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That night, Elwyn kept thinking about this matter.
There was an irrepressible excitement in his heart. He wanted to barge into the Eight-eyed Spiders' lair and fight them. He wanted to kill Aragok and prove his strength to the centaurs. He wanted to gain their recognition and pass the final test in one go to get the item that Gryffindor had left behind.
Boys were often hot-blooded. They never got tired of taking risks and fighting.
Elwyn was the same. Although he was not as passionate as Harry and Ron, he had been preparing for this for the past few months. He had even prepared a few black spells for this. All he needed was to find a way to enter Aragok's lair.
Now, all the problems had been solved. All that was left was to fight.
Elwyn grasped the wand under his pillow and made up his mind.
When he drifted off to sleep, he found himself standing in front of Aragok's huge crypt.
In front of him was the misty hemispherical spider web and the cold, damp air.
He shivered heavily. He had not figured out what had happened.
In Elwyn's last memory, he was still lying on his warm and comfortable bed. How did he suddenly come to this place, to the depths of the Forbidden Forest?!
Elwyn raised his guard. He heard a strange sound, as if someone was talking beside him.
In the next second, Elwyn heard it clearly. In the crypt in front of him, there was a low voice calling out to him. This voice was in the endless darkness, as if it came from the unknown depths of the earth. The low voice was continuous, and he could not hear what it was saying.
Elwyn shook his head. This was clearly the eight-eyed spider's lair, but there was not a single eight-eyed spider in sight.
Other than the low voice in his ears, there was no sound in the dark Forbidden Forest. Everything was so strange.
He followed the voice, slowly descending into the darkness of the lair. Behind the hemispherical spider web, he saw an ancient, mysterious green stone door. There was a blurry symbol on the door.
If he was not sure that he came from a Muggle family without any magic tradition or talent, Elwyn would have suspected that he had the bloodline of prophecy. He wondered if the ancestor of this body was a legendary sage or prophet.
This dream was too clear, so clear that it was scary.
Elwyn did not know what was waiting for him behind the door. He wanted to ask Aragok, but the giant spider was nowhere to be seen.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, if this is just a dream," Elwyn whispered, focusing on the magical waves around him.
He did not immediately open the stone door in front of him. Instead, he thought of an ancient magic book that he had recently read, and the strange magic in the book.
Elwyn suddenly had a guess. Perhaps it was on that night a few months ago, when he went to chase Peter the Dwarf and set fire to Aragok's lair, that his actions had attracted the attention of some unknown creature in Aragok's lair.
Everything he was seeing now was an illusion. It was still his own dream.
Unlike prophecy, this dream was what the powerful, unknown creature in the depths of the cave wanted him to see. The images and information in front of him were what it wanted to pass on to him.
Thinking of this, Elwyn suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
To be able to cast such an unimaginable illusion spell and continue to affect him after a few months, this meant that the unknown creature's magical ability was even stronger than Dumbledore's. Perhaps this was why Dumbledore did not discover it hiding in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.
A magical creature or wizard stronger than Dumbledore?
Elwyn did not dare to continue thinking. He did not know who it was or what it wanted to do, but it was definitely not a good thing.
Perhaps this was why Aragok's power was far beyond the limits of the eight-eyed spider species. The owner of the voice was the source of its power.
Now, it was calling out to him, not its servant. What did it want?
The more Elwyn thought about it, the more afraid he became. Combining his knowledge of magic and the few magic books he had recently read, he felt that the possibility of his conjecture was very high. A terrifying unknown creature was using magic to influence him.
The only fortunate thing was that it was trapped in Aragok's lair for some reason, sealed behind this ancient stone door and unable to come out.
It definitely had to meet extremely harsh conditions before it could be released.
Curiosity killed the cat. Elwyn put away his curiosity and took a step back. His intuition told him that no matter what was inside, what he needed to do now was to stay away. Even if it was an illusion, he had to stay away from the stone door in front of him, away from Aragok's lair, away from the owner of the voice.
Otherwise, he would encounter an opponent even more difficult to deal with than Lord Voldemort and endless trouble.
The centaurs would always have a way. It was not necessary to take the unknown risk to kill Aragok and come into contact with an ancient and mysterious magical creature.
Just as Elwyn made up his mind to leave, the green stone door in front of him suddenly opened.
The low whisper became clearer, and Elwyn seemed to be able to clearly hear what the other party was saying. Then, he saw a pair of blood red eyes looking at him from behind the stone door. The eyes were too big, ridiculously big, and there was no emotion in them.
Below the blood red eyes was a suffocating darkness, and …
Elwyn's eyes widened. He hurriedly raised the wand in his hand, but before he could cast a spell, everything in front of him began to blur. He woke up from his sleep.
Elwyn sat on his bed, panting violently, his body covered in cold sweat.
It was almost three o 'clock in the morning. He felt like he just had a terrible nightmare, but it was very strange. He could not remember anything.
The bedroom was very quiet. Elwyn felt very thirsty. He quietly got out of bed and poured himself some water from the silver jar under the window. He tried hard to recall the content of his dream, but not a single trace of it could be remembered. He could only vaguely feel that the dream had something to do with Aragok's lair.
Elwyn shook his head, trying not to think about it.
He thought he was just too excited, excited for the upcoming battle.
He drank a mouthful of water and looked out of the window. There was no one on the field, not a trace of wind ruffling the treetops of the forbidden forest. The Whacking Willow was motionless, looking innocent and innocent.
"No matter what, as long as I go to Aragok's lair and investigate, everything will be revealed!" Elwyn said to himself.
Perhaps it was self-consolation, he felt more or less at ease. He put down the cup of water and returned to his bed to sleep again.
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