Evan looked speechlessly at the eight-eyed giant spiders around him who suddenly became excited, these guys are really pure dark creatures.

He didn't know what Voldemort had promised them in order to get them excited like this, but it certainly wasn't a good thing. Although Aragog was still talking, seeing the spiders gradually gathering from all directions, becoming more and more agitated, Evan did not want to continue the discussion on this topic.

"Fifteen years ago, my children advised me many times, and they advised me to join Voldemort's side, even though he paid me a real favor, but I didn't want to get involved in your human strife! I know Hagrid is against Voldemort!" Aragog seemed tired, and slowly retreated into his hemispherical web.

However, the spiders around the hollow were still moving slowly, inch by inch, towards Evan and Peter Pettigrew.

"Well, I think" Hearing the rustling of leaves on the ground behind him, Evan hurriedly shouted to Aragog, "I should go too, thank you for your help, Aragog, I'll talk to Hagrid about it!"

"Let's go?" said Aragoke slowly, "I think it's better not to."

Evan chuckled in his heart, the worst he had expected had happened, and Aragog had no intention of letting them go.

He slowly stepped back, there were too many eight-eyed spiders around him to be their match, and he quickly glanced at Peter Pettigrew, if this guy could use the evil black magic that caused the violent explosion again, maybe there would be a chance.

Peter Pettigrew collapsed to the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably, his skin pale from the blood loss, and there was not a trace of blood in sight.

In his current state, not to mention continuing to fight, casting magic, and even having the possibility of standing up.

It's a real waste!

Evan clenched the wand in his hand, and now Peter Pettigrew, not to mention becoming a combat force, is completely a burden when he fights for a while.

His gaze looked around and finally fell on Aragog.

It's unrealistic to fight so many ferocious eight-eyed spiders, and the only chance is to capture Aragog first. However, as soon as he saw Aragog's huge body like a baby elephant, Evan swallowed again, it was too difficult to catch this big guy, I am afraid that even Hagrid could not do it.

"My sons and daughters obeyed my orders and did no harm to Hagrid!" said Aragog slowly, "but fresh human flesh comes to my door automatically, and I can't stop them from enjoying it." Farewell, Hagrid's friend, thank you for helping us kill that guy in the castle."

Aven turned, and a dozen paces away, high above him, the spiders formed a solid, towering wall of copper, and the large claws clicked into a single piece, like a black river, quickly gathering towards the middle of the hollow.

Peter Pettigrew appears to be stunned and lies motionless on the ground.

Aivan's legs were trembling, and he secretly made up his mind in his heart, he knew that it was time to fight to the death, and if he didn't do it, he would never have a chance to do it.

He may not be able to capture Aragog, but he can threaten it with magic to let him and Peter Pettigrew go.

In the next second, Evan turned sharply and rushed towards Aragog in the middle of the cobweb.

His wand glowed red, knocking the eight-eyed spider in his way without pause, dodging Aragog's razor-sharp black claws and dancing spider legs, and circled Aragog's side.

Aragog wielded his massive eight spider legs, trying to duck backwards from the approaching Aven.

But it's too old to react quickly, and its sheer size doesn't allow it to move and dodge quickly.

Evan gasped and climbed onto the misty, hemispherical web. The webs beneath his feet were slimy, but they couldn't stop him, and he clenched his wand and unleashed a stun spell that briefly stunned Aragog, and he took the opportunity to rush to the inside of his body.

It was definitely the craziest thing Evan had ever done in his life, and the end of his wand was pressed hard against the rough skin of Aragog's body.

Looking at the spider's barbed, hard black fur, Evan felt sick like never before.

Skin-to-skin with an eight-eyed spider, he didn't know how Hagrid managed to do it.

Aven's heart was beating so fast that he was about to pop out of his chest, he was covered in sweat, and the cold wind of the night blew through it, and it was cold. The winter nights were very cold, and the temperature in the Forbidden Forest was a few degrees lower than outside, but this spider web was very warm, and a warm current slowly blew from the bottom to the top.

The discomfort caused by the cold wind dissipates instantly.

Evan turned his head and saw a crater behind the side of the spider's web, a gentle slope that sloed down and bottomless, and it was supposed to be Aragog's lair.

The warm breeze around me was blowing from the inside, and it was no wonder that from the outside, this hemispherical cobweb was always foggy. Evan didn't know what was down there, maybe an underground hot spring, or something that would emit heat

If it weren't for the current situation, he would have really wanted to go in and have a visit.

As the lair of the Spider King, Aragog must have kept a lot of very valuable things in it.

If nothing else, there will definitely be a lot of potion materials and magical plants in it. Or there will be powerful magical items, you know, even after more than fifty years of life, even with the blood of the eight-eyed spider, Aragog's size is too huge.

It wasn't normal, he must have been helped by something.

Now is not the time to think about this, Evan shook his head, pointed his wand at Aragog's head, and said hurriedly, "Let us go, or else"

He didn't finish his sentence, but there was a bright glow at the end of his wand.

Aragog shuddered, it could feel the temperature above Aven's wand, it didn't expect this human boy to be so bold and dare to threaten himself.

Evan's meaning was obvious, if Aragog didn't agree to let them go, even if he couldn't kill it on the spot, he was absolutely sure that he would use magic to penetrate its head. Aragog was so old that he would be almost certain to die if he was mortally injured like this.

Even, if given the chance, Evan prepares a fire to burn Alagog's lair.

"You won, Hagrid's friend, you're very brave indeed, no wonder you were able to kill that guy in the castle!" Click, Aragog's claw dancing rapidly, "Take that guy down there and leave, I'll restrain my children." ”

Click, click, click, and under Aragog's orders, the spiders retreated and scattered.

A few seconds later, in the middle of the hollow, Peter Pettigrew was lying alone, gasping for breath. (To be continued.) )