Facing Draco Malfoy's incompetent rage, Amosta acted calmly. He shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned to look at him and said,
"What a shame, I thought you'd think it was cute!"
Who would think that such a terrifying, dangerous, and ugly creature is cute? Are they crazy? !
Malfoy wanted to retort like this, but the eight-eyed spider, which had imagined the happy scene of revenge countless times in his mind, was not so patient to wait for the two of them to talk. It saw that the powerful wizard who locked him up was careless. Deflect your gaze, thinking this is a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack!
call!
The whistling sound when a huge body as big as a cart-pulling horse hit the air was frightening. Malfoy's pupils suddenly shrank, and time seemed to be slowed down at this moment. He slowly opened his mouth and watched helplessly. The hairs on the thin limbs of the eight-eyed spider become clear.
Malfoy wanted to remind Amosta, but suddenly found that the speed of his lips moving was so slow. Even if 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 seemed unaware, suddenly turned around and raised his wand high. The tip of the wand was filled with light, and he chopped it down instantly like wood. The room was filled with dim light. Suddenly, a wall of ink-colored light with thin cicada wings appeared. It was like an extremely sharp knife lying in front of the two of them, with the blade facing the eight-eyed spider swooping down!
The green light in the eight compound eyes of the spider in mid-air changed subtly. It seemed to be aware of the danger and intended to jam its thin limbs into the wall to stagnate its body.
But it's a pity that the previous jump was too hard. In a hurry, it couldn't resist the strong inertia brought by the huge body. When there was no time to escape, it blocked its two big black mastiffs in front of it, hoping that Able to avoid some damage.
Wow!
Black rain fell all over the sky in an instant, and the spider's body, which was split in half from the middle, hit the ground with a clang, and the green internal organs, intestines, and body fluids were mixed together and scattered all over the ground.
Malfoy stood behind the milky white light shield conjured by Amosta, staring blankly at the spider that had turned into two parts. The increasingly faint clicking and clicking sounds of the two big black mastiffs filled his ears. It sounded like a cry and accusation before death, so Malfoy's legs began to tremble unconsciously.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy, I made your dormitory a mess, but don't worry, I will help you deal with it later."
Amosta removed the magic shield and said apologetically. He walked to the spider's body and ignored the light of hatred that had not yet been extinguished in the green compound eyes. Instead, he fiddled with its mouthparts a few times with his fingers, as if looking for it. What? After a while, he looked regretful,
"I forgot again, I have already collected venom... It seems that lack of food and lack of exercise will cause the eight-eyed spider's venom recovery speed to be very slow."
Malfoy's body trembled violently. He shifted his gaze and looked at Amosta, who seemed to be complaining that he shouldn't eat too many biscuits for afternoon tea, which caused him to have no appetite for dinner. For the first time, he really understood what It's called fear, what is called power!
"What kind of magic is that?" Malfoy knew his voice was trembling, but he couldn't control it.
"What?" Amosta didn't hear clearly for a moment. He looked up and looked surprised.
"The one you just used, the magic that killed this beast... the spider."
"Oh!" Amosta lowered his head again to rummage for valuable organs and said casually, "I didn't give it a name, Mr. Malfoy, if you are willing, I can give you the right to name it... Phew! "
Amosta stood up in disappointment. He walked to the stone box, but he was not in a hurry to take it out. Instead, he rummaged for something from the space bag he carried with him. After a few seconds, he took out a dark green box containing bottle of erotic potion.
Hiss!
The seemingly ordinary stone box emitted a foul-smelling white smoke the moment it came into contact with the potion, as if the extremely high temperature itself directly evaporated the potion.
Noticing that Malfoy's body was shaking violently again, Amosta explained kindly,
"I have cast a tracking spell and poisonous potion on the box. If you touch it at will, you will get yourself into big trouble."
I've already applied the poisonous potion, is it still necessary to apply a tracking spell?
Malfoy thought to himself, but he didn't have the guts to ask.
"alright!"
Amosta picked up the stone box, his tone became relaxed, he looked around at the mess, and waved his wand vigorously.
Collapsed beds and cabinets that were shattered into sawdust jumped back to their places one by one. Scattered personal utensils returned to their original shapes in mid-air. Feathers burrowed back into cushions and bedding. Broken books automatically repaired and jumped back. The original position was neatly arranged, the magic lamp on the ceiling shimmered again, and the green blood splashed on the wizard's robe and sweater also turned into a twisting liquid villain, twisting his hips and stuffing himself into the eight eyes again. Spider's belly.
Amosta waved his wand again, and the spider's body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the dormitory was once again tidy and comfortable.
"Well, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta put the box under his arm and said cheerfully, "I think you won't mind keeping today's matter a secret, right?"
Malfoy looked stiff and nodded mechanically, "I will keep it a secret for you... Mr. Blaine."
"Thank you!" Amosta nodded politely, then turned and left.
Draco Malfoy stood blankly beside his bed without moving. He looked at this familiar dormitory. What happened just now left no trace, and everything seemed like a dream.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that he suddenly remembered something, and his pale cheeks quickly turned red. He ran out of the dormitory, crossed the spiral staircase and entered the mansion lounge in a few steps. Amosta had already left. There was still no one here. Malfoy ran to the table by the fireplace. The half-written letter was still lying quietly on the table. He grabbed the letter, balled up the paper and threw it into the fireplace.
In the rising flames, Malfoy pulled out a clean piece of parchment from his bag and went to his desk again to write urgently...
At night, Amosta stood at the door of a classroom on the third floor that had not been used for many years. This room was the office arranged for him by Professor McGonagall, and it was also his bedroom while working at Hogwarts.
The house elves have kept this place clean, and the air is filled with a pleasant smell of musk, without any smell of decay.
The furnishings in the house are not complicated. Most of the space is empty and nothing is placed. Only the bed, desk, bookshelf and wardrobe are prepared near the innermost position. Considering that the severe cold weather will last for two or three days, In May, the elves thoughtfully installed a fireplace here.
Amosta closed the door and walked into the warm room. Several carved windows directly opposite faced Hagrid's Hut and the Forbidden Forest, and he could barely see the Quidditch pitch.
The candlestick placed on the desk exuded a steady light. Amosta stepped forward, took out the quills, inks and other utensils and arranged them neatly. He also placed a photo of himself and Grandma Felena on the upper right side of the desk. Corner, Amosta in the photo is much younger than he is now. It was taken between him and Felena in the photo studio opposite the orphanage during the summer vacation of the fourth grade and before the start of the fifth grade.
No one expected at the time that this would be their last photo together.
