Ivan looked at the acromantulas who suddenly became excited around him speechlessly. These guys are really pure creatures of darkness.
He didn't know what reward Voldemort had promised them to get them excited like this, but it certainly wasn't something good. Although Aragog was still talking, seeing the spiders gradually gathering from all directions and getting more and more excited, Ivan didn't want to continue discussing this topic.
"Fifteen years ago, my children suggested to me many times. They persuaded me to join Voldemort's camp. Even though the reward he gave was really exciting, I don't want to get involved in your human disputes! I know Hagrid is against it. Voldemort's!" Aragog seemed tired, and it slowly retreated into his hemispherical web.
However, the spiders around the depression were still slowly moving towards Ivan and Pettigrew Peter inch by inch.
"Okay, I think" Hearing the rustling of the leaves on the ground behind him, Aiwen hurriedly shouted to Aragog, "I should go too, thank you for your help, Aragog, I will tell Hagrid about this something!"
"Go?" Aragog said leisurely, "I think it's best 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 giant arachnids around him, and it was impossible for him to be their match. 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 not harm Hagrid!" Aragog said slowly, "but the 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 and cast a stun spell, which caused a brief stun to Aragog, and 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 must know that even after living for more than fifty 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. (.)