It had been raining for two consecutive days, and the ground in the forest was a little muddy. Although it was still the end of noon, the dense water vapor was gathering and dispersing in the sky, and the sun seemed to be wilting, squeezing through the branches and leaves. The light that comes in is even rarer.
Since Sylvie's formation, the already lush Forbidden Forest vegetation has become even more lush.
Fortunately, as Aini moved forward, all the branches in front of him curled up like a psychic, making way for him to make way for him. Otherwise, without the protection of magic, the wizard's robe would be hung in tatters after not far.
Hidden in the shadows, Peter raised his front paws and kneaded two black beans in disbelief. Even for a wizard, the scene in front of him was truly bizarre.
Of course, the transformation technique can easily achieve similar effects, but he did not feel any magic fluctuations.
If Peter is not too confident in other aspects, when it comes to his keen perception, the other three geniuses among the predators when he was in school cannot match him.
Maybe...this is the ability given by the gods?
The mouse in the bush licked the tip of his nose, a look of fanaticism in his eyes.
"You are late."
After going some distance, a female voice echoed all around, as grand as a divine voice descending into the world.
Peter was ecstatic in his heart. He would never misremember that familiar voice that he had only heard once. He just came here to try his luck today and was not quite sure that Aini would make a sacrifice.
The surprise came so suddenly that he had no time to think carefully about whether there was anything unreasonable in it.
"Let's go, I believe you will be satisfied with today's blood meal."
Aini didn't say much, and the two black figures walked deeper into the forbidden forest one after another, faster and faster.
Peter ran wildly in the shadows, barely keeping up with the two people in front of him.
The Forbidden Forest is no stranger to it. When the mouse still belonged to Percy, Peter often came to visit it.
Be cautious like it. Everywhere you go, you have to check for dangers and find a way out.
After walking for a while, Peter guessed the destination of the two people.
With a huge number and sufficient energy and blood, what other sacrificial site can compare to the habitat of the Acromantula?
The most important thing is that they look fierce, but they are actually easy to deal with. The lack of spell-like abilities is the flaw of this group.
Perhaps for those half-hearted people who can't hold a wand, the 5X-rated Acromantula is an out-and-out nightmare. Groups of ugly monsters can make their legs so weak that they can't support their bodies.
But once you meet an elite wizard above the level, the Acromantula is like a seemingly solid can. If you find the right way, you only need to flick it, and the juice inside will spray everywhere.
When Peter chased him to the edge of the depression, it was already surrounded by a green barrier. After finding that he couldn't slip in, he wanted to drill a hole to see how deep the barrier went.
But before he could take action, the whining sounds made him give up the idea decisively.
The green barrier somewhat interfered with the line of sight, but more or less images could be seen. Aini stood at the edge of the field, the wand in his hand like a sickle in the autumn harvest, harvesting abundant fruits one after another.
Not long after, the Acromantula that charged after discovering the "delicious human flesh express" retreated like a tide. But no matter how fast the six-legged escape was, how could it outrun the magic?
Peter was horrified to discover that with Aini's killing, Hecate's body seemed to have turned into a bottomless abyss. The bodies and souls of the fallen Acromantulas were all thrown into it under the inexplicable suction force and disappeared. Without a trace.
"Crack, click, click, Aragog."
"Click, click, Aragog, Aragog, help, man, man."
The Acromantulas called out the names of their ancestors. The fear of death made their pincers tremble even more violently, and the clicking sounds were almost continuous.
Following the calls of the spiders, a huge spider crawled out from under the giant web in the center of the depression.
"Stop, wizard! We are the property of Hogwarts and cannot be hunted by outsiders."
The old spider danced its big claws bluffingly, and the other six legs
But he was quietly and slowly retreating.
"You were raised here at Hogwarts?"
Aini was almost amused. He still remembered that after catching Harrow, the old guy let his descendants eat the two of them, and now he came to pull the tiger's skin at Hogwarts when he encountered a tough problem.
"Yes, our venom is a precious material. Young man, you still have time to leave. I have already sent a message to the gamekeeper at Hogwarts."
Aragog's claws were numb. The other party's voice sounded young, but his attacks were very ruthless. He was secretly frightened by the rapidly disappearing breath of life around him. The most important thing is that even during the conversation, the other party did not stop.
Listening to the batch-like screams, the old spider felt that its legs were a little weak. It was already very weak. Let alone whether it could escape, even if it left here, it would have no choice but to wait for death without the support of its descendants.
"Oh, really? But I remember that last time the Potions Professor at Hogwarts came to get the venom, and then Hagrid blacklisted him. I wonder who you provided the venom to?"
Ani doesn't mind chatting with Aragog. Simply killing spiders is quite boring. Although the Acromantulas pose no threat to him, there are too many of these guys.
It's okay to count the number of spiders that are larger than a foal, but those spiders that are not as big as a washbasin are so densely packed that it's almost impossible to kill them.
If he hadn't had to act in front of Peter and promised Silver to help him collect more venom, Ani would have wanted to take out the powerful "insecticides" in his pocket and clear his field of vision.
"Click click click click~"
Aragog was a little numb. He complained about it after Snape came last time. What is the background of this young man? How do you know so much about Hogwarts?
The students would not be so strong, and the professor's words were a bit too young.
"What, you have nothing to say?"
Ani chuckled, "Don't worry, for Hagrid's sake, I won't kill you, but how much the rest can escape depends on their luck."
Hearing this, the old spider was furious. You sealed off the surrounding area and saw the luck of the hammer!
Then it thought of the other person's familiar tone when mentioning Hagrid, and it couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in its heart, as its last reliance might no longer be reliable.
Feeling the dimming atmosphere around him, Aragog knew that the other party would not let his offspring go.
It seems that their unscrupulous expansion has finally crossed the bottom line of Hogwarts.
Over the years, Hagrid had repeatedly advised him to restrain his descendants, but it didn't take it seriously at all. Now waves of regret hit the old spider's heart tube, but it also You know, it's too late to regret now.
Although the other party promised not to kill him, if there is no support from the clan, he will not be able to live for a few days as a blind old spider. Instead of doing that, he might as well fight for it, and the feeling of starving to death will be even more uncomfortable.
This is what he was thinking in his heart, but his long-term comfortable life has already worn away his courage.
After an unknown amount of time, the green barrier finally disappeared, and Peter hurriedly got in close to the turf. But where were the shadows of Ani and Hecate?
Only an old spider is still hesitating, advancing and retreating...
