Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan doesn't have time for Malfoy, and doesn't care about his gratitude.

His risk to save Malfoy, Gore and Krabs today does not mean that he wants to improve his relationship with each other and become a friend.

The reason for doing so is simple, simply not wanting them to be killed by the octave spider, especially in front of themselves.

As I said before, this has nothing to do with personal feelings, but with nature and conscience.

He was also thinking about the whispers that had just appeared in his mind. He did not understand what those words meant, and there was a voice deep inside his heart that was constantly encouraging him to enter the cave below.

“Nobody knows the secret, deepest underground, just find the crest and you'll know everything...” Evan repeated slowly.

To be honest, he really wants to explore this cave right now.

He didn't like the feeling, hiding in the unknown presence of Aragok's lair, leaving Ivan in the dark, and things were out of his grasp.

The other party is not Voldemort, and may not be as evil and powerful as Voldemort.

But Ivan didn't know anything about him, and he couldn't be prepared on schedule like he was against Voldemort, knowing that the greatest advantage of the future was gone.

Perhaps he could search the library for information or ask Dumbledore for relevant information.

But first, he has to know what that insignia that whispers all the time looks like.

Only then will he know exactly who the other side is.

The roaring sound sounded in the hole * *, Ivan controlling Buckbeak to drop a little, and he wanted to see what was drilling out of the bottom.

He thought it would be Aragok and his crew, but unexpectedly, about five seconds later, a bunch of dark blue spiders crawled out of the hole.

They look very fragile with light red and dark stripes on them.

These little spiders seem to have just been hatched, and they're terrified of the sun.

They are densely and numbly squeezed into the cave, concealed by the milky white mist coming out of the cave, and buried into the corpse hanging from the giant spider web in front of the cave.

Ivan brought Buckbeak a little closer, and it was clear that as the little spider entered, the corpses that had not yet fully weathered were visibly bursting beneath the skin.

They bite the flesh with a nascent chelating force, drilling deep into the corpse along the blood vessels, quickly disappearing.

The whole process is extremely brutal and can't help but numb the scalp.

This scene is scary enough to think about, and no one knows how many young octave spiders are hidden inside these nearly 100 bodies.

Soon they will grow into the next generation of warfare.

Malfoy, who sat behind Evan for a while, feared that if Evan hadn't saved them, he would have been hung here, like the corpse below, as food for the octave larvae.

Looking at the image in front of him, he felt very nauseous. After a breeze, Malfoy was confused and swayed on Buckbeak's back, he hurried to grab the winged feathers of the hippocampus, but couldn't help it.

The area on his arm that had just been bitten by an octavean spider had been completely unconscious, and the feeling of crispness was rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Malfoy wanted to urge Ivan to leave and go back to the castle, and now he was really scared, afraid of the aftermath of being treated too late.

And I don't know why, but he seems to have hallucinations in his head.

With the intrusion of venom, he felt that everything around him seemed to become untrue, and a voice rang in his head, whispering and echoing.

Malfoy can't hear what they're saying and doesn't want to hear it.

His face was pale, not half bloody, and he had long had no weekday style. All he wanted now was to get away from this shithole and return to the warm and comfortable castle.

Even if he asks for Evan, even if he returns to all Slytherin for review, and even if he sees Hallelucination, he doesn't want to stay here.

Malfoy just wanted to talk and stopped right away.

He felt something creeping on his skin, and he slowly lowered his head and saw a little spider drilling out of the wound, exactly like the octave larvae that were pouring wildly into the body below.

Malfoy was frightened, and just as he was about to take a closer look, the little spider vanished from sight, and everything was hallucinations.

From the stress of death, he could barely breathe.

“I'm dying!” This is Malfoy's last thought.

The next second, he looked black and his big head fell.

Neither Ivan, Gore nor Crabb thought Malfoy would suddenly faint and they watched him fall straight into Aragok's lair.

“Damn it!” Ivan rushed to control Buckbeak flying down.

Click, click, click...

A grown eight-eyed giant spider suddenly drilled out of a hole * *, and it seemed to have expected this to happen, waiting here long ago.

It clamped Malfoy with two front legs and dragged him as fast as possible deep into the cave.

Ivan tried to stop it, but Buckbeak just landed, and the crowd of little spiders quickly climbed over.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spider larvae continue to drill out of the corpses on the web, clicking, clicking, quickly chewing.

Golf and Krabs screamed horribly, and they grabbed Buckbeak's feathers tightly and refused to come down on him.

Two fat people try to shrink into one body, which looks ridiculous.

Buckbeak also flashed his wings, afraid to land, and his eyes sparkled with a glow of fear.

In a certain sense, these spider larvae are more terrifying than adult octopus giants. They are densely and numbly packed together, and once they are approached and climbed, allowing them to bite through their skin and drill into their veins, there will be only death.

Their wild influx of corpses is still visible, and no one dares to get involved.

Ivan jumped to the ground and shouted, "Flame bear! ”

A golden red flame emerged at the end of his wand, spinning, forming a firewall under Evan's guidance, stopping the rushing little spider and slowly moving forward. Soon, the entrance to the cave filled with the smell of meat roasted, spider larvae screaming twisted and killed.

Malfoy and the giant eight-eyed giant spider were long gone.

“Draco, he's dragged in!” Gore pointed to the cave and shouted aloud with a cry, “We have to save him, or he will die...”

Crabb pushed him so hard, watching Ivan's face carefully, and asked carefully, "What are we going to do now? ”

What else could Malfoy have thought of falling off Buckbeak?

It was all over and could be resolved safely and perfectly by returning to Hogwarts and informing Dumbledore of what had happened here.

And now there's an accident, and when Dumbledore and the other professors come, Malfoy is afraid he can't die anymore.

Ivan took two steps down the slow slope and half of his body went into the cave.

The dark, hidden hole * *, that strange feeling again appeared, this time he was well prepared and not as lost as the last time.

deep in his heart, but his mind kept Ivan awake.

“Let's get out of here and get back to the professor as fast as we can!” Ivan is determined, "if it's fast enough, it should be too late. ”

If Harry was here, I'm afraid he wouldn't even want to rush right into it.

That's how he is, but Ivan is different.

He could risk saving Malfoy, but the situation was clearly beyond his means, and it would be foolish to flush it down like this.