Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

164. Chapter 164, Death in the Fire

    Although Aragog said this, Ivan was hesitant.

    He is not stupid enough to believe in an Acromantula. As a highly intelligent creature, honesty and trustworthiness have never been synonymous with Acromantula; the truth is exactly the opposite, they are the purest, most evil, and the most ferocious dark creature.

    Even though Aragog is a pet raised by Hagrid, it only guarantees that it has a little affection for Hagrid. Other human beings do not care about it! From Aragog's order to kill them without hesitation, you can see the clues.

    Ivan hesitated, and if possible, he hoped to take Aragog together, leaving the territory of Acromantula and leaving Forbidden Forest, not afraid that the other party would not be credited.

    But Aragog's body is too big, and the eight seemingly thick spider legs can't support its own weight. If you leave this spider web, it can't even move.

    "Reducio !"Ivan whispered, he was trying this magic.

    This is what NEWT s Ultimate Wizard exams require students to master. Ivan once saw Professor Flitwick use this spell to shrink a spider. He tried to use it for Aragog. If you can narrow it down, it will be fine.

    I don't know if I didn't master this spell casting technique, or Aragog is immune to this magic. In short, his magic did not work.

    Seeing what Ivan did, the spiders around the depression screamed with anger, countless pairs of hateful eyes, and shines like starlight on those ugly black heads.

    "Hagrid's friend…"Aragog's voice carries a hint of resentment. "Don't try to useless. For the respect of Hagrid's, I won't hurt you, but don't come here to bother us. Our spiders like darkness and silence!"

    "Well, I hope you can talk and count!"Ivan tried a few more spells, and it didn't work. It seems that in addition to the powerful attacking magic, Aragog's hard shell and huge size make it immune to most spells.

    I can’t continue to delay. It’s night, no one knows that I’m here, the rescue in the castle can’t be reached in a short time, and Peter Pettigrew’s situation seems to be getting worse. He’s simply bandaging his right hand doesn’t stop the blood. Exudation.

    Constantly tossing constantly, has consumed him too much physical strength. Looking at him, I am afraid I can't hold on for a long time.

    Ivan slid down from the hemispherical spider web, and he stepped back, with the wand in his hand still pointing at Aragog, who slowly retreated to Peter Pettigrew.

    "Thank you, Ivan, you saved me, I will repay you…"Peter Pettigrew grabbed Ivan's robe and said powerlessly.

    This sentence is not at all happy. If nothing else, Peter Pettigrew should spend the rest of his life in Azkaban Prison forever. He can't expect the other person to repay himself. He doesn't even want to see each other.

    Peter Pettigrew struggled to stand up, but his legs were extremely weak. He just stood halfway and fell down immediately, falling heavily on the ground.

    "Ivan, Ivan, I have no strength, help me, don't leave me alone here…"Peter Pettigrew said in a panic.

    Just shut up. Keep your dirty hands away from my robe! ”Ivan frowned and looked at the blood of Peter Pettigrew on the hem of his black school uniform. He waved wand gently and muttered, "Apparate!"

    It seems that there is an invisible rope tied to Peter Pettigrew's wrist, neck and knees. He is slowly pulled from the ground and pulled into a standing posture, and the body still hangs unpleasantly, like a strange shaped puppet.

    He put his feet a few inches off the ground and his feet were softly pulled.

    "Don't force, if you break free from this magical control, I won't take care of you again!"Ivan warned that he was also weak under his body.

    There are so many things happening tonight, he just wants to go back and take a good sleep.

    Surrounded by hundreds of huge Acromantulas, Ivan slowly left the pit with Peter Pettigrew, and he noticed that the number of spiders around him seemed to be increasing.

    After getting the news, the spiders who were eating out were gradually coming back.

    They were huddled together, giving off a tingling clicking sound, and ferocious black eyes staring at Ivan and Peter Pettigrew, and Ivan could even hear a voice similar to a Swallow's Saliva.

    Fresh human flesh, the temptation to them is too great.

    Fortunately, they all obeyed Aragog's command and did not launch an attack.

    In the center of the concave ground, Aragog still stayed on the misty giant spider web. The big scorpions slowly joined together. It seemed to be staring at Ivan. The eight eyes covered by white scorpion seemed to be clearly Ivan saw every move.

    Then, it began to slowly retreat and retreat back into his lair.

    In the slope of the depression, the road leading to it is filled with other Acromantula.

    Ivan left Peter Pettigrew with the concave land. They climbed the edge of the wide concave land, and he saw the trees again. Aragog and other Acromantulas were disappearing from his eyes.

    Ivan just breathed a sigh of relief and heard the low snoring of Aragog, which came from the depths of the bottomless nest.

    "Kill them!"

    When I heard the Aragog's command, all Acromantula immediately became violent, and they couldn't wait to rush.

    Like a raging black river, with a roar of death, rushed straight to Ivan.

    "Damn, this old guy really doesn't talk about credit!"Ivan had no time to think about it. In Peter Pettigrew's loud scream, he hurriedly pointed to the leaves on the ground with wand and shouted, "Incendio!"

    His wand's tip emits a red flame that instantly ignites the yellow, dry leaves.

    After more than 50 years of accumulation by the Acromantula, no one knows how many leaves are in the pit. They pile up one layer at a time, dry, corrode, and dissipate, leaving some grass fibers that are very easy to burn.

    Under the influence of these leaves, Ivan's magic has achieved amazing results.

    Aragog's Lair, the holy land of Acromantula, turned into a burning fire pit in an instant, and the thundering flame was twenty feet high.

    The amazing heat wave hit the surface, and the Acromantula in the hollow made a screaming sound.

    It is not the usual snoring, but the screams from the depths of the soul.

    Peter Pettigrew looked pale and looked at everything that happened in front of him. He looked at hundreds of Acromantula who had been burned by fire. He suddenly felt as scary and horrified from the thin, dark-haired boy in front of him. temperament.

    At this moment, Ivan is a god of death!