Curved capital letters, the emblem of the Slytherin family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThroughout thousands of years of magical history, this ancient family of pure-blood wizards has had a profound impact on the course and development of the wizarding world, and the most famous figure is Salazar Slytherin.

Undoubtedly, he is a great wizard, but at the same time the craziest.

"Damn, I should have thought that it was Salazar Slytherin's old madman, who else would leave such a dangerous thing near Hogwarts. ”

Evan thought about Salazar Slytherin's past......

It was not impossible that he could leave a basilisk in the castle's chamber and some other strange dark creature hidden in the Forbidden Forest.

Although Evan believes, Salazar himself has no ill will towards Hogwarts.

However, his dark personality, as well as his obsession with and study of dark arts, are extremely dangerous in itself.

"After another ten years, we finally destroyed all the statues in the cave!" "After describing in detail which statues looked like, Aragog said slowly, "I still remember that on the night after the last statue was destroyed, there was a great earthquake in the lair, and it was like the end of the world, everything was shaking, the rock walls began to crumble, the ground was sunken and sinking, and the spring water gushed out of the ground, and finally formed this deep pit in front of me......"

Evan clutched his forehead weakly, Salazar Slytherin and the unknown dark creature were enough of a headache, and these eight-eyed spiders were also uncomfortable. The statues were apparently magically arranged by Salazar and were most likely used to seal away this unknown evil creature deep underground, hiding it from outsiders.

And these eight-eyed giant spiders actually used ten years to destroy the foundation of this sealing magic in the most primitive and rude way......

If Salazar knew that the spell he was so proud of had been cracked in this way by a group of low-level inhuman magical creatures, he would have come to them in anger to settle scores.

"From then on, whenever I fell asleep here, I could hear a voice whispering to me. It tells me that it is the god of death and eternal life, and that salvation can only be achieved by believing in it and giving one's soul. "I don't believe it, unlike you humans, the eight-eyed spider doesn't need redemption. But I was very old at the time, and based on the life of the eight-eyed spider, I could die at any moment. I began to fall into a deep slumber more and more often. In my sleep, that voice promised to make me stronger, even to escape death, and it was a deal......"

"Since it's a deal, what does it require you to do?" Evan asked.

"It needs sacrifices, very many sacrifices, and it needs the souls of living beings to regain their strength. "I ordered my children to bring back their prey alive and throw them into this pit, where they died alone in the darkness of despair, and their souls were devoured by it." In return, it instilled in me in its sleep the power of darkness that the eight-eyed spider loved, and could help me continue to live. I didn't want to die, it helped me make my wish come true. I never told anyone, not even Hagrid, about it, and he thought I had lived so long under his care......"

Aragog seemed to say that he was tired and had no sound for a long time.

Evan didn't rush either, he could imagine such a picture.

Year after year, day after day, in order to keep Alagog alive, the eight-eyed spiders dragged animals they had captured from the Forbidden Forest deep underground, and dragged them here.

The prey thought that they could escape the fate of being killed and eaten, but the reality was even more cruel.

They are trapped in this place, drifting into despair in the endless darkness.

There is no food, no light, and no hope.

As soon as they fell asleep, the low whispers echoed in their ears, driving them to madness.

They woke up and panicked and tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

They endure not to sleep, but their spirits become more languid and distorted.

Like the murals carved into the rock walls behind them, they tremble in the darkness with fear, their souls tormented and screaming silently.

I don't know when it began, but the prey began to believe the voice that had been whispering in their ears, believing its words, and slowly let down their guard and fell asleep into a dream.

In their sleep, their souls were devoured by the monster until they were destroyed......

No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely evil and terrifying thing.

"I just said that I don't believe in it, I can feel its malice. "Click, click, Aragog began to speak again, slowly as if he had lost much breath, "I told you before that I refused the request of the dark wizard called Voldemort to join him in the war of humanity, even though he offered to pay very, very well. Again, I didn't need the power promised by the sleeping voice, for it was useless to me, and I did what Hagrid had taught me, restraining my instincts to harm humanity and restrain my children. For more than twenty years, I controlled the prey population, providing it with the least sacrifice in exchange for my survival......"

While the Eight-Eyed Spider is a dark creature that is evil, bloody, cruel, and difficult to tame, the Buckbeak in front of him is truly different.

Admittedly, Hagrid played a big part in this. If it weren't for the sanity it shouldn't have, and its gratitude to Hagrid, which delayed the ancient creature's awakening, the Forbidden Forest would not have known what it would have become.

Of course, they also avoided their own death to a certain extent.

Evan was sure that if he caught Dumbledore's attention, he would not sit idly by, and these eight-eyed spiders would have become extinct long ago.

"According to what you said, that monster should be very weak and can only speak to you when you are asleep. "But what I've just seen and what I've experienced is completely different from what you said. ”

"Just a few months ago, everything changed, on the night your fire killed my children. Click, Click, Aragog sped up his dancing claws, and there was a hint of resentment in his voice, "They were burned to death by you, but their souls were devoured by that monster. Its power has grown, and it is out of my grasp, and I no longer need to offer sacrifices to it. I can hear it even if I don't fall asleep, and it's starting to affect my children, be......witching them" (To be continued. )