Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 163: Reaper in fire
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Although Aragok said so, Ivan was somewhat hesitant.
He is not stupid enough to believe in a Acromantula. As a very intelligent creature, honesty and trustworthiness have never been synonymous with Acromantula; the truth is exactly the opposite. They are the purest, most evil, and most brutal dark creature(s).
Even if Aragog is a pet of Hagrid, it can only guarantee that he has a little affection for Hagrid, other human life and death, it does not care! From Aragok's order to kill them without hesitation, we can see the clues.
Ivan hesitated. If possible, he hopes to take Aragok together. As long as he leaves the territory of Acromantula and leaves Forbidden Forest, he is not afraid of the other party not saying credit.
However, Aragog's is so huge that the eight seemingly sturdy spider legs cannot support its own weight at all. If you leave this spider web, it cannot even move.
"Reducio!" Ivan whispered softly as he tried the magic.
This is what the N.E.W.Ts ultimate wizard(s) level examination requires students to master. Ivan has seen Professor Flitwick use this spell to shrink a spider. He tried to use it on Aragok. If it can be narrowed, then everything is fine.
I do n’t know if you do n’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 made an angry click, and countless pairs of eyes full of hatred, Winky / glittering glowed on those ugly black heads.
"Hagrid's friends ..." There is a hint of resentment in the voice of Aragog's, "Do n’t try any more useless, out of respect for Hagrid's, I wo n’t hurt you, but do n’t come here to disturb us again, Our spiders like darkness and silence! "
"Okay, I hope you can speak and talk!" Ivan tried a few more magics, all of which did not work. It seems that in addition to the powerful attack magic, Aragok ’s hard carapace and huge body shape Make it immune to most spells.
Ca n’t continue any longer. Now it ’s night, and no one knows that he came here. The rescue in the castle could not be reached in a short time, and the situation of Pettigrew Peter seems to be getting worse. Stop the bleeding of blood.
Continuous and tossing one after another, has consumed him too much physical strength. Looking at him, I'm afraid I can't hold on for long.
Ivan slipped from the hemispherical spider web. He stepped backwards. wand(s) still pointed at Aragok in his hand. He slowly retreated to Pettigrew Peter.
"Thank you, Ivan, you saved me, I will repay you ..." Pettigrew Peter grabbed Ivan's robe and said weakly.
This sentence is not a bit pleasant. If there is no accident, Pettigrew Peter should spend the second half of his life in Azkaban Prison forever. He does not expect the other party to repay himself. He does n’t even want to see the other party.
Pettigrew Peter struggled to stand up, but his legs were extremely weak. He just stood halfway and fell immediately, falling heavily on the ground.
"Ivan, Ivan, I have no strength, help me, don't leave me one here ..." Pettigrew Peter said in panic.
"Shut up! Move your dirty hands away from my robe!" Ivan frowned, watching his black school uniform hem full of Pettigrew Peter blood, he gently waved wand(s), mumbled, "Shifting phantom!"
It seems that there is an invisible rope tied to the wrist, neck and knee of Pettigrew Peter. He was slowly pulled up from the ground to a standing posture, and his body was still hanging down unpleasantly like a strange-shaped puppet.
His feet were a few inches off the ground and his feet were softly pulled.
"Don't use force, if you break away from this magic control, I won't control you anymore!" Ivan warned that he was weak all over.
There are so many things happening tonight, he just wants to go back to sleep now.
Surrounded by hundreds of huge Acromantulas, Ivan took Pettigrew Peter slowly away from the depression, and he noticed that the number of spiders around him seemed to be increasing.
After getting the news, the spiders who are foraging outside are gradually coming back.
They are crowded together, making a squeaky clicking sound, and their fierce black eyes are staring closely at Ivan and Pettigrew Peter, and Ivan can even hear sounds similar to drooling.
Fresh human flesh is too tempting to them.
Fortunately, they all followed the Aragog's command and did not launch an attack.
In the middle of the concave ground, Aragok remained on the misty giant cobweb, the pair of claws slowly merged together, and it seemed to be staring closely at Ivan, the eight covered by the white feather Eyes seem to be able to clearly see every move of Ivan.
Then, it slowly receded back and forth, back into his lair.
All the roads leading to it in the concave **** are filled with other Acromantula.
Ivan left this depression with Pettigrew Peter, they climbed to the edge of this wide depression, he saw the trees again, and Aragok and other Acromantula were disappearing from his eyes.
Ivan just breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Aragok's low clicking sound, which came from the bottom of the bottomless nest.
"Kill them!"
After hearing the Aragog's order, all Acromantula immediately became irritable, and they rushed up eagerly.
Like a turbulent black river, rushing towards Ivan with a roar of death.
"Damn, this old guy really didn't talk about credit!" Ivan had no time to think about it. In the scream of Pettigrew Peter, he hurriedly pointed at the leaves on the ground with wand(s) and shouted, "Incendio!"
His the wand's tip burst out of a red flame and instantly ignited yellow, dry leaves.
After more than 50 years of accumulation by Acromantula, no one knows how many leaves there are in this hollow. They are piled up layer by layer, constantly drying, corroding, and dissipating, leaving some very easy to burn grassy fibers.
Under the influence of these leaves, Ivan's magic has achieved amazing results.
The holy place of Aragog's Lair and Acromantula, in an instant, turned into a burning fire pit, and the terrifying flame was twenty feet high.
A shocking heat wave is coming, and the Acromantula in the depression makes a terrible sound.
Not the usual clicking sound, but a scream from the depths of the soul.
Pettigrew Peter looked pale at everything that happened in front of him, and looked at hundreds of Acromantula burned to death by fire. He suddenly felt as scary and horrifying as the Dark Lord from this thin black boy in front of him Temperament.
At this moment, Ivan is the **** of death! (To be continued.)