Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Okay, I think..." Hearing the rustling of the leaves on the ground behind him, Ivan hurriedly shouted to Aragog, "I should go too, thank you for your help, Aragog, I will meet with Hagrid Talk about it!"

"Go?" Aragog said leisurely, "I think it's better not to..."

Ivan's heart thumped suddenly, and the worst result he expected appeared, and Aragog didn't intend to let them go at all.

He slowly backed away. There were too many acromantulas around him, and it was impossible for him to be their opponent. He quickly glanced at Pettigrew Peter, if this guy could use the evil black magic that caused the violent explosion again , maybe there is still a chance.

Pettigrew Peter collapsed on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, because he lost too much blood, his skin was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

With his current state, not to mention continuing to fight, casting magic, it is even impossible to stand up.

Really, an out-and-out trash!

Ivan clenched the wand in his hand, Peter Pettigrew, not to mention becoming a combat force, would be a complete burden if he fought for a while.

His eyes looked around again, and finally fell on Aragog again.

It would be unrealistic to fight so many ferocious acromantulas. The only chance is to capture Aragog first.But when he saw Aragog's huge body like a baby elephant, Aiwen swallowed again. It was too difficult to capture this big guy, and even Hagrid might not be able to do it.

"My sons and daughters obeyed my orders and did no harm to Hagrid!" Aragog said slowly, "but fresh human flesh will come to your door automatically, and I can't stop them from enjoying it. Farewell, friends of Hagrid, Thanks for helping us kill that guy in the castle..."

Aiwen turned around, and a dozen steps away, on a high place above him, the spiders formed a solid, towering copper wall and iron wall, and the big pincers clicked into one piece, like a black river, and quickly moved towards the middle of the depression. Gather up.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to faint from fright, lying motionless on the ground.

Ai Wen's legs were trembling, and he secretly made up his mind. He knew that it was time to fight to the death. If he didn't do it again, he would never have the chance to do it.

He may not be able to capture Aragog, but he can magically threaten it to let him and Peter Pettigrew go.

In the next second, Ivan turned around abruptly, and rushed towards Aragog in the middle of the spider web.

With a red light from his wand, he knocked away the acromantula standing in front of him without a pause. He avoided Aragog's huge sharp black pincers and constantly dancing spider legs, and went around to Aragog. gram side.

Aragog waved his huge eight spider legs, trying to avoid Aiwen who was approaching backwards.

But it's too old, it doesn't have enough physical strength to make it react quickly, and its huge size can't make it move and dodge quickly.

Panting heavily, Alvin climbed onto the misty, hemispherical spider web.The cobwebs under his feet were sticky, but he couldn't stop him from moving. He clenched his wand tightly and cast a stun spell, causing Aragog to be stunned for a short time. He took the opportunity to rush to the inside of its body.

This is definitely the craziest thing Ivan has ever done in his life. The end of his wand hit the rough skin on Aragog's body fiercely.

Looking at the spider's barbed, hard black fluff, Ivan felt unprecedented nausea.

Skin-to-skin with an acromantula, he wondered how Hagrid managed it.

Aiwen's heart was beating fast, and he almost jumped out of his chest. He was covered in sweat, and the cold night wind blew through him, making him feel cold.The winter nights were very cold, and the temperature inside the Forbidden Forest was several degrees lower than outside, but this spider web was very warm, and a warm current blew slowly from bottom to top.

The discomfort caused by the cold wind dissipated instantly.

Ivan turned his head and saw a pothole behind the spider's web, a gentle slope slanting downward, bottomless, it should be Aragog's lair.

The warm wind around me is blown from inside. No wonder this hemispherical spiderweb is always foggy when viewed from the outside.Ivan doesn't know what's underneath, maybe an underground hot spring, or something else that emits heat...

If it weren't for the current situation, he would really like to go in and take a look.

As the lair of the Spider King, Aragog must have stored many valuable things in it.

Among other things, there must be a lot of potion ingredients and magical plants in it.Or there will be powerful magic items. You know, even if he has lived for more than 50 years, even with the bloodline of the acromantula, Aragog's size is too huge.

It's not normal, he must have been helped by something.

Now is not the time to think about this, Ivan shook his head, pointed his wand at Aragog's head, and said hurriedly, "Let us go, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but a bright light shone from the end of his wand.

Aragog trembled, it could feel the temperature above Aiwen's wand, it didn't expect this human boy to be so bold and dare to threaten him.

Aiwen's meaning is very obvious, if Aragog does not agree to let them go, even if he can't kill it on the spot, he is absolutely sure to use magic to penetrate its head.Aragog was really too old. After receiving such a fatal injury, his end was almost certain.

Even, if there is a chance, Aiwen is ready to burn Aragog's lair with a fire.

"You won, Hagrid's friend, you are indeed very brave, no wonder you were able to kill that guy in the castle!" Click, click, Aragog's pincers danced quickly, "Take that guy down and leave, I will bind my sons and daughters."

Click, click, under Aragog's command, the spiders scattered back.

A few seconds later, in the center of the depression, only Peter Pettigrew was lying there alone, panting weakly.

Chapter 163 Death in the Fire

Although Aragog said so, Ivan hesitated.

He was not stupid enough to believe the words of an acromander. As a highly intelligent creature, honesty and trustworthiness have never been synonymous with an acromander; Vicious dark creatures.

Even though Aragog is Hagrid's pet, this can only guarantee that it has some affection for Hagrid, and it doesn't care about the life or death of other humans!It can be seen from Aragog's order to kill them without hesitation just now.

Aiwen hesitated. If possible, he hoped to take Aragog away together. As long as he left the territory of the acromantula and the forbidden forest, he would not be afraid of the other party's dishonesty.

But Aragog's body is too huge, those eight seemingly thick spider legs can't support its own weight at all, if it leaves this spider web, it can't even move.

"Shrink quickly!" Ivan whispered, he was trying this magic.

This is the content that students are required to master in the NEWTs ultimate wizard level exam. Ivan once saw Professor Flitwick use this spell to shrink a spider. He tried to use it on Aragog. If he can shrink it, everything will be fine.

I don't know if it's because I haven't mastered the spell casting skills, or Aragog is immune to this spell.Anyway, his magic didn't work.

Seeing what Ivan was doing, the spiders around the depression made an angry clicking sound, and countless pairs of eyes full of hatred shone on those ugly black heads.

"Hagrid's friend..." Aragog's voice carried a hint of resentment, "Don't make any more useless attempts, out of respect for Hagrid, I won't hurt you, but don't come here to disturb us again, We spiders love darkness and silence!"

"Well, I hope you can keep your word!" Ivan tried a few more spells, but none of them worked. It seems that in addition to the powerful attack magic, Aragog's hard carapace and huge body make it Immune to most spells.

I can't delay any longer. It's night now, and no one knows I'm here. Rescue in the castle can't be reached in a short time, and Peter Pettigrew's condition seems to be getting worse and worse. His simple bandage on his right hand can't stop him. Oozing of blood.

The continuous tossing and tossing has consumed too much of his energy.Judging by his appearance, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long.

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

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

This sentence did not make people happy at all. If there were no accidents, Peter Pettigrew should spend the rest of his life in the wizard prison of Azkaban forever. He didn't expect the other party to repay him, and he didn't even want to see him again.

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

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

"Shut up! Keep your dirty hands away from my robe!" Aiwen frowned, seeing the blood of Peter Pettigrew on the hem of his black school uniform, he waved his wand lightly, and muttered, "Phantom Apparatus!"

It seemed that there were invisible ropes tied around Peter Pettigrew's wrists, neck and knees. He was slowly pulled up from the ground into a standing posture, his body still hanging down unpleasantly, like a grotesque puppet.

His feet were a few inches off the ground, and they dangled limply.

"Don't use too much force, if you break free from the control of this magic, I won't bother you anymore!" Ivan warned, and he felt weak all over his body.

There were so many things that happened tonight, he just wanted to go back and sleep well.

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

After getting the news, the spiders who were foraging outside are gradually coming back.

They were densely packed together, making a scalp-numbing clicking sound, and their murderous black eyes were fixed on Ivan and Pettigrew Peter, and Ivan could even hear the sound similar to swallowing saliva.

Fresh human flesh is too tempting for them.

Fortunately, they all obeyed Aragog's order and did not attack.

In the center of the depression, Aragog was still on the giant misty spider web. His big pincers slowly opened and closed. It seemed to be staring at Aiwen closely. The eight eyes covered by white clouds seemed to be Can clearly see Ivan's every move.

Then, it began to retreat slowly one after another, retreating into his lair.

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

Ivan took Peter Pettigrew out of the depression, and they climbed up to the edge of the wide depression. He saw the trees again, and Aragog and the other acromantulas were disappearing from his eyes.

Just as Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Aragog's low clicking sound coming from the depths of that bottomless lair.

"Kill them!"

Hearing Aragog's order, all the acromantula immediately became irritable, and they couldn't wait to rush up.

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

"Damn it, this old guy is really dishonest!" Ivan didn't have time to think about it, and while Peter Pettigrew screamed loudly, he hurriedly pointed his wand at the leaves on the ground and shouted, "The flames are blazing!"

A red flame shot from the end of his wand, instantly igniting the yellow, dry leaves.

After more than 50 years of accumulation by the giant spiders, no one knows how many leaves there are in this depression.They are piled up layer by layer, constantly drying up, corroding, and dissipating, leaving some grassy fibers that are very easy to burn.

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

Aragog's lair, the sacred place of the acromantula, turned into a blazing fire pit in an instant, and the shocking flames were twenty feet high.

An astonishing heat wave came head-on, and the acromantula in the depression made a shrill sound.

It wasn't the usual rattling sound, but a scream from the depths of the soul.

Peter Pettigrew looked pale at what was happening in front of him, looking at hundreds of acromantulas burned to death by the fire, he suddenly felt from the thin black-haired boy in front of him that he was as exciting as the Dark Lord. Fear, horror temperament.

At this moment, Ivan is the god of death!

Chapter 164 The Death of Wormtail

The fire in the depression is burning more and more vigorously. The red and black flames travel from top to bottom along the leaves of the slope, from the outermost edge to the center, devouring everything it touches.

The leaves and the remains of the acromantula were burned, and the ashes were flying in all directions, like a gate to hell that was slowly opening.There were loud and piercing screams in the fire pit. In order to prevent Aiwen from returning to Aragog, a large number of acromantulas gathered inside, and they were fleeing in despair.

Ai Wen stood on the edge of the fire pit, watching all this coldly.

The scene in front of him greatly touched his heart. The scorching heat coming at him, the smell of burnt flesh, and the wailing of the spiders before they died, those wailing from the depths of hell, made his legs trembling constantly.

However, Ivan's right hand holding the wand was extremely stable, emitting red rays of light from time to time, and shot down the acromantula that was trying to escape from the fire pit.

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

As for Aiwen, he now has no thought of resisting at all.

The acromantulas who were not burned to death in the depression also looked at the human boy above in horror, and countless pairs of eyes stared at him, as if they wanted to imprint Aiwen's appearance deep in their souls.From today onwards, except for the natural enemy Basilisk, Aiwen is destined to become the nightmare of all acromantulas.

They kept retreating, gathering toward the center of the depression.

Click click, click click, click click...

Ivan heard Aragog's voice coming from the depths of the nest, and the remaining acromantia began to turn over the leaves and soil vigorously, using the isolation belt to block the flames from the outside.

The flames in the depression were too strong, and Ivan didn't know if they could succeed.

He had no time to continue watching. Hearing Aragog's call, more acromantulas emerged from the Forbidden Forest, waving their sharp pincers, and rushed towards him recklessly. Pettigrew leaves.

The acromantula that appeared last followed closely behind the two of them. Although they were much smaller than the acromantula in the fire pit in the depression, the power of those sharp pincers was exactly the same. Knocked down, either dead or injured.

Aiwen's wand glowed from time to time, knocking away the approaching spiders, and the remaining magic power was quickly exhausted.

However, spiders appeared from all directions, continuously, as if there was no end to it.

Peter Pettigrew screamed, his expression extremely terrified, blood and sweat almost drenched his entire robe, and the wound that had already started to solidify began to crack again, oozing blood.He wanted to do something, but he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to speak, for fear of destroying the magic that Ivan cast on himself.

If that were the case, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After about 5 minutes, Ivan was almost unable to hold on. No matter how many spiders he killed, it would not help in the end, because there were too many of them.He persisted and walked forward for a while, then panting heavily, he leaned heavily on the trunk of an oak tree.

The faint light at the end of the wand slowly dissipated, and the surroundings fell into endless darkness again.

"Help me, I seem to be bitten by a spider, save me, I don't want to die!" Peter Pettigrew screamed.

Through the starlight, Ivan seemed to see an acromantula about the size of Peter Pettigrew lying on his right leg, biting his flesh and blood with those gray-black pincers, and pushing him hard towards him. Pulled back.

Peter Pettigrew wrapped his arms tightly around the tree trunk beside him, and with a click, the acromantula behind him bit off his right leg abruptly, leaving a large piece of flesh, making an unpleasant chewing sound in its mouth .

Smelling the smell of blood, the other acromantulas that were approaching became even crazier.

Another spider pounced on Peter Pettigrew. This scene was so terrifying that Ivan stretched out his wand in a hurry, trying to save him.

But there was no magical power in his body at all. He chanted a spell, and there was a little red light on the wand, which disappeared immediately, like a candle blown out by the wind.

"Help me, save me, please..." As if looking back, Peter Pettigrew screamed and cried louder and louder.

He was struggling, crying, begging, his face was full of tears, he was regretting, if this was his final end, he would never have betrayed James and Lily, the promise and power he got from Voldemort Power is useless at all.

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

Maybe this will be his end soon, suddenly, a high-pitched and long voice resounded, and a dazzling light illuminated the entire forest.

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

The headlights flashed and the horn blared, knocking the spiders aside.