The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 137: Aragog (Tomorrow)
To be honest, choosing to come to the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is really not a good idea.

Mainly the surrounding environment.

The Forbidden Forest is definitely not dead and silent. Ever since the group of four stepped into the Forbidden Forest, the sound of rustling leaves and branches breaking suddenly hasn't stopped.

The deeper it went, the denser the surrounding fog became. I don't know when, the stars above the head were no longer visible.

Those tall trees in the darkness seemed to become terrifying, and there seemed to be something hiding behind those towering trees in the shadows.

"Fluorescence"

Melda followed behind Harry and threw a cloud of fluorescent lights forward, illuminating the area pale.

Today's four-man formation looks like this.

Harry walked in the front, Melda followed behind Harry, Hermione walked side by side with Melda, and that fellow Ron followed timidly at the end.

"Melda, you won't be afraid!"

Hermione looked at Melda playfully.

Unexpectedly, he, who is not afraid of anything, is actually afraid now.

"Ah!"

Melda turned her face away, and let out a short and high-pitched voice.

afraid?
Does he have the word fear in Melda's dictionary?
Ahem, there really is, it's on the first page.

"You still say me, you are not afraid, don't grab me!"

He stubbornly refused to admit it.

This time it was indeed too long to go deep into the Forbidden Forest.

And since his soul was completely repaired and fixed, his feelings about this world became clearer and clearer.

In the past, he seemed to be hiding behind a glass to experience the world, although at that time he could also feel the cold and pain.But that feeling is like scratching an itch, there is always a sense of distance.

But now it's different.The surrounding darkness is so clear.

Even if Melda knew that nothing in the Forbidden Forest could hurt him.

But the fear will not be reduced by half.The crackling sound was right next to him, so real.

"Harry, have you spotted an acromantula?"

After looking around for a week, Hermione, who didn't see a single spider, couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. "Didn't it mean that the depths of the Forbidden Forest are full of them?"

"It's probably because Melda did it too hard last time, so they were all scared." Harry, the team leader, said thoughtfully as he looked at the illuminated area in front of him.

"So what do we do?" Hermione asked.

"Then let's go back!" Ron, this guy, kept tugging at the corner of Melda's clothes, his eyes constantly looking around.

"How can you give up like this?" Hermione said angrily.

"Keep going."

Melda interrupted the conversation between the three of them. Originally, he didn't want to come, but now that he has come here, he will definitely not go back empty-handed.

The foursome continued to walk in silence for about 20 minutes.

The darkness here is more intense.

Melda could clearly feel that this kind of black mist was not just pure black without light.

It's something like black silk cloth with less magical power.

This makes it seem like they have just torn a hole in the light of the lighting with their wands in hand.The range of no more than five meters in front and back is the limit of the lighting technique.

A faint, lonely light, hidden in the dark ocean.

It seems to be a lonely boat, which may be overturned at any time.

"Wait. There seems to be something on the tree in front?" Melda who was following Harry keenly noticed that just now, something seemed to flash past in the darkness ahead.

"Grab it quickly." Hermione quickly pulled out her wand and wanted to step forward.

But Melda's reaction was faster. He grabbed Hermione's arm to stop her impulsive impulse, and at the same time raised his hand suddenly, the magic eye was activated instantly, and the Myriad Illusion directly used Melda as a circular crazy pavement. It's gone.

"what happened."

Just now, strange images flashed through Hermione's mind, but before she could react, those images disappeared again.

"Caught it." Melda didn't explain too much.

He just hurriedly led his friends to turn right and walked quickly in the other direction.

The reason why he didn't explain it was very simple, it was just because he was not very proficient in using the magic eye's illusion skills.

Today, he can only release illusions indiscriminately, and he can't control them precisely.

That's why Hermione and the others were in a trance for a moment.

But fortunately, there is a huge gap between the magic power needed to hypnotize a human being and the magic power required to hypnotize an acromantula.

Melda's magical power to control spiders is not enough to harm the human spirit.

"Follow!"

About ten minutes later, when the ground under her feet began to slope downward, Melda knew that they had arrived.

"Is it here?"

Harry looked at the surrounding environments that looked like hollows in the basalt stone, and couldn't help but stop a little.

Holding his wand tightly, he slowly moved towards Melda.

He knew that this place should be the lair of the giant arachnid, and there must be a huge number of spiders in the surrounding cavities.

Suddenly, as if some mechanism had been triggered, countless spiders the size of horses pulling a carriage frantically sprang out.

Eight eyes, eight legs, black and furry, popped out of those holes, and in an instant the entire steep slope was covered by them.

That terrifying creature kept making 'hissing' figures, like a big black net, surrounding them all around.

"Melda!" Ron exclaimed, and immediately rushed to Melda's side, holding on to Melda's arm, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.

"who?"

Ahead, a spider the size of a small elephant slowly crawled out of a huge, wet spider web.

Its black body was mingled with old gray, and each eye in its ugly pincer-shaped head was white. It seemed that he was blind.

"We're friends with Hagrid?"

Harry responded immediately.

"Hagrid's friend?" Aragog said irritably, "I'm sleeping"

"Hagrid never sent anyone to our valley," said another older acromantula.

"I know that man, he killed many of our fellow citizens."

"Kill him, kill him!"

The instigation of the old spider was very influential. In an instant, the countless young acromantulas around them were restless, as if they were about to rush up and crush the four of them in the next moment.

"Harry, keep asking. Leave the rest to me."

Afterwards, Melda decisively took out the mithril flute from her pocket.

Gently reach the mouth.

While breathing, the melodious music was like a warm wind blowing over the cheeks of everyone present.

The sound of the flute was beating like a children's song.

However, it was mixed with the crazy whispers of mountains and mountains, rushing into the brains of those acromantulas like sharp swords.

(End of this chapter)