Harry, they were on a rampage through the woods. The car followed a route that it was clearly familiar with, turning left and right smartly, looking for the widest gap.

They left the Forbidden Forest, and there were no pursuers behind them.

Harry turned his head to look at Ron, and saw that his mouth was still open, as if he was screaming silently, but his eyeballs were no longer bulging.

"Are you alright?"

Ron stared straight ahead, unable to utter a word, and waited a few moments before he opened the car door and climbed into the pumpkin patch desperately vomiting.

"Follow the spider," Ron said weakly, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "I'll never forgive Hagrid!" We were lucky to have survived! ”

"When he comes back from Azkaban, I'll kill him!" Ron pulled out that broken wand viciously!

"I dare say he thought Aragog wouldn't hurt his friends." Harry said.

"Hagrid's problem is here!" Ron said, banging heavily on the walls of the hut, "He always thought monsters weren't as bad as people made up, and look at what happened to him!" Locked up in a cell in Azkaban! He began to tremble uncontrollably, "What's the point of sending us there?" I wonder what we've figured out. ”

"Figured out that Hagrid never opened the chamber of secrets, and that he was innocent." Harry said.

Ron snorted loudly.

Obviously, in his opinion, Hagrid was not innocent just the moment he hatched Aragog in the cupboard.

Harry went to Hagrid's house to retrieve the Cloak of Invisibility and draped it over himself and Ron, and the two of them found a place to sit next to each other, looking back into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, waiting for Cyrus.

"It's a good thing that Mr. Riddle wronged Hagrid fifty years ago!" "Otherwise, Aragog would have been in a room at school." You saw it too! It doesn't eat people, but what about other spiders? I'm willing to bet that if Hagrid doesn't pay attention, they'll eat up the entire school in no time! ”

Harry was tempted to defend Hagrid, but he couldn't tell if he had just escaped from under the spiders' mouths. He himself was nearly killed, and Mr. Riddle's life and death are still unknown!

The two of them could only sit here and wait, praying that "Mr. Riddle" was safe.

But the wait was too long.

"That monster sounds so similar to Voldemort that the spiders don't dare to name it."

Ron shuddered, "Then don't mention it too, okay?" ”

Harry sighed and looked up, the sky wasn't as dark as it had been. The clouds seemed to have dispersed, and the moonlight shone on the empty pumpkin patch as if it were sprinkled with hoarfrost.

He collapsed exhausted in the pumpkin patch, and suddenly, he saw the sky light up in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The fire under the night sky shines into the sky!

He jerked to his feet.

"Ron, look over there!"

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"Ultimate protection."

Cyrus watched as the car's taillights disappeared into the darkness, and some of the spiders tried to chase Harry, but he cast a magical enchantment in reverse, enveloping the hollow. The spiders pounced on the invisible walls of magic and were instantly burned to ashes by the magic.

So, they could only turn their heads and focus on Sellers alone.

Vast expanses of spiders filled the undulating clearing, and there were probably thousands, tens of thousands, tens of thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders in front of Cyrus's eyes, the largest larger than a car, and the smallest resembling a hunting dog.

They were like sharks that had sniffed blood, and rushed towards Sellers like crazy. The dense spiders crowded each other, for fear that if they fell behind a little, they would miss the taste of human flesh this time.

Hundreds of thousands of legs slammed on the ground with a loud clack, as if the entire Forbidden Forest vibrated with their footsteps.

Even Cyrus, who is not afraid of spiders, has goosebumps all over his body.

It's like knocking open a wooden cabinet and seeing hundreds or thousands of termite larvae wriggling together.

Or maybe a cave with tens of thousands of snakes intertwined with each other.

The twisted body constantly rises and falls in the gaps, which is disgusting-

But Cyrus didn't kill them all at once, he stabbed his wand hard into the ground with the tip of his wand pointing downward. In an instant, a powerful magical force was released around him, and the shockwave shook all the eight-eyed giant spiders that were about to overwhelm him!

An empty space was left behind.

Unhurriedly, he took out a crucible, and the potion in the cauldron was still boiling.

Spiders aren't going to rest on their laurels! They come after each other, like swarms of locusts! There are so many of them, but Cyrus's body is so small, no one is afraid that he will not be able to eat anything if he is one step too late!

Those sharp spider legs stomped on the ground like nails, while the spiders that followed them stepped mercilessly on the spiders in front of them. They piled up higher and higher, almost becoming a high wall.

It became a black wave!

Cyrus watched them die with a cold eye, and he lit the flames.

The flames burned, and suddenly they exploded like a gushing spring, spreading to every corner.

The eight-eyed spiders were caught off guard by the sudden spread of flames, and the blazing waves collided with the black spider tide, and the flames mercilessly scorched their limbs and flesh!

They let out a terrible wail, but the flames were so poisonous that they couldn't get rid of it, and they spread fast!

The burning spiders are like monsters in flames, desperately struggling, the spiders in front of them want to escape, but the spider swarm is constantly pushing them forward. The burning spider is like a devil in the flames, rampaging through the crowd of spiders and passing the flames to more spiders.

It only took a split second for the flames to ignite the entire recess.

Isn't this a kind of passing on the torch?

"Wait—human—"

Aragog wailed and pleaded, but Sellers turned a deaf ear.

Not to mention the fact that the Eight-Eyed Spider also wanted to kill them, it was enough for Cyrus to kill them.

What's more, the value of life is only equal in alchemy, and in a person's eyes, the life of a spider is obviously not the same as a person's life.

The flames burned incessantly, taking away the bodies and souls of the spiders, their bodies reduced to ashes in an instant, except for the red liquid that flowed towards the sky, converging into a blood-colored river above the cauldron.

The whole hollow seems to have suddenly become a cemetery of death, and it has also become a fountain of life.

The spiders who were not yet dead dodged the flames in fear, but all the retreats had been sealed by Cyrus with the "ultimate protection", and he was the only one in the flames who was not contaminated at all, and in the scorching sea of fire, Cyrus's gaze was colder than winter.

In an instant, all the eight-eyed giant spiders became his sacrifice for refining the Philosopher's Stone.

Life can only be measured in life, in exchange for tens of thousands of lives, this time, the red liquid left inside the crucible became thicker and thicker, and it looked like a large cauldron of plasma.