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 had not been burned to death in the depression also looked at the human boy above in horror, with countless pairs of eyes staring at him, as if they wanted to imprint Aiwen's appearance deep into 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 soaked his entire robe, and the wound that had already started to solidify began to crack again, bleeding out. 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 five minutes, Ivan was almost unable to hold on, no matter how many spiders he killed, it would be of no avail 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 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.
Several spiders were knocked to the ground, and countless long legs danced in the air. With a harsh sound, the car stopped in front of Ivan, and the door slammed open.
Ivan didn't even think about it, he jumped up all of a sudden, and the magic power that had been dried up reappeared again. His wand emitted two red rays of light one after another, knocking himself and the spider next to Pettigrew Peter into the air, and he grabbed Pettigrew. Peter's left hand dragged him towards the front seat of the car.
They had just taken two steps forward when the acromantula that had just bit off Peter Pettigrew's right leg suddenly rushed out from the shadow. Its big pincers bit Peter again, and its front legs circled around the waist. Come on, hug him tightly.
Ivan and the acromantula, the two of them started a wrestling of great disparity on the body of Peter Pettigrew.
As for Peter Pettigrew, he had already fainted.
Because of the pain, the muscles on his face were still twisting spasmodically.
Ivan pulled out the wand with difficulty, aimed at the spider behind Pettigrew Peter, and tried a few times in a row, but failed to cast the spell.
Suddenly, Peter Pettigrew woke up again. His pupils were dilated with fear, and his eyes slid away from Aiwen's face, looking at more and more acromantulas around him. They were gradually gathering around, ready to attack himself and Aiwen at all times.
Seeing the determined look on the boy's face, Peter Pettigrew thought again of his student Sirius Black, his best friend ever.
Black had just said that if he hadn't betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort, he would have died for himself too.
If Black was here, he would definitely hold on to himself like Ivan, wouldn't he let go
How good would it be if he hadn't betrayed James and Lily back then
Peter Pettigrew closed his eyes, and the tears flowed out again, a trace of regret and determination flashed across his distorted face due to pain.
In the next second, he broke free from Ivan, and he watched the boy fly backwards straight into the car because of too much force.
Peter Pettigrew, with a little repentance deep in his heart, was dragged by the spiders behind him into the group of giant eight-eyed spiders.
The car engine roared, and it set off with Ivan, knocking down more approaching spiders.
Through the stained car window, Ivan saw the figure of Peter Pettigrew gradually disappearing.
There was a loud clatter of triumph from the spiders, and he knew what that meant. Wormtail was dead! (.)