Chapter 302 Abandoning Malfoy

Ivan didn't have time to talk to Malfoy, and he didn't care about his thanks at all.

He risked himself to save Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe today, but it didn't mean he wanted to improve their relationship and become friends with each other.

The reason for doing this is very simple, it's just that they don't want them to be killed by the giant spider, especially in front of themselves.

As I said before, this has nothing to do with personal feelings, but with nature and conscience.

He was still thinking about the whispers that appeared in his mind just now, he didn't understand the meaning of those words, there was a voice deep in his heart, constantly urging him to enter the cave below.

"No one knows this secret. In the deepest part of the ground, as long as you find that emblem, you will know everything," Ivan repeated slowly.

To be honest, he really wants to explore this cave now.

He didn't like this feeling. The unknown existence hiding in Aragog's lair made Aiwen at a loss, and things were getting out of his grasp.

The opponent is not Voldemort, and may not be as evil and powerful as Voldemort.

But Ivan knew nothing about him. He couldn't prepare step by step like he did against Voldemort, knowing that the biggest advantage in the future was no longer there.

Perhaps, he could go to the library to find information or ask Dumbledore to get relevant information.

But first, he had to know what the emblem that whisper had been talking about looked like.

Only in this way can he know who the other party is.

A rustling sound sounded in the cave, and Ivan controlled Buckbeak to land a little lower, and he wanted to see what was about to come out of it.

He originally thought it would be Aragog and his elite, but unexpectedly, about five seconds later, a large group of dark blue spiders crawled out of the burrow.

They look very fragile, with pale red dull stripes on their body.

These little spiders seem to have just hatched, and they are extremely afraid of the sun.

They crowded densely at the entrance of the cave, and under the cover of the milky white mist floating from the cave, they burrowed into the corpses hanging on the huge spider web in front of the lair.

Aiwen made Buckbeak a little closer, and he could clearly see that with the entry of the little spiders, the underside of the skin of the corpses that had not been fully weathered was obviously raised.

They used their newborn claws to tear at the flesh and blood, drilled deep into the corpse along the blood vessels, and quickly disappeared.

The whole process is extremely cruel and can't help but make people's scalp tingle.

Just thinking about this scene is terrifying enough, and no one knows how many juvenile acromantulas are hidden in these nearly a hundred corpses.

Before long, they will grow into the next generation of combat power.

Malfoy, who was sitting behind Aiwen, was afraid for a while. If Aiwen hadn't saved them, he might be hung here like the corpse below and become food for acromantula larvae.

Looking at the picture in front of him, he felt very sick. A gust of wind blew by, and Malfoy was dazed for a while, and he was teetering on Buckbeak's back. He hurriedly grabbed the hippogriff's feathers, but he couldn't exert strength.

On his arm, where he was bitten by the giant eight-eyed spider just now, he has completely lost consciousness, and the numbness is rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Malfoy wanted to urge Ivan to leave quickly and go back to the castle. He was really scared now, for fear of any sequelae due to receiving treatment too late.

And without knowing why, he seemed to have hallucinations in his head.

With the invasion of venom, he felt that everything around him seemed to become unreal, and a voice sounded in his head, whispering and echoing.

Malfoy couldn't hear what the other person was saying, and he didn't want to.

His face was pale and bloodless, and he had long lost his usual demeanor. Now he just wanted to stay away from this ghostly place and return to the warm and comfortable castle.

Even if he was asked to beg Ivan, even if he was asked to go back and review all the Slytherins, even if he was asked to see Harry's happy face, he would not stay here.

Malfoy was about to speak, but stopped immediately.

He felt something wriggling on his skin, he lowered his head slowly, and was shocked to see a small spider crawling out of the wound, exactly the same as the acromantula larvae frantically rushing into the corpse below.

Malfoy was frightened, and just when he was about to take a closer look, the little spider disappeared again, everything was an illusion.

The pressure from death almost made him breathless.

"I'm going to die!" was Malfoy's last thought.

In the next second, his eyes went dark, and he fell headfirst.

Ivan, Goyle, and Crabbe didn't expect Malfoy to faint suddenly, and they watched him fall straight into Aragog's lair.

"Damn it!" Ivan hurriedly controlled Buckbeak to fly downward.

click, click, click

An adult giant arachnid suddenly emerged from the cave. It seemed to have expected this to happen, and had been waiting here for a long time.

It gripped Malfoy tightly with its two front legs and dragged him deep into the cave as fast as it could.

Ivan wanted to stop it, but as soon as Buckbeak landed, swarms of little spiders quickly crawled over.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spider larvae emerged continuously from the corpses on the spider web, clicking, clicking, quickly opening and closing their pincers.

Golf and Crabbe gave a shriek of terror, and the two of them clung to Buckbeak's feathers, and lay on top of him, refusing to get off.

The extremely fat bodies of the two people huddled into a ball as much as possible, looking extremely funny.

Buckbeak flapped his wings, not daring to land, his eyes were shining with fear.

In a sense, these spider larvae are more terrifying than adult acromantulas. They are densely packed together. Once they are approached and climbed on the body, and they bite through the skin and drill into the blood vessels, the only end is death.

The picture of them frantically pouring into the corpse is still vivid in my memory, and no one dares to touch it.

Ivan jumped to the ground and shouted, "The flames are blazing!"

A golden-red flame emerged from the end of his wand. The flame spun, and under the guidance of Aiwen, it formed a wall of fire, blocking the rushing little spider, and slowly pushed forward. Soon, the entrance of the cave was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and the spider larvae let out distorted screams, being killed completely.

After a while, Malfoy and the huge acromantula were long gone.

"Draco, he was dragged in!" Goyle pointed to the cave and shouted in a crying voice, "We must save him, or he will die."

Crabbe pushed him hastily, carefully observed Ivan's face, and asked cautiously, "What should we do now?"

What else could be done, who would have thought that Malfoy would fall off Buckbeak.

Originally everything was over, as long as he returned to Hogwarts and informed Dumbledore of what happened here, the matter could be resolved safely and perfectly.

Now there is a sudden accident. By the time Dumbledore and other professors dare to come, Malfoy may be dead.

Aiwen took two steps down the gentle slope, and half of his body entered the cave.

In the dark, deep cave, that strange feeling reappeared again. This time he was fully prepared and did not get lost in it like last time.

There is an urge to go deeper deep in my heart, but reason keeps Ai Wen awake.

"Let's get out of here, hurry back as fast as possible, and inform the professor about this!" Aiwen made up his mind, "If the speed is fast enough, there should be still time."

If Harry was here, he probably wouldn't even think about it and just rushed in.

His character is like this, but Ivan is different.

He could take the risk to save Malfoy, but the current situation is obviously beyond his ability, and it would be stupid to rush forward like this. To be continued.