Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The fire in the concave land burns more and more, the red and black flames follow the leaves of the **** from top to bottom, passing from the outermost side of the edge to the center position, swallowing everything touched.

The leaves and the worms of the eight-eyed spider are burned by flaming ash, and the ash is flying like a door of **** that is slowly opening. There was a loud, shrill scream in the fire pit. Just to stop Ai Wen from returning to Aragog, there were a lot of eight-eyed giant spiders, and they were desperately fleeing around.

Ai Wen stood on the edge of the fire pit and looked at it all coldly.

The picture in front of him caused a great touch on his heart, the hotness of the oncoming, the burnt smell of flesh and blood, and the mourning of the spiders before their death, those sorrows from the depths of hell, let his legs Quivering constantly.

But Ai Wen’s right hand holding the wand was extremely smooth, and from time to time he made a red glow, and the eight-eyed spider that tried to escape the fire pit was shot back.

On the side of the little dwarf Peter opened his mouth and looked at Evan stunned. He seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a long time, and said nothing.

For Ai Wen, he has no idea of ​​a little resistance now.

The eight-eyed giant spiders, which were not burnt in the concave ground, were equally frightened and looked at the human boy above. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, seemingly to imprint Ai Wen’s appearance deep into the soul. Starting today, in addition to the natural enemies, Ai Wen is destined to become a nightmare for all eight-eyed spiders.

They are constantly retreating and gathering at the center of the depression.

咔哒咔哒, 咔哒咔哒, 咔哒咔哒

Ai Wen heard that Aragok’s voice came from the depths of the nest. The remaining eight-eyed giant spiders began to force the leaves and the soil, blocking the flame with a barrier.

The flames in the concave ground are too strong, and Avon doesn't know if they can succeed.

He didn't have time to continue watching. He heard the call of Aragok. More eight-eyed spiders were drilled out of the Forbidden Forest, waving sharp spurs and rushing over to them. He hurriedly took them. The little dwarf Peter left.

After the emergence of the eight-eyed giant spider closely followed behind them, although their size is much smaller than the eight-eyed giant spider in the concave fire pit, but the power of those sharp big claws is exactly the same, if you are not careful Being knocked down, not dead or hurt.

Ai Wen's wand shines from time to time, flying the nearby spider, and the remaining magic is quickly consumed.

But the spiders are coming from all directions, and there seems to be no end.

The little dwarf Peter screamed, his face was extremely frightened, blood and sweat almost drenched his entire robe, and the wound that had already begun to solidify began to crack and ooze out. He wants to do something, but he doesn't dare to move, and he doesn't even dare to say anything, for fear of destroying the magic of Avon Shi himself.

If that is the case, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

After about five minutes, Ai Wen is almost unable to hold on, even if he kills more spiders, it will not help, and they are too many. He insisted on moving forward for a while, then gasped and leaned heavily on the trunk of a banyan tree.

The faint radiance at the end of the wand slowly dissipated, and the surroundings plunged into the endless darkness.

"Save me, I seem to be bitten by a spider, save me, I don't want to die!" The scream of the little dwarf Peter passed.

Through the starlight, Ai Wen seems to see a large-sized eight-eyed spider, which is the size and shape of a small dwarf, is lying on his right leg. He bites his flesh and blood with the gray-black cheeks and pushes him hard. Retreating.

The little dwarf Peter's arm clung tightly around the trunk next to him, snoring, and the eight-eyed giant spider behind him smashed his right leg, with a large flesh and blood, and an unpleasant chewing sound in his mouth. .

Smell the smell of blood, and the other eight-eyed spiders that are approaching become more crazy.

Another spider rushed to the little dwarf Peter. This picture was too horrible. Evan hurriedly extended his wand and wanted to save him.

But there was no magic in the body. He read the spell and a little red light on his wand, and disappeared immediately, like the candlelight blown out by the wind.

"Save me, save me, beg you" seems to be a return to the general, the little dwarf Peter screams, crying more and more loud.

He struggled, wept, pleaded, and his face was full of tears. He regretted that if this was his final end, he would not sell James and Lily, the promise and power he got from Voldemort. Power is simply useless.

Can't bear to hear the scream of the little dwarf Peter, Ai Wen closed his eyes.

Perhaps this is the end of his own. Suddenly, a long, high-pitched sound sounded, and a dazzling light illuminates the entire forest.

Ai Wen opened his eyes in surprise. He saw that he had been sitting in the old car before school last year. Mr. Weasley’s car rumbling from above the path.

The headlights shone, the horn screamed and the spiders slammed into the side.

A few spiders were hit and fell on their backs, and countless long legs danced in the air. With a harsh sound, the car stopped in front of Ai Wen and the door slammed open.

Ai Wen didn't even think about it. He jumped up and the magic that had already dried up reappeared. His wand made two red lights in succession, and he and the spider behind the little dwarf Peter flew. He held the dwarf. Peter's left hand dragged him over to the front seat of the car.

They just walked two steps forward. The eight-eyed giant spider that had just bitten the little dwarf Peter’s right leg suddenly rushed out from the shadow. The big scorpion bitten Peter again, and the front legs were surrounded by the waist. On, he hugged him tightly.

Ai Wen and the eight-eyed giant spider, the two of them on the body of the little dwarf Peter, began a disparity in power.

As for the little dwarf Peter, he has already fainted.

Because of the pain, the muscles on my face are still twisting.

Ai Wen pulled out his wand hard and pointed at the spider behind the little dwarf Peter. After trying it for a few times, he didn't succeed in making a spell.

Suddenly, the little dwarf Peter woke up again. His pupil was wide open with fear, his eyes sliding from the face of Ai Wen, looking at the more and more eight-eyed spiders around, they are gradually coming over, always ready to attack themselves and Ai Wen.

Looking at the firm expression on the boy's face, the little dwarf Peter once again remembered the childhood Sirius Black, his best friend.

Black just said that if he did not sell James and Lily to Voldemort, he would be willing to die for himself.

If Black is here, he will certainly be like Ai Wen, hold on to himself and let go.

If you didn’t sell James and Lily in the past, how good would it be?

The little dwarf Peter closed his eyes, and the tears flowed out again, because the painful and distorted face flashed a trace of regret and determination.

The next second, he violently broke away from Ai Wen, who watched the boy fly too far into the car because he was too hard.

The little dwarf Peter, with a little bit of remorse in his heart, was dragged by the spider behind him into the eight-eyed spider.

The car engine rang, it started with Ai Wen, knocking down more spiders coming close.

Through the defiled window, Evan saw that the figure of the little dwarf Peter disappeared.

The spiders made a triumphant loud snoring, he knew what it meant, and the worm tail died! (To be continued.)