v2 Chapter 290： Dreams and illusions

That night, Ai Wen has been thinking about this thing over and over again.

There is an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. He breaks into the nest of the eight-eyed spider and fights them. He kills Aragok, proves his strength to the horses, gets their approval, and then passes the final test. Get the items left by Gryffindor.

Boys are often full of blood, and they are always happy with adventures and battles.

The same is true for Ai Wen. Although not as keen as Harry and Ron, he has been preparing for this thing for a few months, and even prepared a few black magic for it. The method entered the nest of Aragog.

Now, all problems are solved, and the rest is only fighting.

Ai Wen shook his wand under his pillow and made up his mind.

When he slept in the past, he found himself standing in front of the huge crypt in Aragog.

In front of him was the misty, domed spider web and the cold, damp air.

He shuddered heavily and had not figured out what was going on.

In the final impression of Ai Wen, he was still lying in his warm and comfortable bed. How did he suddenly come to this place and go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest? !

Ai Wen was alert, he heard a strange voice, as if someone was talking by his side.

The next second, Ai Wen heard clearly, in the crypt in front of him, there was a low voice calling for him. This voice is in the endless darkness, as if from the depths of the unknown underground, the whispers are continuous, and I can't hear what is being said.

Ai Wen shook his head, which is clearly the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider, but there is no eight-eye spider around.

In addition to the whisper of the ear, the dark forbidden forest is silent, everything is so weird.

He followed the sound and went deep into the dark nest along the gentle downward slope. Behind the hemispherical giant spider web, he saw an ancient, mysterious cyan stone gate with a door above it. Blurred sign.

If it is not possible to be sure that he is from a Muggle family without any magical traditions and talents, Avon now even begins to wonder if he has a prophetic lineage, whether his ancestors of the body are legendary sages or foreseeers.

Because this dream is too clear and clear to be scary.

Ai Wen didn't know what was waiting for him behind the door. He wanted to ask Aragok, but the huge spider was completely gone.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, if this is just a dream," Evan whispered, focusing on the magical fluctuations around him.

Instead of immediately opening the stone door in front of him, he remembered an old magic book he had seen recently, and the strange magic on the book.

Ai Wen suddenly had a conjecture. Maybe it was the night before a few months ago, that is, the night he went to track the little dwarf Peter and the Aragok lair. His actions caused some of the Aragog’s lair. The attention of unknown creatures.

Everything I see now is an illusion, and its essence is still my own dream.

Unlike the prophecy, this dream is the powerful, unknown creature in the depths of the cave. The director who is below the sound wants to see it. The pictures and information in front of him are what he wants to pass to himself.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen suddenly shuddered.

Being able to cast this incredible illusion spell will continue to affect him in a few months, which means that the magical power of that unknown creature is even stronger than Dumbledore. Perhaps this is why Dumbledore did not find it hiding in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

a magical creature or wizard who is even stronger than Dumbledore

Ai Wen didn't dare to continue thinking about it. He didn't know who the other person was. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Perhaps this is why the strength of Aragog is far beyond the limits of the eight-eye spider species. The master of this voice is the source of its power.

Now, it is calling for itself, not its servant, what does it want to do?

The more I think, the more I feel scared. Combining my own knowledge of magic and the few magic books I have seen recently, he feels that his guess is very likely. A creature with horror is affecting himself through magic.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the other party does not know why it was trapped in the nest of Alagok and was sealed behind this ancient stone door.

It is absolutely necessary to meet the most demanding conditions in order to release it.

Curious to kill the cat, Ai Wen put away the curiosity that he had just raised. He subconsciously stepped back. His inner instinct told him that whatever he had, what he needs to do now is to stay away, even in the illusion of dreams. Among them, he must also stay away from the stone door in front of him, away from the nest of Aragok, away from the master of this voice.

Otherwise, he will encounter opponents and endless troubles that are more difficult than Voldemort.

There are always ways for the horse to be there. It is not necessary to risk the unknown to kill Aragok and to touch an ancient mysterious magical creature.

Just as Ai Wen was determined to leave, the blue stone door in front of him suddenly opened.

The low whisper became clearer and clear, and Avon seemed to hear what the other was saying. Then, he saw a pair of blood-red giant eyes looking at himself behind the stone gate. These eyes are too big, the big ones are outrageous, and there is no feeling in them.

Under the giant eyes of the **** color is the suffocating darkness, and

Ai Wen’s eyes widened. He hurriedly raised his wand. He hadn’t waited for him to cast a spell. Everything in front of him began to blur, and he woke up from his sleep.

Ai Wen sat in his bed, breathing heavily, and his body was covered with cold sweat.

Now that time is approaching three o'clock in the middle of the night, he feels that he has just made a terrible nightmare, but very strange, he can't think of anything.

The bedroom was quiet, and Avon was very thirsty. He tried to sneak out of the bed and pour himself some water from the silver jar under the window. He tried to recall the content of his dream, but he couldn't think of it with a trace of it. He could only vaguely feel that the dream was related to Aragok's lair.

Ai Wen shook his head and tried not to think about it.

He thinks he is just too excited to be excited about the upcoming battle.

He took a sip of water and looked out the window. There was no one on the playground. There was no wind blowing the treetops of the forbidden forest. He was not moving, and he was innocent.

"No matter what happened, as long as you can find out in Alagok's lair, everything can be true!" Ai Wen said to himself.

Perhaps self-comfort has played a role. He feels more peace of mind, puts down the water glass and returns to his bed to sleep again.

This time, he slept very heavily and didn't dream about anything. (To be continued.)