The fire in the hollow was burning more and more vigorously. The red-black flas spread through the leaves of the slope from top to bottom, passing from the outermost side of the ridge to the center, engulfing everything they touched.
The leaves and the Acromantulas were scorched, and the ashes were fluttering, as if the door of Hell was slowly opening. There were loud, shrill screams in the fire pit. Just to stop Evan from returning to Aragog, many of the Acromantulas gathered there, and now, they were desperately fleeing around.
Evan stood on the ridge of the fire pit and gave the whole scene a cold look.
The scene did touch him greatly. The oncoming scorching heat, the burnt sll of flesh and blood and the wails of the spiders before their death, as if coming out from the depths of Hell, made his legs quiver constantly.
But Evan’s right hand holding the wand was extrely firm, and from ti to ti it emitted a red light, shooting down the giant spiders trying to escape from the fire pit.
On the side, Peter Pettigrew was looking at Evan in awe. He seed to want to say sothing, but after a long hesitation, he said nothing.
With this boy, he couldn’t think about resisting anymore.
The Acromantulas that were not burned in the pit were equally frightened and looked at the human boy above. Countless pairs of eyes stared at him, as if they wanted to carve Evan’s appearance deep into the soul. Starting on that day, on top of their nesis, Evan was destined to beco a nightmare for all Acromantulas.
They were constantly retreating and gathering at the center of the hollow.
Click, click, click…
Evan heard Aragog’s voice coming from the depths of the Lair, and the remaining giant spiders began to force the leaves and the soil, and the flas were separated and blocked out with a belt.
The flas in the hollow ground were too strong, and Evan didn’t know if they could succeed.
He didn’t have ti to continue watching. Hearing Aragog’s call, more Acromantulas ca out of the Forbidden Forest, waving their sharp pincers and rushing over to them. He hurried to leave with Pettigrew.
These Acromantulas that ca closely followed behind them. Although they were much smaller than the ones in the hollow, the power of their sharp big pincers was exactly the sa. ssing up around them ant inevitable death.
Evan’s wand shined from ti to ti, throwing back the approaching spiders, and his remaining magic power was quickly depleted.
But the spiders were coming from all directions; their steady stream seed to be endless.
Peter Pettigrew scread with horror. Blood and sweat almost drenched his entire robe, and the clot that had already begun to solidify on his wound began to crack and ooze with blood. He wanted to do sothing, but he didn’t dare to move. He didn’t even dare to speak, fearing to interrupt Evan’s magic moving him.
If that was to happen, the consequences would simply be unimaginable.
About five minutes later, Evan was almost unable to hold on. Even if he killed more spiders, that would not help at all. There were simply too many of them. He insisted on moving forward for a while, then gasped and leaned heavily on the trunk of an oak tree.
The faint radiance at his wand’s tip slowly dissipated, and the surroundings plunged into endless darkness.
“Save , I have been bitten by a spider, save , I don’t want to die!” The scream of Pettigrew ca over.
Under the starlight, Evan seed to see the size and shape of Pettigrew lying, and the giant spider biting his right leg, tearing his flesh and blood with his big black pincers, and pulling him back.
Peter’s arm clenched the trunk next to him. There was a clicking. The Acromantula behind him snapped a large piece of his flesh, and blood squirted out of his leg. The sound of the monster chewing his flesh was absolutely disturbing.
Slling the odor of blood, the other approaching Acromantulas beca more insane.
Another spider rushed to Pettigrew. The scene was too horrible. Evan hurriedly stretched out his wand and wanted to save him.
But there was no magic power in his body. He casted a spell, and his wand emitted a faint red light, that disappeared imdiately like a candle that was blown out by the wind.
“Save , save , please…” It started to sound like a broken record. Pettigrew scread and cried more and more, louder and louder.
He struggled, wept, pleaded, and his face was full of tears. He regretted taking the path that led him to this. He wished he had not betrayed Jas and Lily. The promise of power he received from Voldemort was empty.
Evan couldn’t bear to hear Peter’s screams, and closed his eyes.
Perhaps, he’s going to end up the sa. Suddenly, a loud, long note sounded, and a blaze of light flad through the hollow.
Evan opened his eyes in surprise. He saw the old car he had taken before school last year. Mr. Weasley’s car was thundering down the slope, headlights glaring, its horn screeching, knocking spiders aside; several were thrown onto their backs, their endless legs waving in the air. The car screeched to a halt in front of Evan and the doors flew open.
Evan didn’t think twice. He jumped up and his previously depleted magical power seed to be revived with hope. His wand emitted successive red lights, hitting the spider behind Pettigrew. He held Peter’s left hand and dragged him over towards the front seat of the car.
They just walked two steps forward, when he spider that had just bitten Peter’s right leg suddenly rushed out from the shadows. Once again, his big pincers clasped Peter and his front legs surrounded his waist holding him tightly.
Evan and the spider started a disparate struggle over the body of Pettigrew.
As for Peter, he had already fainted. Because of the pain, the muscles on his face were still contorting.
Evan pulled out his wand with difficulty and pointed at the spider behind Peter. He tried a few tis and failed to cast a spell.
Suddenly, Pettigrew woke up again. His pupils were wide open with fear, his eyes moved from Evan’s to look around, watching at the growing number of spiders around them. They were gradually coming over, ready to attack them.
Looking at the firm expression on the boy’s face, Pettigrew once again rembered Sirius Black, his forr best friend.
Black just said that if he did not sell Jas and Lily out to Voldemort, he would also be willing to die for him.
If Black was here, he would certainly be just like Evan, holding him tight and not letting him go, wouldn’t he?
If he didn’t betray Jas and Lily in the past, how good would life be right now?
Pettigrew closed his eyes, and his tears flowed out again, and there was a trace of regret and resolution on his painful and distorted face.
A second later, he violently broke away from Evan, watching the boy springing right back into the car as he was pulling too hard.
As he was dragged by the spider to the Acromantulas behind them, Pettigrew had a little penitence in his heart.
The car’s engine roared and they were off, hitting more spiders.
Through the dirty window, Evan saw Peter Pettigrew fade away.
The spiders made a triumphant loud clicking. Evan knew what it ant: Wormtail had died!
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