Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain is not alone.

Of course, it's not two and a half people.

He also brought a bird.

——Professor Dumbledore’s phoenix, Fawkes, is proudly standing on Gawain’s shoulders, looking at the Forbidden Forest at night with great interest.

"expulso!"

There was a "whistle" sound in his ears. Gawain raised his wand and shot out a blue fire without hesitation, scaring the two rabbits out of the jungle.

At this time, Gawain especially misses the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid leading the way. Not only would he not get hung up on a bush with numerous branches, he would also never find out after a burst of saturation bombing that it was actually just a harmless Bowtruckle.

Over dinner, Professor Dumbledore wrote back.

He promises to investigate and share any new findings with Gawain. In addition, a "Forbidden Forest Tour" tonight has been arranged. He hopes that Gawain will go alone and not seek help from Hagrid.

"Take Fox with you, you'll always need him."

While Gawain was reading the letter, Fawkes, who was responsible for delivering the letter, unceremoniously ate the caramel pudding he had specially reserved.

With a disgusted expression on his face.

As for Tom Riddle, whom Gawain really cares about, Professor Dumbledore simply mentioned that he came from Slytherin House, but his whereabouts are now unknown, and hoped that Gawain would spend more energy on solving that " Hidden” on.

He and Fox walked east.

The Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is inherently deep and eerie.

Even more so on the east side.

The bark of the trees here is faintly showing an unhealthy iron-green color, turning pale under the moonlight. Suddenly Fawkes pecked Gawain on the cheek.

"Did you notice it too?"

Gawain cautiously grasped the wand and waited quietly.

They hadn't heard anything in a while.

Not even a bird chirping.

This is anything but natural.

It was true that he was not as familiar with this forest as Hagrid, but in that dream, he had experienced countless hunts as a centaur.

Even though it was just a dream that I don't know whether it's true or false, the memories etched deep in my mind cannot be faked.

The Acromantula thought they were hunters.

Gawain feels that he is the hunter.

It was eerily quiet in the woods.

Suddenly, Gawain violently flicked his sleeve, a black shadow shot out, and a muffled sound of "sucking" sounded.

"arrest momentum!"

Almost at the same time as the silver spiritual light lit up, Gawain suddenly pulled the rope tied to his left hand and suddenly jumped into the air. And in the corner of his field of vision, several gray-black spiders as big as Hagrid's face had quietly jumped up!

Not just a few.

But very many.

"Click, click."

The sound of running with chelicerae is endless.

"carnum infmarae!"

Leaning against the tree trunk, the wand clenched in Gawain's hand began to spray out fiery arrows of fire.

This time was different from the previous duel with Bain. There were not as many fire arrows as before, but they were more precise and powerful.

Spiders are afraid of fire, but Gawain is more afraid than them.

He didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning. The first thing Professor Dumbledore found him was to ask him to be responsible for compensating this damn natural forest area that was as big as several Little Whinging districts!

If he works for another millennium, he won’t be able to make it!

A stream of flames fell on the Acromantula, causing them to howl in agony as they rolled and struggled desperately on the ground.

This is Gawain's plan.

He didn't know the specific location of the Acromantula's lair, but the Acromantula knew exactly where he was.

So as long as you can reach a consensus with the Acromantulas, let them lead you to find the nest, and then stuff one (or as many as possible) of the largest fireball you can make into it.

The poor underground environment in the spider lair, the complex and highly flammable gases, and the cruel nature of this group of idiots to kill each other will naturally complete the rest of the work for him.

"Now is the first step, reaching a consensus."

Gawain waved his magic wand, thinking he was an elegant conductor, but he soon discovered a problem.

very serious problem.

Indeed, he succeeded in drawing the spiders out and also succeeded in temporarily scaring them with flames.

But he is just a first-year wizard.

——The power of the spell is far from fatal.

In fact, Gawain's flames could only ignite the down on the Acromantula's body. They rolled on the ground twice and then stood up as if nothing happened.

What's worse is that the yearning for his delicious food seems to have gradually suppressed the eight-eyed spiders' instinctive fear of fire.

Gawain has already felt that the spiders dormant in the shadows of the forest are about to move.

"But this is a spider! It's not a crab!"

Gawain felt that his plan had become a farce, but he was unwilling to go back like this.

At this moment, Phoenix Fox rose high, dived down, and pecked an Acromantula hard on the back of the head.

It moves so fast.

The Acromantula had already pulled out before the dirty blood flowed out, and its smooth feathers were not stained with any dirt.

"Well done! Come back soon!"

Gawain shouted, waving the wand in his hand repeatedly, using brighter fire to drive back the spiders, so that Fawkes could come over.

But Fox didn't fly back.

It glanced at Gawain and repeated it again.

It's just that this time it's a little slower.

"You want me to imitate you?"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Gawain's mind.

It's bold, but definitely doable.

He breathed out the spell.

His blood quickened, making his senses more acute.

The jade stone in front of his chest provided a steady stream of heat, but it turned into coolness after entering his body, helping Gawain resist the burden brought by the curse.

"akus."

Gawain's wand pointed at the noose hanging on the tree, causing the top of it to change from a barb to a metal spear point. He threw it out violently, landed behind a lone spider, and then pulled the rope hard.

Body shape electric ejaculation!

This is more exciting than sports like bungee jumping!

"expulso!"

Gawain breathed out the spell when he was closest.

No need to pay attention to consumption!

Don't worry about speed!

Don’t worry about whether you can hit or not!

The back of the head is so big that to the tiny tip of a wand, it means the whole world!

You can hit it with your eyes closed!

The sound of "squeaking" was like a watermelon being exploded by a hammer.

The blue firelight silently penetrated into the back of the spider's head and exploded brilliantly, splattering with blood. Even Gawain's hands were stained with bits and pieces.

But Gawain only felt an inexplicable feeling at this moment...

Pleasure.

The emotions that had been suppressed in the past few days, such as despair, fear, and complaint, were filled with this strange sense of satisfaction at this moment.

Gawain knew very well that he was definitely not enjoying the feeling of killing. His hatred of black magic had not changed from the beginning to now.

He just felt too stressed.

This was the first time in the past few days that he truly felt like he had accomplished something.

Fortunately, the night is still long.

"expulso!"

At the moment when he was about to touch the ground with his face, Gawain pointed his wand towards the ground and rose up again with the help of repulsion.

The rope hook in his left hand traced a large curve and had already selected the next victim.

At some point, the Acromantula began to flee.

Gawain just kept repeating this process, rising, falling, casting spells, rising again, chasing the fleeing spider.

He almost forgot about his original plan and instead transformed into a spider-like Death.

Until suddenly I saw a flash of silver light.