The fire in the hollow was burning more and more vigorously. The red-black flames 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 smell 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 extremely firm, and from time to time 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 seemed to want to say something, 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 nemesis, Evan was destined to become 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 flames were separated and blocked out with a belt.
The flames in the hollow ground were too strong, and Evan didn’t know if they could succeed.
He didn’t have time to continue watching. Hearing Aragog’s call, more Acromantulas came out of the Forbidden Forest, waving their sharp pincers and rushing over to them. He hurried to leave with Pettigrew.
These Acromantulas that came 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 same. Messing up around them meant inevitable death.
Evan’s wand shined from time to time, throwing back the approaching spiders, and his remaining magic power was quickly depleted.
But the spiders were coming from all directions; their steady stream seemed to be endless.
Peter Pettigrew screamed 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 something, 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 me, I have been bitten by a spider, save me, I don’t want to die!” The scream of Pettigrew came over.
Under the starlight, Evan seemed 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.
Smelling the odor of blood, the other approaching Acromantulas became 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 immediately like a candle that was blown out by the wind.
“Save me, save me, please…” It started to sound like a broken record. Pettigrew screamed 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 James 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 same. Suddenly, a loud, long note sounded, and a blaze of light flamed 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 seemed 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. contemporary romance
Evan pulled out his wand with difficulty and pointed at the spider behind Peter. He tried a few times 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 remembered Sirius Black, his former best friend.
Black just said that if he did not sell James 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 James 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 meant: Wormtail had died!
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