Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The more the concave fire ignites, the red-black flame follows the leaves of the slope top-down, passing from the outermost side of the edge to the center position, swallowing everything it touches.

The leaves and the remains of the octagonal giant spider are burned by the bears, and the ashes are scattered and danced like a slowly opening gateway to hell. A loud, stinging scream in the fire pit just prevented Ivan from returning to Aragok, where a large number of eight-eyed giant spiders were fleeing in despair.

Ivan stood on the edge of the fire pit and looked at it coldly.

The painting in front of him caused tremendous emotion in his heart, facing the heat of the attack, the scorching smell of the flesh burning, and the crying of spiders before their death, which made his legs tremble constantly as if from the depths of hell.

But Ivan grabbed the right hand of the wand with incredible stability and from time to time emitted a red light, shooting back the eight eyed giant spider trying to escape the fire pit.

Peter, the dwarf star beside him, opened his mouth and stared at Ivan, seemingly trying to say something, hesitating for half a day and saying nothing.

For Ivan, he has no idea of resistance at all.

Eight-eyed giant spiders who were not burned in the depths were similarly frightened to look at the human boy above them, staring dead with countless eyes, seemingly engraving Ivan's face deep into his soul. Starting today, Ivan is destined to be the nightmare of all the octave spiders except the Snake Monster.

They continue to retreat and gather towards the center of the concave ground.

Click-tock, click-tock, click-tock...

Ivan heard Aragoch's voice coming out of the depths of the lair, and the remaining octavean spiders began to roll over the leaves and dirt, blocking the flames outside with an isolation belt.

The flames in the dimples are so overwhelming that Ivan doesn't know if they can succeed.

He had no time to continue watching, heard Aragoch's call, more octave spiders drilled out of the forbidden forest, waved a sharp cheek, rushed to himself at all costs, and he hurried away with Peter the dwarf.

The eight eyed giant spiders that emerged after followed them closely, and although they were much smaller in size than the eight eyed giant spiders in the pit, those sharp cheeks did have exactly the same power, if accidentally hit, they would not die or be injured.

Ivan's wand shines from time to time, knocking the nearby spider off, and the rest of his magic is quickly depleted.

But spiders are constantly emerging from all sides, like there's no end to it.

Peter the dwarf screamed, his expression was extremely frightened, his entire robe was wet with blood and sweat, and the wound, which had already begun to solidify, began to collapse and exudate blood. He wanted to do something, but didn't dare to move, didn't even dare to speak, afraid to destroy the magic Evans had on him.

If that were the case, the consequences would be unthinkable.

About five minutes later, Ivan was dying, and even if he killed more spiders, it wouldn't help, and they were too many. He insisted on walking forward for a second, then gasped heavily against the trunk of a tree.

The faint light at the end of the wand slowly dissipates and surrounds itself in endless darkness.

“Help me, I think I've been bitten by a spider. Help me, I don't want to die!” Peter Pettigrew's scream came through.

Through the starlight, Ivan seemed to see an eight-eyed giant spider, the size of Peter the dwarf, lying on his right leg, biting his flesh with those gray black cheeks, pulling him back hard.

Peter Pettigrew's arm tightly surrounded the trunk next to him, clicking, and the octopussy spider behind him bite his right leg raw, carrying a large piece of flesh and making an unpleasant chewing sound in his mouth.

Smell the blood, and the other nearby octopus spiders become even crazier.

Another spider pounded over Peter Pettigrew, and this image was horrible, and Ivan rushed out his wand to save him.

But there was no magic all over him. He recited the spell, and the wand emitted a little red light, which vanished immediately, as if it were a candlelight blown out by the wind.

“Save me, help me, please...” It seemed like looking back, Peter Pettigrew more and more screaming and crying.

He was struggling, crying, begging, tears all over his face, and he regretted that, if that was his ultimate fate, he would never betray James and Lily. The promise and strength he had received from Voldemort were of no use.

I couldn't bear to hear Peter Pettigrew screaming, and Ivan closed his eyes.

Perhaps this is what happened to me immediately, and suddenly, a tall, long voice sounded and a dazzling light lit up the whole forest.

Ivan opened his eyes in surprise and saw himself riding the old car before starting school last year, and Mr. Weasley's car rushed over the trail.

The headlights sparkled and the horns screamed, smashing the spiders aside.

Several spiders fell on their backs and countless long legs danced in the air. The car stopped in front of Ivan and the door slammed open as a thud sounded.

Evan didn't even think about it. He jumped and his already dry magic reappeared. His wand successively emitted two red lights, knocking himself and the spider next to Peter the dwarf. He grabbed Peter the dwarf in his left hand and dragged him to the front seat of the car.

They had just taken two steps forward, and the octave spider that had just bitten Peter the dwarf off his right leg suddenly burst out of the side shadow, his big cheeks biting Peter again, his forelegs blocking his waist up and holding him tight.

Ivan and the octave spider, both of them on Pettigrew Peter, began a force gap horn.

As for Peter Pettigrew, he had fainted long ago.

Because of the pain, the muscles on the face are still spasmodically distorted.

Evan pulled out the wand so hard, pointing it at the spider behind Peter Pettigrew that he tried several times without succeeding in casting a spell.

Suddenly Peter the dwarf woke up again. His pupils widened in fear and his eyes slid from Ivan's face to another, looking at the growing number of eight-eyed giant spiders around him, who were gradually closing in, ready to attack themselves and Ivan at all times.

Looking at the firm expression on the boy's face, Peter Pettigrew up remembering Sirius Black as a student, his best friend ever.

Blake just said that if he hadn't betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort, he would have died for himself.

If Blake were here, he'd be just like Evan, holding onto himself, wouldn't he?

How good would it be if I hadn't betrayed James and Lily back then?

Peter the dwarf closed his eyes and the tears reappeared as a hint of regret and determination flashed over his painfully twisted face.

The next second, he broke free of Ivan, and he looked at the boy because he was so hard, he flew straight back into the car.

Peter, the dwarf, with a little confession deep in his heart, was dragged by the spider behind him into a herd of eight-eyed giants.

The car engine went off with Ivan, knocking over more spiders.

Through the stained window, Ivan saw Peter the dwarf disappear gradually.

The spiders made a victorious loud clicking, he knew what it meant, the wormtail was dead!