Chapter 316: Monster on the Ceiling

What on earth was Aragog talking about following his children?!

Ivan thought he was referring to the Acromantula that had just sent him down here, but it didn't follow him.

But he soon understood what it meant. By the light at the end of his wand, he saw rows of small spiders crawling along the cracks in the floor....

Ivan followed the spiders and found a hidden cave in the dark corner on the left side of the corridor. It was very narrow and could not be found at all without paying attention.

He smiled bitterly. This was a passage used by the Acromantulas.

Fortunately, it was relatively small and thin and he could barely squeeze through.

If older wizards or guys like Goyle and Crabbe came, they wouldn't be able to get through there.

Ivan held his wand in front of him and stepped into the narrow tunnel covered in dust and cobwebs.

This passage didn't go straight through the wall; it was winding and bumpy, with many paths, like a maze. It was impossible to distinguish the specific direction.

When he was lost inside, Ivan took out the bottle containing Aragog.

The old spider gave a click, and called his children.

Before long, little spiders crawled in front of Ivan and led him down the right path.

After advancing for about ten minutes, Ivan suddenly found the exit.

He stepped out of the crevice. It was dark at that moment, and nothing could be seen. The endless darkness pressed in from all sides, constantly compressing the light at the tip of his wand.

Ivan felt that his magic had been suppressed and its effect had been greatly weakened. Invisible pressure came out the front, and it seemed that there was something there....

"Lumos Maxima!" he recited the spell again and stepped back.

Ivan stood close to the wall, his wand across his chest. Holding this position, if there was something to attack him, he wouldn't worry about being attacked from behind.

But nothing happened. He increased the transmission of magical power, and the faint fluorescence at the end of the wand gradually became brighter and quickly became dazzling.

In the bright light, Ivan noticed for the first time the surrounding walls.

Like the upper channel, they were painted with colorful murals.

These murals were relatively intact because they were undamaged by the Acromantulas.

He glanced at them, and the story of the murals seemed to be a continuation of the previous ones, with the evil creature created by the black wizard and Slytherin being himself in them.

On the wall to Ivan's left, the young Slytherin held his wand up and shot a thick green light. He was fighting the monster...

On the right wall, Slytherin seemed to have triumphed.

He was standing in front of the strange tentacle-covered creature, and it seemed to be casting magic Ivan had never seen before, with strange balls of light floating around its body.

Ivan's mind was full of questions, what exactly was Slytherin doing?!

He was about to look at the other murals when he simply looked back and saw Malfoy lying in the middle of the room.

He lay pale, silent, like an abandoned doll.

Although he didn't care much about Malfoy's life and death, Ivan suddenly shuddered. He ignored everything else and hurried on.

There was a voice telling him that Malfoy was dead....

However, after Ivan got closer, he realized that Malfoy had just passed out, and although his breathing was very weak, he was safe.

Malfoy's expression was calm and sometimes pained, as if he was having a nightmare.

Looking at him, he must have been frightened in his dreams, and he kept calling his parents' names and Snape's.

Through previous contacts, Ivan realized that the soul-based monster could control other people's dreams, make them fall into fear while they slept and be at his mercy.

This effect was not fatal until the soul was devoured by the other side in the final collapse. As to whether Malfoy would have psychological trauma as a result of this, Ivan did not care.

After confirming that Malfoy's soul had not been devoured, Ivan no longer looked at him.

He lifted his head and looked around the empty room searching for the monster, the master of the voice that once whispered in his mind, but saw nothing.

The room was empty, and there was nothing but dust on the floor.

This was so strange; Ivan dared not relax his vigilance. His mind was very focused, and his muscles were tightly clenched.

He further increased his magical transmission, and the glow of the wand illuminated every corner.

"Lost lamb, are you looking for me?" suddenly a low whisper sounded.

"Where are you?" cried Ivan. "What the hell are you? show your true face!"

"The stars can dispel the cold, but the little light in your hands cannot dispel the darkness!" The voice said quietly, "You resist tenaciously, as if you really could change everything, but this is just a futile struggle, you will know!"

With his voice, the intensity of the light on Ivan's wand quickly reduced....

A powerful pressure came over him. For Ivan, this was totally unfamiliar. He did not know how to resist.

The bright light that was as dazzling as the sun quickly became a residual candle in the wind, flickering and fading from time to time. It was so dim that even Ivan's face could not be seen clearly.

"You will understand that no one can escape, even the God of Death would die!" The voice continued to echo in Ivan's ear. "Only darkness and loneliness are eternal, and everyone will end up alone, slowly falling into a deep sleep on this earth..."

"Sorry, I'm not sleepy, so I don't want to sleep!" Ivan narrowed his eyes and answered directly. "And I think what you've been saying is worthless. You're harping on the same trick over and over again, it's really annoying!"

The next second, he suddenly turned around and waved his wand rapidly. With the fastest speed, he cast three silver-white incantations right above him, like a bolt of lightning.

Dumbledore had once taught him that all magic would leave traces. He could find it just by feeling it. Although he could not distinguish the direction of the whisper and could not recognize the strange magic used by the other side and decipher it, he could sense the source of the magic.

Ivan quickly took a step back and looked over his head.

Where the ceiling was supposed to be, he saw a huge oval creature.

Most of its body penetrated the ceiling, and the exposed part was strange and indescribable. Its skin was dark purple and rough.

The monster's body was extremely large, covered with soft tentacles. It constantly crawled and looked very disgusting.

Most striking were its eyes, which were a pair of blood red eyes, cold and merciless, without a hint of warmth within them.

He looked closely at Ivan, and the darkness in his huge pupil seemed to devour it mercilessly...