Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

165. Chapter 165 The Death of Wormtail

    The fire in the concave area is burning more and more vigorously. The red-black flame runs down the leaves from the top of the slope, and is transmitted from the outermost side of the edge to the center position, swallowing everything touched.

    The leaves and the wreckage of Acromantula are burned and ash, like a door to hell that is slowly opening. There was a loud, shrill scream in the fire pit, just to stop Ivan from returning to Aragog, where a large number of Acromantula were gathered, and they were desperately fleeing around.

    Ivan stood on the edge of the fire pit and looked at it all coldly.

    The picture in front of him caused a great touch on his heart, the hotness of the oncoming, the burnt smell of flesh and blood, and the mourning of the spiders before their death, those as mourning from the depths of hell, let his legs Quivering constantly.

    But Ivan's right hand holding Wand was incredibly smooth, and from time to time a red glow was emitted, and Acromantula, who tried to escape the fire pit, was shot back.

    Peter Pettigrew, who was on the side, opened his mouth and looked at Ivan with a stunned look. He seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a long time, and said nothing.

    For Ivan, he has no idea of ​​a little resistance now.

    The Acromantula, who had not been burned in the depression, looked at the human boy above with horror. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, seemingly to imprint Ivan's appearance deep into the soul. Starting today, in addition to the natural enemy basilisk, Ivan is destined to become the nightmare of all Acromantula.

    They are constantly retreating and gathering at the center of the depression.

    咔哒咔哒, 咔哒咔哒, 咔哒咔哒…

    Ivan heard Aragog's voice coming from the depths of the nest, and the remaining Acromantula began to force the leaves and the soil, blocking the flame with a barrier.

    The flames in the depression are too strong, and Ivan doesn't know if they can succeed.

    He didn't have time to continue watching. Hearing Aragog's call, more Acromantula drilled out of Forbidden Forest, waving sharp spurs and rushing over to himself, and he hurriedly left Peter Pettigrew.

    The Acromantula that appeared later followed closely behind them. Although their size is much smaller than the Acromantula in the concave fire pit, the power of the sharp big scorpions is exactly the same. If they are accidentally knocked down, they are not dead. That is hurt.

    Ivan's wand shines from time to time, flying nearby spiders, and the remaining magic power is quickly exhausted.

    But the spiders are coming from all directions, and there seems to be no end.

    Peter Pettigrew screamed, his face was extremely frightened, blood and sweat almost drenched his entire robe, and the wound that had already begun to solidify began to crack and ooze out. He wanted to do something, but he didn't dare to move, and he didn't even dare to say it, for fear of destroying the magic that Ivan applied to him.

    If that is the case, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

    After about five minutes, Ivan was almost unable to hold on, even though he killed more spiders and ultimately did not help, they were too many. He insisted on moving forward for a while, then gasped and leaned heavily on the trunk of a banyan tree.

    The wand's tip faint glow slowly dissipates, and it is surrounded by endless darkness.

    "Save me, I seem to be bitten by a spider, save me, I don't want to die!"The scream of Peter Pettigrew came over.

    By starlight, Ivan seemed to see a body and Peter Pettigrew's Acromantula, the size of his body, squatting on his right leg, biting his flesh and blood with the pair of gray-black cheeks, and slamming him back.

    Peter Pettigrew's arm was tightly wrapped around the trunk, and the Acromantula behind him smashed his right leg, with chunks of flesh and blood, and an unpleasant chewing sound in his mouth.

    The smell of blood smelled, and the other Acromantula who were approaching became even more crazy.

    Another spider rushed to Peter Pettigrew. This picture was too horrible. Ivan hurriedly extended out wand and wanted to save him.

    But there was no magic power in the body. He read the spell, and a little red light appeared on the wand, and disappeared immediately, like the candlelight blown out by the wind.

    "Save me, save me, beg you…"It seems that the return to the general, Peter Pettigrew screams, crying more and more loud.

    He struggled, wept, pleaded, and his face was full of tears. He regretted that if this was his final end, he would not sell James and Lily, the promise and power he received from Voldemort. It is useless at all.

    I couldn't bear to hear Peter Pettigrew's scream, Ivan closed his eyes.

    Perhaps this is the end of his own. Suddenly, a long, high-pitched sound sounded, and a dazzling light illuminates the entire forest.

    Ivan opened his eyes in surprise, and he saw that he had been sitting in the old car before school last year, Mr. Weasley's car rumbled over the path.

    The headlights shone, the horn screamed and the spiders slammed into the side.

    A few spiders were hit and fell on their backs, and countless long legs danced in the air. With a harsh sound, the car stopped in front of Ivan and the door slammed open.

    Ivan didn't even think about it. He jumped up and the magic power that had dried up reappeared. His wand made two red lights in succession, flying himself and the spider next to Peter Pettigrew. He grabbed Peter Pettigrew's The left hand dragged him to the front seat of the car.

    They just walked two steps forward. The Acromantula, who had just bitten Peter Pettigrew's right leg, suddenly rushed out from the shadow. The big stalks bitten Peter again, and the front legs were wrapped around him. Hold tightly.

    Ivan and Acromantula, both of them on Peter Pettigrew's body, began a disparity in power.

    As for Peter Pettigrew, he has already fainted.

    Because of the pain, the muscles on my face are still twisting.

    Ivan pulled out the wand in a difficult way, aiming at the spider behind Peter Pettigrew, trying a few times and failing to make a spell.

    Suddenly, Peter Pettigrew woke up again. His pupil was wide open with fear, his eyes sliding from Ivan's face to the other side, watching more and more Acromantula around, they are gradually coming around, ready to attack themselves and Ivan.

    Looking at the firm expression on the boy's face, Peter Pettigrew once again remembered Sirius Black, the best friend of his time.

    Black just said that if he didn't sell James and Lily to Voldemort, he would be willing to die for himself.

    If Black is here, he will definitely be like Ivan, hold on to him and let go.

    If you didn’t sell James and Lily in the past, how good would it be?

    Peter Pettigrew closed his eyes and the tears flowed out again, because the painful and distorted face flashed a trace of regret and determination.

    The next second, he slammed away from Ivan, and he watched the boy fly too far into the car because he was too hard.

    Peter Pettigrew took a little bit of regret in his heart and was dragged by the spider behind him into the Acromantula group.

    The car engine rang, it set off with Ivan and knocked down more spiders.

    Through the dirty window, Ivan saw Peter Pettigrew's figure disappear.

    The spiders made a triumphant loud scream, he knew what it meant, and Wormtail was dead!