Although Aragog said this, Evan hesitated.

He wasn't stupid enough to believe an eight-eyed spider, as a highly intelligent creature, honesty and trustworthiness had never been synonymous with eight-eyed spiders, but quite the opposite, they were the purest, most evil, most ferocious creatures of darkness.

Even if Aragog is Hagrid's pet, this can only ensure that he has some feelings for Hagrid, and it doesn't care about the life or death of other humans!

Evan hesitated, if it was possible, he wanted to take Aragog with him, 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 trustworthy.

But Aragog was so large that the eight seemingly thick spider legs couldn't support its own weight, and it couldn't even move without the web.

"Shrink quickly!" Evan muttered quietly, trying out the magic.

This is what the N.E.W.TS ultimate wizard level exam requires students to master, and Evan once saw Professor Flitwick use this spell to shrink a spider, and he tried to use it on Aragog, if he could shrink it, it would be all right.

I don't know if it's because he didn't master the spell casting technique, or if Aragog is immune to the spell. In short, his magic didn't work.

Seeing what Evan had done, the spiders around the hollow let out a rattling sound of rage, and countless pairs of eyes full of hatred gleamed on those ugly black heads.

"Hagrid's friend" Aragog's voice carried a hint of obvious resentment, "Don't make any more useless attempts, out of respect for Hagrid, I won't hurt you, but don't come here to disturb us again, we spiders love darkness and silence!"

"Alright, I hope you can talk!" Evan experimented with a few more spells, but to no avail, and it seemed that Aragog's hard carapace and sheer size made it immune to most spells in addition to powerful attack magic.

It can't be delayed any longer, it's night, and no one knows they're here, rescue in the castle can't be reached anytime soon, and Peter Pettigrew seems to be getting worse and worse, and a simple bandage of his right hand can't stop the blood from seeping out.

The continuous tossing and turning has consumed too much of his physical strength. Looking at the way he looks, I'm afraid I can't hold on for long.

Evan slid off the hemispherical web, he stepped backwards, his wand still pointing at Aragog, and he slowly retreated to Peter Pettigrew.

"Thank you, Aven, you saved me, and I will repay you," Peter Pettigrew said weakly as he grabbed Evan's robe.

This statement was not at all pleasant, if nothing else, Peter Pettigrew should spend the rest of his life in Azkaban Wizard Prison forever, he didn't expect the other party to repay him, he didn't even want to see the other party.

Peter Pettigrew struggled to get up, but his legs were so weak that he was halfway through his feet and immediately fell to the ground.

"Aven, Aven, I don't have the strength anymore, help me, don't leave me here," Peter Pettigrew said in alarm.

"Shut up, keep your dirty hands away from my robes!" Evan frowned, looking at the hem of his black school uniform covered in Peter Pettigrew's blood, he waved his wand lightly and muttered, "Shapeshifting Phantom!"

It was as if an invisible rope was tied to Peter Pettigrew's wrists, neck, and knees, and he was slowly pulled up from the ground and pulled into a standing position, his body still hanging unpleasantly downward, like a strangely shaped puppet.

His feet were a few inches off the ground, and his feet were limp.

"Don't use force, if you break free from the control of this magic, I won't care about you anymore!" Evan warned, and he was also weak from top to bottom.

There was so much going on tonight that he just wanted to go back and get a good night's sleep now.

Surrounded by hundreds of giant eight-eyed spiders, Evan slowly left the hollow with Peter Pettigrew, noticing that the number of spiders around him seemed to be increasing.

After getting the news, the spiders that were foraging outside are gradually rushing back.

They huddled together in a clattering sound, making scalp-numbing clicking sounds, and their murderous black eyes were fixed on Evan and Peter Pettigrew, who could even make sounds similar to swallowing saliva.

Fresh human flesh is too tempting for them.

Fortunately, they all obeyed Aragog's orders and did not attack.

In the middle of the hollow, Aragog remained in the foggy giant spider web, the big claws slowly closing one by one, and it seemed to be staring at Evan, and its eight eyes covered in white eyes seemed to be able to clearly see Evan's every move.

Then, slowly, one after the other, it retreated into his lair.

In the hollow slope, the path leading to it was filled with other eight-eyed spiders.

Evan left the hollow with Peter Pettigrew, and they climbed to the edge of the wide hollow, and he saw the trees again, Aragog and the other eight-eyed spiders disappearing from his eyes.

Evan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the muffled click of Aragog coming up from the depths of the bottomless lair.

"Kill them!"

Hearing Aragog's order, all the eight-eyed spiders immediately became irritable, and they couldn't wait to rush up.

Like a raging black river, with a roar of death, it rushed straight towards Aivan.

"Damn, this old guy really doesn't have a good reputation!" Evan didn't have time to think about it, and as Peter Pettigrew screamed, he hurriedly pointed his wand at the leaves on the ground and shouted, "Flames!"

A burst of red flame erupted from the end of his wand, instantly igniting the yellow, dry leaves.

After more than 50 years of accumulation of the eight-eyed giant spiders, no one knows how many leaves there are in this depression. They pile up layer by layer, drying up, eroding, and dissipating, leaving behind some very flammable grass fibers.

Under the influence of these leaves, Aven's magic achieved amazing results.

In an instant, the lair of Aragog, the sacred place of the eight-eyed giant spider, turned into a blazing fire pit, and the earth-shattering flames were full twenty feet high.

An astonishing heat wave hit the surface, and the eight-eyed giant spider in the hollow made a terrible sound.

It's not the usual click, but a scream from the depths of the soul.

Peter Pettigrew looked pale at what was happening in front of him, looking at the hundreds of eight-eyed giant spiders that had been burned to death by the flames, and he suddenly felt the same terrifying and terrifying temperament as the Dark Lord from the thin black-haired boy in front of him.

At this moment, Ewen is the Grim Reaper!(To be continued.) )