Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“It's amazing to see two places at the same time!” Ferencze looked at Evan incredibly, blue eyes glistening.

Ivan nodded, briefly repeating what had happened in Aragok's lair, and Ferencze seemed more interested.

“The elders have often cautioned us to value the magic of mankind. While you have wasted too much time on so many meaningless things, you have also achieved so many remarkable magical achievements. I never thought before that there would be something that would allow people to travel through time. ”

Listen to Ivan's introduction to the time converter, Ferencher is emotional.

Time magic is too deep for a horseman.

As you can see, he was very interested in the time converter, asking for a lot of details, and Ivan told him everything he knew.

Evan also told Ferencher that, according to the rules governing the use of time converters, he must not have been seen by himself in the past, which was crucial or would have an irreversible impact. Ferencher agreed to his request and was ready to wait for Ivan to leave before grabbing Peter the dwarf.

He seemed very cautious and careful in the face of unknown magic.

Time gradually passed, and about fifteen minutes later, Ivan saw himself in the open space with a wand, following Peter Pettigrew next to him.

“Knox!” He hastily recited a “Fluorescent Blink” countercurse, in which the light at the end of the wand disappeared instantly.

The darkness has reappeared, and only the stars in the sky are still glowing.

Ivan's heart began to beat wildly, and he saw himself breathing heavily in the center of the field, relying powerlessly on the giant tree, the wand's end fading light as it receded, eventually slowly dissipating.

Evan knew it was because he had no magic, and Peter, the dwarf who had been floating beside him, had fallen to the ground at the same time as his magic was completely exhausted.

Peter Pettigrew struggled to move and hug the trunk in front of him.

Behind the two were the eight eyed giant spiders that accompanied them, countless tiny, pitch-black eyes gleaming on that horrible door of the brain, and a sharp black chew emitting a crisp clicking sound of scalp hair.

Seeing two people in the middle of the open space, the octave spiders obviously hesitated for a moment. Perhaps the fire that Ivan had just set in the recess left them too impressed, not to rush directly towards Ivan, but to Peter the dwarf.

Peter Pettigrew's legs were bitten by an eight-eyed giant spider, and he struggled hard, as if looking back, screaming and crying became louder and louder.

“Help me, help me, please...”

It feels bad to hear a terrible cry for help in your ear.

Ivan stood nervously in the bushes and looked at what was happening in the open space in front of him, as if playing a horror movie. He saw himself and Peter the dwarf were surrounded by octave spiders, risking his life, but could not do anything.

So did Ferencher, who held his bow and arrow in his hand and stood ready.

The next second, a tall, long voice sounded and a dazzling light lit up the woods, Mr. Weasley's car rushed over the trail, impinging on Ivan and the dwarf Peter Spider.

Ivan saw himself grabbing Peter the dwarf, trying to drag him into the old car, but no, he was not the opponent of the eight-eyed giant spider that held Peter the dwarf tightly around his waist, and both sides fought a battle of great power.

Because of the pain, Peter Pettigrew's facial muscles were spasmodically twisted. Then he seemed to wake up suddenly, struggling to let go of Ivan's hands.

Ivan saw himself flying straight back into the car, and the car instantly started and took him off the open ground. Peter the dwarf was dragged into the spider herd and the octopus made a victorious loud clicking sound.

Peter Pettigrew's scream suddenly stopped and he seemed to have fainted again.

Ivan rushed out of the hidden woods, knowing that if he didn't do it again, he would never have a chance to do it again.

The red light flashed past, lying on Peter the dwarf, the eight-eyed giant spider who greedily devoured his flesh was instantly knocked off, and the other spiders preparing to participate in the feast looked up stunned and watched Evan emerge suddenly.

They don't understand why this human boy just left in his car and now suddenly comes out of a nearby bush.

While they did not react, Ai Culture became a brave and fearless warrior. He rushed to Peter the dwarf star, waving his wand in his hand and carrying a white light like a sword, he would dare to slay the approaching octopus giant spider.

Puffing, lying behind Peter the dwarf, the nearest spider's body was instantly split apart, green, sticky blood splashed out, everywhere.

A lot of it splashed on Evan, but he completely ignored it, his footsteps suddenly stopped, his body reversed to the right, the wand swung up hard from top to bottom, the spell flashed past, and the eight-eyed giant spider laying on the tree was instantly slaughtered.

The rest of the spiders seem to have just reacted, clicking and waving the cheeks, rushing wildly towards Ivan in the center.

Faced with a huge bee-eyed spider, Ivan held the wand tightly in his hands and could not see the slightest fear on his face. He did not retreat and shouted directly to welcome him up.

At this moment, he is fearless, as if he were the next god of war.

In the bushes behind Evan, Ferencher's bows and arrows were as long as his eyes, perfectly bridging Evan's defensive vulnerabilities, and he shot them extremely fast, each passing accurately through the center of the octave spider, nailing them firmly to the ground.

Eight-eyed giant spider he shot couldn't even do it for a struggle, instantly killing him.

In just over a minute, two people killed more than a dozen eight-eyed giant spiders, and the rest looked at them with horror and turned around and fled into the jungle.

Ivan gasped, rubbing the juice and sweat of the octave spider that had just splashed on his face, looking down at Peter the dwarf who fainted in front of him, his breath gradually calmed down, he knew he had finally changed history, he stopped Peter from dying, he grabbed each other.

“The injuries to the legs are so severe that it is good that they are not fatal.” Ferencher walked up and looked at Peter the dwarf's fleshy legs, and he took some herbal powder out of the cortical wrap he carried and sprinkled it on.

Ivan saw Peter Pettigrew to stop bleeding and his breath stabilized, but his face was still spasmodically twisted due to the pain.

“Can you cure him?” Evan suddenly remembers that horses are very good at healing magic.

“No, I can't! His legs were bitten by an octave spider, just some trauma. Trouble is his right hand, where there is a very evil dark magic scent, and my healing magic doesn't work.” Ferencher swept Peter the dwarf's right arm and wrapped several pieces of fabric in chaos in what was supposed to be his right hand, which had been completely soaked in blood, and he hurried, “You better send him back to the castle as soon as possible, and your human magic should be able to help him. ”