Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 164: Death of Wormtail
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In the concave ground, the fire became more and more vigorous. The red and black flames followed the leaves of the **** from top to bottom, passing from the outermost edge to the center, engulfing all the touch.
Leaves and Acromantula wreckage were burned and scattered with ashes, like a door to **** that was slowly opening. There was a loud, harsh scream in the fire pit. In order to prevent Ivan from returning to Aragok just now, a large number of Acromantula gathered inside, and they were desperately running around.
Ivan stood on the edge of the fire pit and watched all this coldly.
The picture in front of him caused a great impact on his heart, the hotness of the oncoming face, the burnt smell of burning flesh and blood, and the wailing of the spiders before they died. Those wailing like the depths of **** let him 'S legs are trembling.
But Ivan's right hand holding wand(s) was extremely stable. From time to time, it emitted a red light and shot down Acromantula who was trying to escape from the fire pit.
Pettigrew Peter on the side opened his mouth wide and stared at Ivan in amazement. He seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a long time, and said nothing.
For Ivan, he has no idea of rebellion.
The Acromantulas who were not burnt to death in the concave ground looked at the human boy above with horror, staring at him with countless eyes, seeming to imprint the appearance of Ivan's into the depths of the soul. Starting today, in addition to the natural enemy basilisk, Ivan is destined to become a nightmare for all Acromantula.
They are constantly receding, gathering towards the center of the concave ground.
Click, click, click ...
Ivan heard the sound of Aragog's from the depths of the nest, and the remaining Acromantula began to turn over the leaves and the soil with force, blocking the flames with barriers.
The flames in the depression are too strong, Ivan do n’t know if they can succeed.
He has no time to continue watching. Hearing Aragog's calls, more Acromantula drilled out of Forbidden Forest, wielding sharp claws, rushing towards himself desperately, he hurriedly took Pettigrew Peter away.
The Acromantula that appeared after followed closely behind them. Although their size was much smaller than that of the Acromantula in the concave fire pit, the power of those sharp claws was indeed the same. If they were accidentally knocked down , Or death is injured.
Ivan's wand(s) emits light from time to time, striking the approaching spider, and the remaining magic power is quickly consumed.
But the spiders are emerging from all directions, as if there is no end.
Pettigrew Peter screamed, his expression extremely frightened, blood and sweat soaked almost his entire robe, and the wound that had already begun to solidify began to crack again and oozed out. He wanted to do something, but he didn't dare to mess up, even dare not say anything, for fear of destroying the magic that Ivan imposed on himself.
If that were the case, the consequences would be unbearable.
After about five minutes, Ivan is about to persevere. Even if he kills more spiders, it wo n’t help. The number of them is too much. He insisted on walking forward for a while, then panting heavily, leaning heavily on the trunk of an oak tree.
The faint light of the wand's tip slowly dissipated, and the surroundings fell into endless darkness.
"Save me, I seem to have been bitten by a spider. Save me, I don't want to die!" The scream of Pettigrew Peter came over.
Through the starlight, Ivan seems to see a Acromantula of the size of Pettigrew Peter lying on his right leg, biting his flesh with the pair of gray and black claws, pulling him back backwards. .
Pettigrew Peter arms tightly around the trunk next to him, with a click, the Acromantula behind him severely bit off his right leg, with a large chunk of flesh, and an unpleasant chewing sound in his mouth.
Smell the blood, and the other Acromantulas who are approaching have become even more crazy.
Another spider rushed to Pettigrew Peter. This picture is too terrifying. Ivan hurriedly extended wand(s), trying to save him.
But there was n’t any magic power at all. He was reading a mantra, and there was a little red light on wand(s), and it disappeared immediately, like a candle light blown by the wind.
"Save me, save me, please ..." It seems like looking back and looking back, the screaming and crying of Pettigrew Peter are getting louder and louder.
He is struggling, crying, pleading, and his face is full of tears, he regrets, if this is his final end, he said that he would not betray anything James and Lily, the promise he received from Voldemort And powerful force, it is useless.
Can't bear to hear the scream of Pettigrew Peter, Ivan closed his eyes.
Maybe this is the end of his own life. Suddenly, a high and long voice rang out, and a dazzling light illuminated the entire wood.
Ivan opened his eyes in surprise. He saw that he had sat in the old car before the start of school last year. The Mr. Weasley car thundered over the path.
The headlights were shining, and the horn screamed, knocking the spiders aside.
Several spiders were knocked upside down and countless long legs dancing in the air. With a harsh voice, the car stopped in front of the Ivan and the doors opened sharply.
Ivan did n’t even think about it. He jumped up suddenly, and the already dry magic power reappeared again. His wand(s) radiated two red rays one after another, striking himself and the spider beside Pettigrew Peter, and he grabbed the Pettigrew Peter. With his left hand, dragging him toward the front seat of the car.
They just took two steps forward, and the Acromantula that just bit off the right leg of Pettigrew Peter suddenly rushed out of the side shadow. Its big claws bited Peter again, and the front leg was wrapped around the waist. Hold him tightly.
Ivan and Acromantula, the two of them started a disagreement on the body of Pettigrew Peter.
As for Pettigrew Peter, he has already fainted.
Because of the pain, the muscles on his face are still spastically twisted.
Ivan pulled out the wand(s) with difficulty, and aimed at the spider behind Pettigrew Peter. After several attempts, the spell was not successfully issued.
Suddenly, Pettigrew Peter woke up again. His pupils widened with fear, his eyes slipped away from the Ivan's face, looking at more and more Acromantulas around them, they were gradually surrounding, ready to attack himself and Ivan.
Looking at the firm expression on the boy's face, Pettigrew Peter once again remembered Sirius Black, his best friend.
Black just said that if he did not sell James and Lily to Voldemort, he would be willing to die for himself.
If Black is here, he will also be like Ivan, hold him tight and not let go?
If you did n’t sell James and Lily, how good would it be?
Pettigrew Peter closes his eyes, tears flow out again, and a trace of regret and determination flashes on his distorted face due to pain.
The next second, he broke free of Ivan, and he watched the boy fly so hard that he flew back into the car.
And Pettigrew Peter took a little confession deep down in his heart and was dragged into the Acromantula group by the spider behind him.
The car engine roared, and it set off with Ivan, knocking down more spiders coming closer.
Through the tarnished window, Ivan saw the figure of Pettigrew Peter gradually disappearing.
The spiders made a triumphant loud click, he knew what it meant, Wormtail was dead! (To be continued.)