Looking at the situation and weighing the pros and cons is not something that a group of teenage Gryffindor wizards are good at, if they are from Slytherin, when they see the ravages and heavy injuries of the Forbidden Forest around them, they will most likely behave very restrained and very educated.

"What's nonsense with him, Charlie, we'll cover for you, you find a chance to rescue Prian!"

A Gryffindor player riding a comet broomstick in the upper left of Amosta yelled, and then, decisively, threw a brilliant red light at Amosta.

The Gryffindor team did have a very good understanding, and the stun spell seemed to be an offensive signal, and the three players except Charlie responded immediately after receiving the signal.

In order to confuse Amosta as much as possible, they rode on broomsticks and constantly changed positions in midair, and the echoing black shadows weaved a large net above Amosta's head, and from time to time threw out several stun or petrification charms.

To be honest, Amosta was originally going to give Prian back to them, and he didn't plan to do anything with them.

Filoa had already gone to the castle to move the rescuers, and it was estimated that soon the professors would know that a student had moved in the Forbidden Forest, and then, deducting points and being locked up were inevitable punishments, but Amosta still wanted the confinement to be a little shorter, and he didn't want to stay in Snape's office until next Christmas.

However, since the Gryffindor people made the first move, there was no problem in defending and counterattacking, just to vent their anger.

The wand stirred, and a swirl of silver and black magic appeared in front of Amosta's body, and at the center of the whirlpool was a sunken, unfathomable black hole.

Like the Greek mythological legend of the Sea Eye of Calybdis, floating beside him, whenever a spell strikes from a certain direction, the magic vortex will automatically meet it without the control of a wand, and easily swallow it.

"What kind of magic is that?"

The Gryffindor team made a lot of effort, whether it was trying to attack from multiple directions at the same time, or concentrating on the maelstrom, but to no avail.

"I don't know, but it looks like black magic!"

Another man answered the question with a roar.

Charlie Weasley knew he had to act, and he couldn't just watch from the sidelines.

As a talented Seeker discovered by Gryffindor House, Charlie's flying skills are indeed superior to others, he is like a wandering ghost, after a short stay in one place, and then blinking, he has appeared in another direction.

Moreover, his spell-casting skills are also very good, and every spell can be precisely aimed at Amosta when moving at such a high speed, which is not easy, even the young Professor Flitwick may not be able to do so nimble.

Unfortunately, though, that doesn't mean he can break through Amosta's defenses.

In the middle of the night, Amosta unexpectedly enjoyed a difficult air show in the Forbidden Forest, and those pleasing flying skills made Amosta, who was not very interested in Quidditch, secretly admire, no wonder that the Slytherin team in the last school year was pressed and rubbed on the pitch by the Gryffindor team.

"Little earthworm, do you just dare to hide behind that thing and not come out?"

After a long attack, the guys of the Gryffindor team resorted to aggressive tactics.

"Maybe, we can try it differently!"

Seeing that his disarming spell had failed again, the panting Charlie froze in mid-air, he looked left and right, and immediately thought of paying attention.

"Fly high, beware of the venom of the big spider burning your robes--- curse stop!"

Everyone understood what Charlie meant, including Amosta, who immediately turned to look at the eight-eyed spider, just as he saw the glow from Charlie's wand hit the eight-eyed spider's black-haired legs.

Click, click, click!

The spider that had regained its freedom immediately waved two large, shiny black claws and hissed angrily at the wizard in front of it.

The eight-eyed spider that had been teased by Charlie for a long time shook its ugly head and blinked its turquoise compound eyes wildly, and in its senses, the few buzzing red flies in the sky and the little wizards not far from it on the ground were all in a group!

Click!

The eight-legged spider moved very fast, and the strong horizontal force of its huge body easily smashed several trees the thickness of bowls.

Amosta moved his brows, he knew that the eight-eyed spider, the venom juice of this magical creature was very precious, and a pint could sell for a hundred gold Galleons... Of course, the spider in front of me is still too small to collect that much in its body.

However, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and Amosta does not have a bad habit of wasting.

When he saw Amosta motionless in the face of the spider, Charlie's weathered face showed a little worry, he was worried about whether Amosta was stupid by this terrifying spider, just as he was about to open his mouth to remind, Amosta suddenly raised his arm, and his wand was pointed at the spider that flew into the air and pounced on him.

"Shrink down!"

The huge body of the eight-eyed spider in mid-air suddenly froze, and its eight compound eyes showed a dazed expression at the same time, and before it could react, the surrounding environment quickly distorted in its vision, and then, it found itself flying uncontrollably into a glass bottle.

"Thank you for the gift you brought me." After adding a few defensive spells to the vial, Amosta looked up, "I love it. ”

As he spoke, he clenched his wand tightly in the manner of a drumstick and sighed

"I'm probably going to have a lot of trouble to deal with next, so let's get to the castle as soon as possible, and if everything is in order, maybe I'll be able to squeeze in half an hour to go back to the dorm for a while."

"Stop dreaming, Brian, you're still thinking about sleeping?"

Gryffindor, who had been the first to attack, recovered from the shock of Amosta's understatement of subduing the eight-eyed spider, baring his teeth and saying viciously,

"The Dementors will treat you for us!"

"It's windy up there, I suggest you don't fly so high, otherwise, it will hurt when you fall."

Amosta didn't pay any attention to the threat at all, but looked at Charlie.

"What do you want to do?"

Charlie, alertly holding his wand to his chest and gripping the handle of his broomstick, ready to dodge at any moment.

However, instead of shooting a spell at anyone, Amosta slammed his wand into the empty void in front of him like a drumstick!

Airplanes!

With the strike of the wand, a violent storm suddenly set off in the invisible world, and the magic power was centered on the hammer of Amosta, like being awakened by falling rocks to calm the surface of the water, and quickly rippled in all directions.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Gryffindors, who had been swept away by the chaotic magic, suddenly fell from their broomsticks like dumplings, and after a few bangs, they all fainted.

"I warned you that it would be very... Ah, it's endless. ”

Amosta turned to look in the direction of the castle, where Bill Weasley, mounted on Philoa's broomstick, was speeding over the border of the Forbidden Forest and the playground, hurrying towards this direction with a worried expression.

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