Chapter 163: Death in the fire

Although Aragog said so, Avon is somewhat hesitant.
He is not stupid enough to believe in an eight-eyed giant spider. As a highly intelligent creature, honesty and trustworthiness have never been synonymous with the eight-eyed spider; the facts are exactly the opposite, they are the purest, the most evil, the most A ferocious dark creature.
Even if Aragog is a pet raised by Hagrid, it can only guarantee that it has a little affection for Hagrid. Other human beings do not care about it! From the command of Aragog who did not hesitate to kill them, they can see the clue.
Ai Wen hesitated. If possible, he hoped to take Aragog together. As long as he left the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider and left the forbidden forest, he was not afraid that the other party would not be creditworthy.
But Aragog's body is too big, and the eight seemingly thick spider legs can't support its own weight. If you leave this spider web, it can't even move.
"Speed ​​is shrinking!" Ai Wen whispered, he was trying this magic.
This is what the newts ultimate sorcerer level exam requires students to master. Ivan once saw Professor Flitwick use this spell to narrow a spider. He tried to use it for Aragog. If you can narrow it down, then everything will be fine. .
I don't know if I didn't master this spell casting technique, or Aragog is immune to this magic. In short, his magic did not work.
Seeing what Evan did, the spiders around the depression screamed with anger, countless pairs of hateful eyes, shining on those ugly black heads.
"Hagrid's friend" Aragog's voice carries a hint of resentment. "Don't make useless attempts. I will not hurt you because of respect for Hagrid, but don't come here to bother us, our spiders." Like dark and silent!"
"Well, I hope you can talk and count!" Ai Wen tried a few other spells, and it didn't work. It seems that in addition to the powerful attacking magic, Aragog's hard shell and huge body make it Can immunize most spells.
I can't continue to delay. It's night, no one knows that I came here. The rescue in the castle couldn't be reached in a short time, and the situation of the little dwarf Peter seems to be getting worse. He simply wrapped his right hand and couldn't stop it. Exudation of blood.
Constantly tossing constantly, has consumed him too much physical strength. Looking at him, I am afraid I can't hold on for a long time.
Ai Wen slipped down from the hemispherical spider web. He stepped back, his wand still pointing to Aragok, and he slowly retreated to the little dwarf Peter.
"Thank you, Avon, you saved me, I will repay you." The little dwarf Peter grabbed Ai Wen's robes and said weakly.
This sentence is not at all happy. If nothing else, the little dwarf Peter should spend the rest of his life in the Azkaban Wizard Prison forever. He can't expect the other person to repay himself. He doesn't even want to see each other.
The little dwarf Peter struggled to stand up, but his legs were extremely weak. He just stood halfway and fell down immediately, falling heavily on the ground.
"Ai Wen, Ai Wen, I have no strength, help me, don't leave me alone here," said the little dwarf Peter Panic.
"Shut up! Take your dirty hands away from my robes!" Ai Wen frowned, watching his black school uniform hem with the blood of the little dwarf Peter. He gently waved his wand and muttered. "Transformed Phantom!"
It seems that there is an invisible rope tied to the little dwarf Peter's wrist, neck and knees. He is slowly pulled up from the ground, pulled into a standing posture, and the body still hangs unpleasantly, like a strange-shaped puppet.
He put his feet a few inches off the ground and his feet were softly pulled.
"Don't use force. If you break free from the control of this magic, I won't take care of you again!" Ai Wen warned, and he was also weak.
There are so many things happening tonight, he just wants to go back and take a good sleep.
Surrounded by hundreds of giant eight-eyed spiders, Evan slowly left the depression with the little dwarf Peter, and he noticed that the number of spiders around him seemed to be increasing.
After getting the news, the spiders who were eating out were gradually coming back.
They huddled together, making a squeaky, squeaky, fierce black eye staring at Ai Wen and the little dwarf Peter, and Evan could even hear a sound similar to a swallow.
Fresh human flesh, the temptation to them is too great.
Fortunately, they all obeyed Aragok’s orders and did not launch an attack.
In the middle of the depression, Aragog still stays on the misty giant spider web. The big scorpions slowly join together. It seems to be staring at Ai Wen tightly. The eight eyes covered by white are like I can clearly see that Ai Wen has made every move.
Then, it began to slowly retreat and retreat back into his lair.
In the of the depression, the road leading to it is filled with other eight-eyed spiders.
Ai Wen left the dwarf with the little dwarf Peter. They climbed the edge of the wide concave land. He saw the trees again. Aragog and the other eight-eyed giant spiders were disappearing from his eyes.
Ai Wen just breathed a sigh of relief and heard the low snoring of Aragog, which came from the deep bottom of the nest.
"Kill them!"
When I heard the command of Aragog, all the eight-eyed giant spiders immediately became violent, and they could not wait to rush.
Like a raging black river, with the roar of death, rushed straight to Ai Wen.
"Damn, this old guy really doesn't talk about credit!" Ai Wen couldn't think about it. In the scream of the little dwarf Peter, he hurriedly pointed his wand at the leaves on the ground and shouted, "Flame!"
A red flame emerged from the end of his wand, instantly igniting the yellow, dry leaves.
After more than 50 years of accumulation by the eight-eyed giant spiders, no one knows how many leaves are in the pit. They pile up one layer at a time, dry, corrode, and dissipate, leaving some grass fibers that are very easy to burn.
Under the influence of these leaves, Ai Wen's magic has achieved amazing results.
Aragog’s lair, the holy land of the eight-eyed giant spider, turned into a burning fire pit in an instant, and the thundering flame was twenty feet high.
The amazing heat wave hit the face, and the eight-eyed giant spider in the concave land made a screaming voice.
It is not the usual snoring, but the screams from the depths of the soul.
The little dwarf Peter looked pale and looked at everything that happened in front of him. He looked at hundreds of eight-eyed spiders burned by fire. He suddenly felt the same as the Dark Lord from the thin black-haired boy in front of him. Fear, horror.
At this moment, Ai Wen is a of death! (To be continued.)