Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Even though Aragoch said so, Ivan was somewhat hesitant.

He has not yet been foolish enough to believe the words of an eight-eyed giant spider, as a highly intelligent creature, honesty and integrity have never been synonymous with the eight-eyed giant spider; quite the contrary, they are the purest, most evil and most ferocious dark creatures.

Even if Aragok is Hagrid's pet, it can only guarantee that he has some feelings for Hagrid. He doesn't care if other humans live or die! As can be seen from the orders that Aragok had just given without hesitation to kill them.

Ivan hesitated, if possible, to take Aragok with him, not afraid to ignore the other party's credibility as long as he left the territory of the Octavian spider and the forbidden forest.

But Aragok's body size is too big, and the eight seemingly thick spider legs simply can't support its own weight, and if it leaves this web, it can't even move.

“Reduce speed!” Ivan whispered, he was trying this magic.

This is what the N.E.W.Ts Ultimate Wizarding Level exam required of students, and Evan had seen Professor Flivey shrink a spider with this spell, and he tried to use it against Aragok, and if he could shrink it, it would be great luck.

I don't know if it's because I don't possess this magic technique, or if Aragok is immune to it. In short, his magic didn't work.

Seeing what Ivan did, spiders around the dimples clicked with anger, and countless pairs of hateful eyes glistened on those ugly black heads.

“Hagrid's friend...” Aragok's voice bore a clear resentment, "Don't try again uselessly. Out of respect for Hagrid, I won't hurt you, but don't come here to disturb us again, we spiders like darkness and silence! ”

“Well, I hope you're in charge!” Ivan tested several more magics, none of which worked, and it appears that Aragok's hard crust and enormous body size, in addition to the powerful attack magic, made it immune to most of the spells.

There can be no further delays, it is night, nobody knows that he is here, rescue in the castle cannot arrive at all for a short period of time, and Peter the dwarf seems to be getting worse and worse, his simple bandaging of his right hand does not stop the bleeding out.

Continuous torment has consumed him too much strength. Looking at him, I'm afraid it won't last long.

Ivan slipped off a hemispherical spider web, he backed away, his wand still pointing at Aragok, and he slowly retreated to Peter Pettigrew.

“Thank you, Evan, for saving me, and I will repay you...” Peter Pettigrew grabbed Ivan's robe and said feebly.

This statement is not at all pleasing. If it wasn't for an accident, Peter Pettigrew should spend the rest of his life in Azkaban Wizard Prison forever. He doesn't expect the other side to repay himself, he doesn't even want to see the other side.

Peter Pettigrew struggled to get up, but his legs were incredibly weak, and he just stood halfway down again and fell to the ground.

“Ivan, Ivan, I'm out of strength, help me, don't leave me here..." Peter Pettigrew panicked.

“Shut up! Get your filthy hands off my robe!” Ivan frowned and looked at his black uniform with the blood of Peter the dwarf, waving his wand gently, muttering, “Shift the phantom! ”

As if there was an invisible rope strapped to Peter the dwarf's wrist, neck and knee, he was slowly pulled up from the ground into a standing position and his body still drifted down uncomfortably, like a strange puppet.

His feet were a few inches off the ground and his feet were softly pulled together.

“Don't push, if you break free of this magic, I won't care about you anymore!” Ivan warned that he was also weak all over himself.

There's so much going on tonight that he just wants to go back and get some sleep.

Surrounded by hundreds of giant eight-eyed giant spiders, Ivan slowly left the recess with Peter Pettigrew, noting that the number of spiders around him seemed to be increasing.

After the news came out, the spiders who were out looking for food were gradually returning.

They are densely packed together, making a scalping clicking sound, brutal black eyes staring closely at Ivan and Pettigrew Peter, and Ivan can even hear sounds similar to saliva.

Fresh human flesh, too tempting for them.

Fortunately, they all obeyed Aragok's orders and did not launch an attack.

Concavely centered, Aragok remained on that fog-cloaked giant spider web, which slowly came together, and it also seemed to be staring closely at Ivan, whose eight white-covered eyes seemed to clearly see Ivan moving.

Then it slowly retreated back and forth into his nest.

In the slopes of the dimples, the road leading to it is filled with other octave spiders.

Ivan left the dimples with Peter the dwarf, and they climbed to the edge of the wide dimples, and he regained sight of the trees, and Aragok and the other octave spiders were disappearing from his sight.

Ivan was just relieved and heard Aragok's low clicking and clicking, coming from the depths of that deep, bottomless lair.

“Kill them! ”

Upon Aragok's command, all eight ocular giant spiders immediately became agitated and impatiently rushed up.

Like a raging black river, with a roar of death, it rushed straight towards Ivan.

“Damn, this old guy doesn't talk about credit!” Ivan couldn't think about it, and in Peter the dwarf screaming loudly, he rushed to point his wand at the leaves on the ground and shouted, "Flame bear! ”

There was a red flame at the end of his wand that instantly lit a dead yellow, dry leaf.

After more than 50 years of accumulation by the octacular giant spiders, no one knows exactly how many leaves are in this pit. They accumulate in layers, constantly drying, corrosing and dissipating, leaving behind some very burning grass fibers.

As a result of these leaves, Ivan's magic has had an amazing effect.

Aragok's lair, the sanctuary of the octagonal giant spider, instantly turned into a burning fire pit with an astonishing flame 20 feet high.

Surprising heat waves hit the face, and the eight eyed giant spider in the concave ground made a terrific sound.

Not the usual kind of clicking, clicking, but from the deep of the soul screaming.

Peter the dwarf star looked pale at what was happening in front of him, watching hundreds of eight-eyed giant spiders burned to death by fire, and suddenly he felt the same frightening and creepy temperament as the Dark Lord from this skinny, dark-haired boy in front of him.

At this moment, Ivan is the Shinigami!