Gawain is not alone.

Of course, not two and a half people.

He also brought a bird with him.

- Professor Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, is now proudly stepping on Gawain's shoulder, looking at the Forbidden Forest at night with interest.

“Expulso!”

There was a "clanging" sound in his ears, and Gawain raised his wand and without hesitation shot out a blue fire, scaring the two rabbits in the jungle out.

At this time, Gawain especially missed the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid leading the way. Not only would he not be caught in his trouser leg by the many shrubs, but he would not find out that it was actually just a harmless tree guard after a burst of saturation bombardment.

At dinner, Professor Dumbledore wrote back.

He promised to investigate and share new discoveries with Gawain as soon as he made them. In addition, a "trip to the Forbidden Forest" was arranged for tonight. He wished that Gawain would go alone and not seek Hagrid's help.

"Take Fox, you're going to need him. ”

While Gawain was reading the letter, Fox, who was in charge of delivering the letter, unceremoniously ate the crème brûlée he had left behind.

With a look of disgust.

As for Tom Riddle, whom Gawain really cared about, Professor Dumbledore simply mentioned that he was from Slytherin House, but his whereabouts are now unknown, and he hoped that Gawain would spend more of his energy on solving that "secret".

He and Fox headed east.

The Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night is already deep and weird.

This is even more true in the east.

The bark here is faintly an unhealthy iron blue, white in the moonlight. Suddenly, Fawkes pecked Gawain on the cheek.

"Did you find out too?"

Gawain clenched his wand cautiously and waited quietly.

They hadn't heard a sound for a while.

Not even the sound of birds.

It's never natural.

It was true that he wasn't as familiar with the forest as Hagrid, but in that dream, he had been hunted countless times as a centaur.

Even if it was just a dream that I didn't know if it was true or not, the memories engraved in the depths of my mind could not be faked.

The eight-eyed spiders thought they were hunters.

Their skin is gray, their chelerae movements are silent, their numbers are huge, their jaws are sharp, and they are the true overlords of the Forbidden Forest.

But Gawain felt that he was the hunter.

The silence in the forest is terrible.

Suddenly, Gao Wen flicked his sleeves violently, and a black shadow shot out, and a muffled sound of "snorting" sounded.

Since just now, he has always maintained a slight state of time acceleration, just to ensure that he can detect any traces of the eight-eyed giant spider in time.

“Arresto Momentum！”

Almost at the same time as the silver aura lit up, Gao Wen violently pulled the rope tied to his left hand and suddenly took off into the air. And in the corner of his vision, several gray-black spiders the size of Hagrid's face had quietly jumped!

Not a few.

It's a lot of them.

"Click, click".

The sound of chelicerae running is endless.

“Lacarnum Inflamarae！”

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, Gawain's wand clenched in his hand began to shoot out fiery arrows.

This time, unlike the previous duel with Bane, there were not as many fire bolts as there were then, but they were more precise and powerful.

Spiders are afraid of fire, but Gawain is even more afraid than they are.

He didn't want to wait until tomorrow morning, when Professor Dumbledore found himself first thing, and that was to put him in charge of making reparations for this goddamn natural forest area the size of many small Whygold districts!

He won't be able to work for another millennium!

Flames fell on the Eight-Eyed Spider, causing them to let out a terrible howl and roll desperately on the ground.

This was Gawain's plan.

He didn't know the exact location of the Eight-Eyed Spider's nest, but the Eight-Eyed Spider knew exactly where he was.

So as long as you can agree with the Eight-Eyed Spiders, let them take them to the nest, and then stuff them with one (or as many as possible) the largest fireball they can pull out.

The terrible underground environment of the spider's lair, the complex and likely flammable gases, and the cruel nature of these idiots to kill each other will naturally do the rest of the work for him.

"Now is the first step to reach a consensus. ”

Waving his wand, Gawain thought he was an elegant conductor, but he soon spotted a problem.

Very serious problem.

Indeed, he succeeded in luring the spiders out, and succeeded in temporarily scaring them with flames.

But he's just a first-year wizard.

- The power of the spell is far from deadly.

In fact, Gawain's flames ignited the fluff on the eight-eyed spider's body at most, and they rolled on the ground twice before standing up again as if nothing was right.

To make matters worse, the yearning for his delicacy seems to have begun to suppress the eight-eyed spiders' instinctive fear of fire.

Gawain could already sense that the spiders lurking in the shadows of the forest were about to move.

"But it's a spider! It's not a crab!"

Gawain felt that his plan had become a farce, but he was a little reluctant to go back like this.

At that moment, Phoenix Fawkes rose high, swooped down, and pecked hard at the back of an eight-eyed giant spider's head.

It's moving so fast.

Before the eight-eyed spider's dirty blood could come out, it had already withdrawn, and the smooth feathers of its body were not stained with the slightest filth.

"Well done!

Gawain shouted, waving his wand in his hand, forcing the spider back with even brighter fire so that Fawkes could come over.

But Fox didn't fly back.

It glanced at Gawain and repeated.

Only this time it's a little slower.

"You want me to learn from you?"

A flash of light flashed through Gawain's mind.

It's bold, but it's definitely doable.

He comes from the muscle memory of the centaurs, and the extracellular perception of time acceleration ensures this.

“Khronos 1.3X Accel！”

He exhaled the incantation.

The blood accelerated, sharpening his senses.

The jade in front of his chest provided a steady stream of heat, but when it entered his body, it turned into coolness, helping Gawain resist the burden of the spell.

“Akus。 ”

Gawain's wand hung from a tree with one finger, turning its tip from a barb to a metal spear tip. He threw himself out, landed behind a lone spider, and then tugged at the rope with all his might.

Body Shot!

It's even more exciting than bungee jumping!

“Expulso！”

Gawain exhaled the incantation as he got closest.

You don't need to pay attention to consumption!

Don't care about speed!

Don't care if you can hit or not!

The back of the head is so big, for the tip of a small wand, that's the whole world!

You can get it with your eyes closed!

The sound of "smacking" was like a watermelon being hammered.

The blue fire silently sank into the back of the spider's head, exploding brilliantly, splattering blood, and even Gawain's hands were stained with stars.

But Gawain only felt an inexplicable feeling at the moment...

Pleased.

Like the emotions that have been suppressed for the past few days, despair, fear, and complaining, at this moment are filled with this strange sense of satisfaction.

Gawain was well aware that he was not enjoying the feeling of killing, and that his aversion to dark magic had not changed since the beginning.

He just felt too stressed.

It was the first time in a few days that he really felt like he had done something.

Thankfully, the night was still long.

“Expulso！”

At the moment when he was about to touch his face to the ground, Gawain's wand pointed to the ground, and with the help of repulsion, it rose again.

The hook in his left hand made a large curve, and he had already selected the next victim.

At some point, the eight-eyed spider began to flee.

Gawain just kept repeating the process, rising, falling, casting spells, and rising again, chasing the fleeing spiders.

He almost forgot his original plan, and instead turned into a spider death.

Until suddenly I saw a silver glow.