"It's amazing to appear in two places at the same time!" Firenze looked at Ivan in disbelief, his blue eyes shining.
Ivan nodded, and he briefly explained what happened to him in Aragog's lair, and Firenze seemed more interested.
"The elders often warn us to pay attention to human magic. Although you waste too much time on many meaningless things, you have indeed achieved many remarkable magical achievements. I have never I thought, there will be something that can make people travel in time."
Listening to Aiwen's introduction about Time Converter, Firenze sighed with emotion.
For the centaur, time magic is too esoteric.
It can be seen that he was very interested in the Time Converter, and after asking for many details, Ivan told him everything he knew.
Aiwen also told Firenze that according to the rules of using the Time Converter, he must not be seen by his past self. This is very critical, otherwise it will have an irreparable impact. Firenze agreed to his request, and was going to wait for Ivan to leave before grabbing Peter Pettigrew.
Facing the unknown magic field, he seemed very cautious and careful.
Time passed, and about fifteen minutes later, Ivan saw himself appearing in the open space holding his wand, followed by Peter Pettigrew.
"Knox!" He said hastily, it was the "Luminescence" counter-curse, and the light at the end of the wand in his hand disappeared instantly.
Darkness has returned, and now only the stars in the sky are still shining.
Aiwen's heart began to beat wildly, and he saw himself panting heavily in the center of the field, leaning feebly on the huge oak tree, the faint light at the end of the wand flickered in and out, and finally slowly dissipated.
Ivan knew that this was because he had no magic power. When his magic power was completely exhausted, Pettigrew Peter, who had been floating beside him, fell heavily to the ground.
Peter Pettigrew struggled to move, and hugged the tree trunk in front of him tightly.
Behind the two of them came the Acantara, with countless pairs of small black eyes shining on the terrifying forehead, and the sharp black pincers making a scalp-numbing clicking sound.
Seeing the two people in the middle of the open space, the acromantulas obviously hesitated. Maybe it was the fire that Ivan set in the depression just now, which impressed them too deeply. Instead of rushing directly to Ivan, they rushed straight to Peter Pettigrew.
Peter Pettigrew's legs were bitten by an acromantula. He struggled violently, as if looking back, his screams and cries became louder and louder.
"Help me, save me, please"
There were bursts of shrill cries for help in my ears, which felt very bad.
Aiwen stood nervously in the bushes, looking intently at what was happening in the open space in front of him, as if he was replaying a horror movie. He saw himself and Pettigrew Peter being besieged by acromantia, and there was a lot of danger. But nothing can be done.
So did Firenze, who held his bow and arrows in his hand and was always ready.
In the next second, a high-pitched and long voice sounded, and a dazzling light illuminated the entire forest. Mr. Weasley's car rumbled over from the small road, bumping into the spider that was besieging Ivan and Peter Pettigrew. fly.
Ivan saw that he had grabbed Peter Pettigrew, and wanted to drag him into the old car, but no, he was no match for the acromantula that hugged Peter Pettigrew's waist tightly. The two sides launched a gladiatorial power disparity.
Because of the pain, the muscles on Peter Pettigrew's face twisted convulsively. Then, he seemed to wake up suddenly, struggling to let go of Ivan's hands.
Aiwen saw himself flying straight back into the car, and the car started instantly, leading him out of the open space. And Peter Pettigrew was dragged into the swarm, and the acromantula let out a loud clack of triumph.
Peter Pettigrew's screaming stopped suddenly, and he seemed to faint again.
Ivan rushed out of the woods where he was hiding. He knew that if he didn't make a move, he would never have a chance to do it again.
A red light flashed across, and the acromantula that was lying on Peter Pettigrew greedily devouring his flesh was instantly knocked into the air, and the other spiders who were about to participate in the feast raised their heads in astonishment, Looking at Ivan who suddenly appeared.
They didn't understand why this human boy suddenly got out of the nearby bushes just now when he left in a car.
Before they could react, Ai Wen turned himself into a brave and fearless warrior. He quickly rushed to Peter Pettigrew, waving the magic wand in his hand, and with a white light like a sharp sword, he sent Eight Eyes who dared to approach Kill the giant spiders one by one.
With a puff, lying behind Peter Pettigrew, the body of the spider closest to him was split into pieces in an instant, and green, viscous blood splashed out and flew everywhere.
A lot of it splashed on Ivan, but he didn't care about it at all. His footsteps stopped suddenly, his body turned to the right, and his wand swung vigorously from top to bottom. The giant spider was killed instantly.
The remaining spiders seemed to have just reacted. They rattled and waved their pincers, and rushed towards Ivan in the center frantically.
Facing the swarming giant arachnids, Ivan held his wand tightly with both hands, without the slightest trace of fear on his face, he didn't retreat, and directly greeted him with a loud shout.
At this moment, he was fearless, like a god of war who descended to earth.
In the bushes behind Aiwen, Firenze's bow and arrow seemed to have eyes, which perfectly made up for the loopholes in Iwen's defense. Through, nail them firmly to the ground.
The acromantula shot by him couldn't even struggle and died instantly.
In just over a minute, the two killed more than a dozen giant arachnids. The remaining spiders looked at them in horror, turned around and fled into the jungle.
Ivan panted heavily. He wiped the juice and sweat of the acromantula that had just splashed on his face. He looked down at Peter Pettigrew who had fainted in front of him. His breath gradually calmed down. He knew that he had finally changed. History, he prevented Peter's death, he caught the other.
"The injury on the leg is very serious, but fortunately it is not fatal." Firenze walked up to check the bloody legs of Peter Pettigrew. He took some herbal powder from the leather package he carried and sprinkled it.
Ivan saw Peter Pettigrew's legs gradually stop bleeding, and his breath stabilized, but his face was still twisted convulsively because of the pain.
"Can you cure him?" Ivan suddenly remembered that the horsemen were very proficient in healing magic.
"No, no! His legs bitten by the acromantula are just some traumatic injuries. The trouble is his right hand, where there is a very evil black magic aura, and my healing magic can't work." Fei Lenze glanced at Peter Pettigrew's right arm. There were several pieces of cloth wrapped around the place where the right hand should have been, and it was completely soaked in blood. He said hurriedly, "You'd better send him back to the castle as soon as possible, you guys Human magic should be able to help him.”(.)