Chapter 526: Acromantula

Verifying Godelot's words was not difficult; he specifically mentioned:

"Dark Magic creatures have cruel instincts, and this instinct comes from a wizard's extreme faith.

A wizard holding the Elder Wand can more easily read the malice hidden in the depths of their souls... and master it."

This meant that Sean could verify this malice through the perception of the blank talisman, just like Tang Mu...

In the corridor, Sean suddenly paused,

Malice, Voldemort...

The malice possessed by Dark Magic creatures is a wizard's extremely twisted faith, so what about Voldemort...

"There is not much humanity left in him..."

Therefore, he was cruel and powerful.

Sean recited silently; he remembered the words of the Centaur teacher, and this fact inadvertently corroborated Godelot's theory.

Sean went night-wandering again; Mrs. Norris lay on his shoulder and accompanied him all the way, finally rubbing his back neck before disappearing into the depths of the corridor.

So, Sean walked slowly into the lawn and came to the Forbidden Forest.

With the light of his wand, he walked for about twenty minutes; except for the sound of branches breaking and leaves rustling, there was no other sound.

Then, the trees became denser, and the stars above his head could no longer be seen. Sean's wand shone with a faint light in a boundless darkness.

Regardless of whether Godelot's theory was correct, Dark Magic was an obvious shortcut, but there had always been a voice in Sean's heart telling him:

The hardest, most winding road is precisely the closest road.

In the Forbidden Forest.

Low branches and thorns often caught the wizard's robes; Hagrid's robes were often torn like this, but as Sean walked, the branches and thorns along the way seemed to have been cast with magic, slowly shrinking.

Then, Sean discovered that there seemed to be something more on the road.

Sean put the Basilisk in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, that is, outside the forest path, and outside the forest path and Hagrid's patrol route, the Forbidden Forest was naturally not that safe.

Sean heard a big thing clearing a path from the bushes at a distance to his right, breaking countless branches.

"Lumos."

Sean raised his wand, and the light covered an area.

He saw it; it was a spider.

Not like those small spiders scurrying in the cellar, but each one was as big as a Thestral pulling a carriage, with eight eyes, eight legs, black and hairy, like behemoths.

A giant spider walked down the steep slope toward a misty, hemispherical web in the center of the hollow, surrounded by its companions.

They moved their pincers, making a clicking sound.

Acromantula?

How could they be here?

When did they build a nest here?

Sean frowned; this wouldn't do.

Creatures in the Forbidden Forest had their own territory; Sean clearly remembered this was the Centaurs' territory.

"You shouldn't be here."

Sean held his wand and said.

This was his first time seeing so many Acromantulas, but his face was calm, and even his tone was like a lake without a ripple.

"Aragog!"

An Acromantula shouted,

"Aragog!"

From the middle of the misty hemispherical web, a spider the size of a small elephant crawled out very slowly.

Its body and legs were black with gray, and every eye on its ugly head with pincers was covered with a layer of white film.

It was blind.

"What's going on?"

It said, clicking, its two pincers moving fast.

"The person from the forest."

The spider just now said.

"Is it Hagrid?"

Aragog said, moving closer, its eight milky-white eyes looking around blankly.

"It's Sean Green."

Sean said.

Hagrid told Sean that he had mentioned his name to all the creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

"Kill him,"

Aragog seemed irritable, clicking and saying,

"I was sleeping... oh no, are you Hagrid's friend?"

Aragog hesitated.

Sean silently examined this patch of Acromantulas; the blank talisman made him perceive the full malice, no different from Tang Mu's malice.

He sighed; sure enough, these Dark Magic creatures were products of a wizard's twisted faith.

That's why they had such rough and cruel magical abilities, such as Dementors sucking happiness, and the Basilisk's ability to kill creatures with its eyes.

These clearly belonged to the category of magic.

"Hagrid never sent anyone to our hollow before."

It said slowly.

"This is the territory of the Centaur tribe."

Sean stared at it.

"Around our territory, that monster from the castle appeared... we can only leave."

Aragog said.

"..."

Sean was silent.

"You can go back; it will wake up tonight, and it will leave here."

Sean reminded.

"No! No! It's awake!"

Aragog screamed in horror,

"Are we going to our deaths?!"

"..."

Sean silently prepared to leave; it seemed the Basilisk had caused a certain impact on the ecology of the Forbidden Forest.

He had to deal with it as soon as possible.

"Are you leaving?"

Aragog said slowly, the clicking sound became louder, and the rustling sound became denser; the spiders seemed to be surrounding him.

"I don't think so... my children followed my orders and didn't hurt Hagrid. But fresh human meat has been delivered to our door, I cannot stop them from enjoying it. Goodbye, Hagrid's friend..."

Sean looked; a few steps away, high above him, the spiders formed a solid, towering copper wall, pincers clicking, and many eyes shining on those ugly black heads...

There were many of them...

"Bai Yi."

Sean called out, and in just a few dozen seconds, a silver-white owl appeared in the ink-thick sky and landed on Sean's shoulder.

It seemed he had to start preparing Acromantula biscuits in advance.

A huge flame erupted between Sean's wand, and the flames surrounded Sean, forming a small sea of fire.

Faith, huh... ===== CHAPTER 527 =====