucked out by the Dark wizard at the altar, who was gathering them to complete an unknown evil spell.

Ivan couldn't help but shudder. This was too horrible. He couldn't imagine what kind of dark magic would use the souls of so many people.

Even when making a Horcrux, it only needed to kill one person.

There were no warm gusts of wind from the hot springs in the dark corridor, and the temperature was much lower than that of the cave outside, he could even see the mist exhaling. Ivan realized he was hundreds of feet underground.

He raised his wand forward. The light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the passage that no one had walked through for centuries.

The floor was covered in heavy dust, with cracked marble walls on either side.

Like the one in front of Ivan, the marble was carved into murals with cruelty and malice. After years of erosion, most of the murals had become incomplete, and even several marble slabs had been completely shattered, leaving only traces of destruction by the Acromantulas.

Looking at these ancient murals, Ivan had an illusion.

He was not in the lair of Aragog, the Acromantula, but in an ancient and mysterious temple.

Fear pervaded the darkness, as if something bad was going to happen at any moment.

Ivan raised his vigilance and walked forward along the passage with his wand. He watched the surrounding rocky walls as he walked, of which the contents grew more cruel and evil.

Death was not the end, it was only the beginning. Before the same altar, a hooded Dark sorcerer performed different kinds of sorcery. He tortured the living in different ways, dividing their souls, instilling them anew, and dividing them again.

In addition, his experiments included a variety of non-human magical creatures.

There were powerful fire dragons, unicorns, chimeras, elves, house elves, centaurs, but more of them were ancient species Ivan had never seen.

The painting style was abstract and distorted. The content of each mural was exceptionally rare. The dark wizard took different parts of them, the heart of the dragon, the blood of the unicorn....

Ivan didn't know how many murals he had seen, but he suddenly realized that these patterns represented a complex process of making dark magic, including the material that had to be prepared.

He quickened his pace and wanted to see what kind of magic it was.

At the end of the passage, the few most critical murals were destroyed, the broken stones were scattered all over the place. The blue marble bore only the traces of the Acromantulas' large pincers. It was impossible to see what magic the Dark wizard had created.

Ivan was close to the rock wall that he touched with his hand, and he could vaguely recognize that inside the magnificent altar, all the souls collected by the dark magician were slowly spinning in the air, forming a circular swirl with a strange silvery light.

In the murals, these souls howled, roared, writhed and screamed.

They were infused into a strange object from top to bottom.

I didn't know what it was. He could only see a fuzzy ball, with countless thin lines swirling around it as if something was coming out of it.

In his impression, no magical creature would like this.

Also, another strange thing was that the Dark wizard who had been appearing all along had not been seen, and he did not know from where he was presiding over the magic.

Ivan didn't think much of it. He might be in a mural he couldn't recognize.

The question now was, what exactly did the dark magician want to do in the mural, and did his evil dark magic succeed in the end?

Also, why did these murals appear in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts?

Ivan took two steps forward and remembered the owner of the muffled voice hiding here, and what he had to do with these murals.

A gust of wind blew and interrupted Ivan's thinking. At the end of the passage, the ancient murals and relics disappeared again. There was a large deep pit in front of Ivan.

He hurried to a stop and saw Aragog floating in the center of the deep well.

Wait, how could he float in the air?

No matter how strong the power of dark magic is, it can't make his transformation go that far.

Ivan increased the brightness of his wand to illuminate the entire space, which made it clear that there was a huge spider web ahead. Thin strands of spider silk stuck tightly to the rock walls, coiled and converged into a huge hemispherical web. Aragog, the size of a small elephant, lay at the center of the huge web.

Beneath the huge web, gusts of wind blew from the bottomless pit, but the web did not even tremble.

Ivan held his wand, and when he hesitated to go, he heard Aragog's aged and weak voice.

"You're here at last, Hagrid's friend!" he said slyly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, ever since I last saw you."