I'm so young.

Looking at Harry, who was in a fierce struggle in his heart, unconsciously, the wand in his hand was slowly falling, Amosta sighed, whether he killed or stayed, at least he had to ensure that Peter had no ability to resist.

Bang!

The earth rolled, the surging waves swept away all the trees and vines within thirty feet with the force of ploughing and sweeping holes, the soft earth was lifted layer after layer, the air was filled with the smell of scorching, and the scene of the Muggle street twelve years ago was once again in the world!

Harry and Hermione were in the pit, staring at the smoke billowing and the transparent magical barrier that enveloped them.

"How could it be. Who is it?"

By the time the smoke had cleared, Peter had disappeared, and Harry reached out in despair and gently pressed the magic barrier in front of him, and when the barrier dissipated, Harry muttered.

"I guess it's Dumbledore—"

Everywhere she looked, the devastated earth shook Hermione's body, and she clutched her chest, gasping for breath with difficulty,

"I guess he anticipated that we might lose if we did meet Peter, so he probably did something to us when he removed our names from the map of the living spots."

Harry crouched down, his head clutched, his lonely figure helpless in the heavy night.

"I should have killed him right now, it's all over now--"

Harry's voice was muffled, but Hermione could hear a cry in his voice.

She hadn't seen Harry like this since she had known him, he didn't have the slightest fighting spirit, his voice was full of depression, and he felt like he had lost all hope.

"Harry--"

Peter just disappeared in front of them, and without Dumbledore's precautions, they wouldn't even be able to save their lives, let alone Harry, and even Hermione felt a deep powerlessness in her heart, they had never experienced such a setback, and before, no matter what challenges they faced, they could always perform incredible miracles.

But no matter what, they still have to face reality.

Now, more than half of the time has passed, and if they don't rush back to Hogwarts Castle for the rest of the time, then something even more terrible will happen.

Hermione was about to comfort Harry, but at that moment, not far from a certain direction, there was a sudden cry of despair, and this voice was the voice of Peter, who had escaped from under their noses just now.

"What's going on!"

Harry jumped to his feet in an instant, screaming in disbelief, and fire rekindled in his green eyes,

"It's that traitor, who caught him?"

"Anyway!"

Hermione's voice was full of surprise, and she held her breath and pricked up her ears to inquire about the movement.

"There must be some kind of trouble."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and the next second, they jumped up in unison, chasing in the direction from which the sound came.

Click, click

Amid the rustling of leaves and Peter's fainter wail, there was a strange movement that sent shudders down the chase from Harry and Hermione.

"I guess it's some kind of dark creature living in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry's tone was full of pleasure, and he said hatefully,

"I just hope that when it eats him, it will leave me something to prove Peter's identity, so that the Ministry of Magic will have nothing to say!"

"Don't say that, Harry—"

A horizontal branch slashed Hermione's arm, red blood stained her ragged clothes again, Hermione frowned and endured the pain,

"Neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Bryan would want to see you say something like that-"

Hermione's words did hit a soft spot in Harry's heart, and he fell silent, not speaking, just shutting his head and hurrying.

At some point, the surroundings became more quiet and oppressive, and between the branches and leaves, even the incessant chirping of insects and birds could not be heard.

As they farted, the ground became softer and softer, and the ground was almost like a swamp as it had been accumulated over the centuries of decaying leaves, and they climbed upward, and as they crossed a certain boundary, the trees around them suddenly thinned out, and there were many more bushes overgrown with thorny vines in front of them.

In a trance, Hermione seemed to see shadows swaying behind the tall bushes, and fear made her clench Harry's arm, and she lowered her voice and whispered,

"Should we put the Cloak of Invisibility to use, Harry?"

Click, click, click-

Harry had noticed the movement behind the bushes, and he hesitated, but then, at the back of the hill, Peter's disappearing cries for help suddenly became fierce again, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Go check it out!"

Harry grabbed Hermione's arm and lunged upwards without saying a word, and the shadows behind the bushes quickly retreated as they passed, Hermione glanced at them, unable to recognize what the moving shadows were, if she saw them clearly, then she would have stopped Harry from doing it impulsively.

Finally, they reached the top of the long hillside, and now, in front of the two of them, was a huge crater-like low-lying place.

Ron was in luck!

After seeing the things in the pit, a nonsensical idea popped into Harry's head.

Spiders—not knack-sized fingernails in cupboards, but spiders the size of a horse pulling a carriage, with eight legs, eight green eyes, and black, hairy behemoths.

In the crater, there are at least hundreds of spiders of this size, they are constantly moving on eight legs, making a clattering noise, and the ground in the crater is full of animal remains and white pupa, some white pupae are still shaking violently, it seems that the creatures wrapped in it are not completely dead.

Gollum –

Harry swallowed, and after a few breaths, his head was covered with sweat droplets, and he felt the hand in his palm that belonged to Hermione suddenly become wet.

Click, click, click!

The two little wizards subconsciously took a step back, and at this moment, the big spiders in the pit seemed to have received some signal, and they meshed together fiercely, Harry no longer expected to find a finger from Peter, and now, his priority was how to survive with Hermione.

But the moment they turned around, the bodies of the two little wizards stiffened, and goosebumps fell to the ground all over their bodies.

Five or six huge spiders didn't know when they touched their backs and blocked their retreat.

Dozens of turquoise compound eyes condescendingly locked onto Harry and Hermione, and the eight-eyed spiders waved their claws in mid-air, making high-frequency clicking sounds, and Hermione suddenly realized that the sound seemed to be some kind of special language.

"Do you think there's a chance that Dumbledore's magic will work again, Harry?"

Harry's face turned grim, and he pulled out his wand and held it in front of him, but he couldn't figure out what to do with the big guys with the stick in his hand.

"Oh, the little wizard in the castle?"

Suddenly, at the bottom of the pit, there was a tired, old voice from behind the mist-like cobwebs, accompanied by a heavy metal click.

"There's no wizard else with me—"

The old voice asked warily, and the giant spiders in front of Halligen Hermione answered the question with a big swing.

"Bring them here!"

The voice in the pit suddenly said with anger.

Harry was about to resist, but for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he and Hermione had been pinned up by a spider with two large crows, and the spider was moving so fast that the wind blocked the mouths of the two men, so that they couldn't even scream.

Ten seconds later, he was sent to a giant spider about the size of an elephant who was about the size of an elephant, whose body and eight legs were black and gray, and who seemed to be blind because each eye of its ugly head was covered with a layer of white water.

"Look there, Harry--"

As Harry was dumbfounded at the spider, Hermione reminded him, her voice full of desperation.

It's Peter!

He was hanging upside down a short distance to the left of the hemisphere's web, and a smaller, eight-eyed spider was crawling around Peter, weaving the web as fast as it could.

Peter's mouth was blocked by a cobweb, and he couldn't make a sound, his lower body was already trapped in the white chrysalis about to take shape, his arm seemed to be bleeding, and the scarlet blood had stained a large white chrysalis.

Looking at Harry and Hermione, who were close at hand, Peter's little green bean-like eyes showed pleading, and his eyes clicked to the ground in fear.

You're doing it to yourself!

Harry used his eyes to express the pleasure in his heart.

(End of chapter)