Vol 2 Chapter 320: The shadow of Sarah Chaslin

The mystery of the millennium was opened at the tip of the iceberg, but things became more and more confusing.
Through these ancient murals, Ai Wen finally figured out what the enemy he was facing.
However, he found that the doubts in his mind did not decrease, but more and more.
No matter how you look at it, Sarah Slytherin’s last act is too suspicious. Ai Wen tried to recall his life story, but found that in all known historical facts, only the most detailed description of his experience in the establishment of Hogwarts.
There is hardly any record about Slytherin’s childhood and the experience of leaving Hogwarts, just like the darkness in front of him, it’s a mystery.
Ai Wenyu looked at the Slytherin hang-up box with a faint green light in his hand. In addition to Voldemort's Horcrux, this thing hides even more amazing secrets.
In the darkness, Malfoy made a low-pitched pain and interrupted Ai Wen’s thoughts. He turned his head and saw Malfoy's expression lying on the ground extremely painful. The pale face was full of tiny sweat, and the horrible nightmare seemed to have reached the most critical moment.
Ai Wen knows that he has to hurry, and with the help of the Slytherin locket, he can continue to insist, but Malfoy is almost unable to stop.
If he delays, his soul will be swallowed up by the nightmare of his sleep.
Ai Wen looked up and looked at the monster above the head.
It is shaking the tentacles, and the huge eyes are staring at themselves and the locket in their hands.
Its eyes are cold and there is no feeling, just like watching a dead person.
According to the message left on the rock wall, this monster's ugly, huge body and constantly shaking purple tentacles are all ghosts that do not exist.
Above myself, only the blood-red giant eyes are real.
Since entering the stone room, Ai Wen has never looked at it with his eyes.
Every time, he rushed through.
The disproportionate eyeball and the slender pupil on it give a creepy oppression, as if to evoke the fear hidden in the deepest part of the heart.
Ai Wen knows that he can't back down. He forced himself to look at his eyes. Even if there is protection of green fog in front of him, the spirit is still awkward.
"Sala Chasletlin" whispered in and out.
I can hear from the tone that he has unlimited resentment against Slytherin.
Even if the time has passed for a thousand years, this grievance has not subsided.
"The lost lamb, you are doing useless struggles, you have seized your own destiny, as if you can really change everything, but you don't know that you are already on the wrong track."
"Shut up, you have enough nonsense, and my fate is naturally controlled by myself." Ai Wen calmly replied, "I will not rely on others, and will not believe that there is only one like you. The monster under the eye."
He swiftly swung his wand and the red light quickly flew upwards.
"No!" The horrible monster screams and reaches the soul.
Ai Wen took a breath and stepped back. The wand in his hand did not stop. The mouth quickly chanted the spell, and the other spells aimed at the monster's eyes.
Boom, bang, bang! ! !
Under the attack of Avon, its body is rapidly disintegrating.
The shadow of the shadow was blurred, and the rough, broken body eventually disappeared. Above the top of Avon's head, only two huge white eyeballs were left exposed, and a pile of rotten meat mixed with red blood vessels and muscle fibers joined tightly to the ceiling.
On the big and disproportionate eyeballs, the red color that Avon has always seen is only a small part, and it does not cover the whole tenth of the eye.
"Slytherin's descendants, you have to pay for what you do!" It stared closely at Ai Wen, the vain voice was not blurred, and gradually strengthened. "Since you are not willing to sacrifice your soul, then I was eaten by me!"
Its voice just fell, and the whole space began to vibrate.
The ground was shaking, and a lot of cracks appeared above the rock wall. The murals on the top of the rock shattered and fell off, and the loud noise of the booming came out from the bottom of the earth.
The slender pupils are torn, and the huge eyeballs are split from the middle.
Ai Wen took a step back and looked at the monster unbelievably.
Like the fiercest monster, it has a sultry momentum. The huge gap between the two eyeballs is covered with long, sharp fangs, with a row of dense barbs on the inside and mucous membranes on the inside. And the endless darkness, the Buddha will never see the end.
Ai Wen can't imagine now what the monster is.
This is just the power of the eye. If its body is here, I am afraid that I have no chance to fight back. And such a powerful, evil monster was defeated by Sarah Slytherin in his youth thousands of years ago, when it was at its peak.
The two eyes swayed and fell off the rock wall of the ceiling.
They floated in the air, opened a huge gap and flew over to Ai Wen.
Ai Wen quickly retreated backwards, not sure what kind of magic to use to deal with them. The existence of this monster itself is beyond his understanding and common sense.
He waved his wand and made a few spells, but it didn't work.
The sly monster is getting closer and closer to himself, and when Avon thinks that everything is about to end, all the magic suddenly falls out and is poured into the lock box in his hand.
Slytherin’s pendants floated slowly, and the emeralds on them glowed intensely, and even the strange inscriptions around them glowed dark gold.
This seems to be a signal that a white halo is gradually appearing above the rock wall.
The stone door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly opened, and the Slytherin statue in the outer hall was followed by a dazzling brilliance.
The white floats floating in the caves descended rapidly, like the fish that migrated in the deep blue sea, and they swiftly swung down around the Salazar statue.
Silver, green, and gold light clusters gather at the location of Ai Wen, blending with the green haze around the lock box.
Eventually, it gradually merged into a shape, and a humanoid virtual shadow appeared in front of Ai Wen.
This is a handsome 15-year-old boy, a medieval-style wizard's robe with black jade hair and a pure white wand in his hand.
"Sala Chasletlin"
While Ai Wen recognized him, the monster in front of him also whispered.
It did not continue to attack Ai Wen, turned to resentful look at the illusion of Salazar. (To be continued.)