In the face of Draco Malfoy's impotent rage, Amosta behaved calmly, he shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned his head to look at him and said,

"It's a shame, I thought you'd find it cute!"

Who would think this terrifying, dangerous, and ugly creature is cute and crazy?!

Malfoy wanted to refute this, but the eight-eyed spider, who had already imagined the pleasure of revenge countless times in his mind, was not so patient to wait for him to talk, and it saw that the powerful wizard who had locked himself up turned his gaze carelessly, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack!

Call!

The whistling sound of a massive body as large as a cart pulling a cart hitting the air was terrifying, Malfoy's pupils contracted suddenly, time seemed to slow down for a moment, and he slowly opened his mouth to watch the hairs on the thin limbs of the eight-eyed spider become clear.

Malfoy tried to warn Amosta, but suddenly found that his lips were squirming so slowly that even if he waited until he was crushed into a puddle of flesh by the spider, he might not have time to spit out a word!

Just when Malfoy thought he was dead, Amosta, who was unconscious, suddenly turned around and raised his wand, the tip of the wand shimmered with light, like chopping wood, and in the room with a ghostly light, a wall of inky light with weak cicada wings suddenly appeared, it was like an extremely sharp knife in front of the two, and the blade was facing the eight-eyed spider that swooped down!

The turquoise light in the eight compound eyes of the spider in mid-air changed subtly, and it seemed to realize the danger, intending to jam its thin limbs into the wall and stop its body.

But it's a pity that the previous jump was too hard, and in a panic, it couldn't resist the powerful inertia brought by the huge body, and when it couldn't make a move, it blocked its two big black mastiffs in front of it, hoping to avoid some damage.

Whoa!

The black rain in the sky instantly swayed, and the spider's body, which had been split in half from the middle, slammed to the ground with a thud, and the green internal organs, intestines, and bodily fluids were mixed together and scattered all over the ground.

Malfoy stood behind Amosta's milky white mask and stared blankly at the spider that had been turned into two, and the faint clicking and clicking sound of the two big black mastiffs sounded like a dying wail and accusation in his ears, and Malfoy's legs trembled unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I made a mess of your dorm, but don't worry, I'll take care of it for you later."

Amosta withdrew the magic shield and said apologetically, he walked up to the spider's corpse, and did not pay attention to the unextinguished hatred in the turquoise compound eyes, but flicked its mouthparts with his fingers a few times, as if looking for something, and after a while, he looked regretful,

"I forgot again, I've already collected venom... It appears that the lack of food and lack of exercise can cause the eight-eyed spider's venom to recover very slowly. ”

Malfoy's body trembled violently, and he shifted his gaze, looking as if he was complaining that he shouldn't eat too many cookies for afternoon tea, which led to Amosta, who had no appetite for dinner, for the first time, really understood what it meant to be fearful and what it meant to be powerful!

"What kind of magic is that?" Malfoy knew his voice was shaking, but he couldn't help it.

"What?" Amosta didn't hear for a moment, and he looked up in astonishment.

"The one you just used, killed this animal... Spider magic. ”

"Oh!" Amosta lowered her head again, rummaging through valuable organs, and said casually, "I didn't name it, Mr. Malfoy, and if you like, I can give it to you... Call! ”

Disappointed to his feet, Amosta walked over to the stone box, but instead of rushing to take it out, he rummaged through the space bag he was carrying with him to find something, and after a few seconds, he took out a glass bottle containing a dark green potion.

Shhh

The seemingly ordinary stone box emitted a fishy white smoke the moment it came into contact with the potion, as if it had directly vaporized the potion with its own extremely high temperature.

Noticing that Malfoy's body was shaking violently again, Amosta kindly explained,

"I've put tracking charms and poisonous potions on the box, and if you touch it at will, you'll get yourself in big trouble."

It's all already smeared with poison potions, is there still a need to cast a tracking charm?

Malfoy thought to himself, but he didn't have the guts to ask.

"That's it!"

Amosta picked up the stone box, his tone became relaxed, he looked around at the mess around him, and waved his wand vigorously.

Collapsed beds and cabinets shattered into sawdust jumped back into their places, sparse personal utensils returned to their original shape in midair, feathers burrowed back into cushions and bedding, broken books were repaired and jumped back to their original positions, magic lamps on the ceiling shimmered again, and the green blood splattered on wizards' robes and sweaters turned into writhing liquid villains, twisting their hips and stuffing themselves back into the belly of the eight-eyed spider.

Amosta waved his wand again, and the spider's corpse dissipated into a wisp of smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the dormitory was once again tidy and comfortable.

"Thank you, then, for your cooperation, Mr. Malfoy."

Amosta tucked the box under his armpit and said happily, "I don't think you mind keeping today's affair a secret, do you?" ”

Malfoy's expression stiffened, and he nodded mechanically, "I'll keep it a secret for you... Mr. Blaine. ”

"Thank you!" Amosta nodded politely in thanks, then turned to leave.

Draco Malfoy stood dumbfounded beside his bed, looking at the familiar dormitory, where nothing had left a trace of what had just happened, everything was like a dream.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that he suddenly remembered something, his pale cheeks quickly flushed, he ran towards the outside of the dormitory, and in a few steps he crossed the spiral staircase into the mansion lounge, Amosta had left, it was still empty, Malfoy ran to the table by the fireplace, the half-written letter was still lying quietly on the table, he grabbed the letter and threw it into a ball and into the fireplace.

In the rising flames, Malfoy pulled out a clean piece of parchment from his bag and sat down on his desk again...

When night came, Amosta stood in the door of a classroom on the third floor that had not been used in years, the room that Professor McGonagall had arranged for him, and which was also the bedroom he had had been in during his time at Hogwarts.

The house-elves cleaned it up, and the air was filled with a nice smell of musk, and there was no smell of decay and decay.

The furnishings in the room are not complicated, most of the space is empty and nothing is placed, just close to the innermost position, prepared beds, desks, bookshelves and wardrobes, considering that the cold weather will last for two or three months, the elves also thoughtfully installed a fireplace here.

Amosta closed the door and stepped into the warm room, where several carved windows faced Hagrid's Cottage and the Forbidden Forest, barely overlooking the Quidditch pitch.

The candlestick on the desk exuded a steady glow, and Amosta stepped forward and took out the quill and ink and other utensils to arrange them neatly, and placed a photo of herself and Grandma Felena in the upper right corner of the desk, in which Amosta was much younger than she is now, taken by him and Felena in the photo studio opposite the orphanage during the summer vacation of the fourth grade, before the start of the fifth grade.

At that time, no one expected that this would be their last group photo.