Chapter 156: The reason why a top student is a top student(1/2)
Hermione had forgotten that this was the first time she had been frightened like this since she came to Hogwarts, but she had been well trained in Louis' mirror world and still had the instinct to fight back. With those two useless people who only knew how to hug together and be frightened,
The firewood man was different. Hermione's first reaction was to pull out her wand and fire a thunderbolt explosion.
Explosions are art, an artist named Patrick once said.
An artist with both virtue and skill.
The spider was in pain, hissed, and retreated quickly along the hanging silk.
"Don't be stupid!" Hermione reminded loudly: "It seems that there are some on your heads too, I can't see clearly..."
Ron came back to his senses, but it was too late. He felt as if he was being hugged by something. It was long, furry and a little pricked, and a clicking sound was heard behind his ears.
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"Ron!" Hermione shouted anxiously, shooting out a blue-white light.
A very dull explosion sounded, and Ron felt as if something exploded behind him, and something wet splashed on his face and body. The fishy smell almost made him faint.
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This feeling was so sour that Ron immediately started vomiting, as if he was going to vomit out all the food he had eaten yesterday.
"Harry..." Ron, who was vomiting, still didn't forget his good brother Harry. He raised his head and looked at Harry, only to find that Harry was rolling like a lazy donkey to avoid the spider's death from the sky.
You can even give it an Expelliarmus.
The big black claws that were knocked away from the weapon whirled out and hit Ron on the head.
It hurts.
Hermione cleaned him up and got rid of the dirt on his body, which stopped his nausea.
To be honest, spiders are indeed disgusting and scary, but under the threat of life, Ron couldn't care less, and he began to draw out his wand to fight back.
The number of spiders didn't seem to be very large. After a while, no more new spiders joined the battle. Looking at the messy battlefield, the three of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Now they don't know whether they should thank Louis or scold him - without him letting the three people come to the Forbidden Forest, they would not be in danger - but without Louis' dedicated teaching, they would not be able to deal with what they just did.
That kind of situation.
"We... why don't we go back." Ron suggested. He was really tired of this feeling of fighting spiders.
To be fair, if it weren't for spiders, Ron would definitely not give in, but there was no way, who gave him arachnophobia?
Arachnophobia is one of the seven major phobias in the world. People with zoophobia will be afraid of certain animals, such as snakes, insects, sharp-beaked animals, etc. Contact with these animals will cause them to have a strong sense of repulsion.
In severe cases, cold sweats, rapid heartbeat, and even suffocation may occur.
This is not Ron's fault, after all, it was the shadow that his two bastard brothers scared him when he was a child.
"We're here, do we really want to give up?" Hermione asked reluctantly.
The same goes for Harry. He organized his words so that they would not hurt Ron: "Ron, we have reached this point, do you really want to give up?"...
Ron shook his head hesitantly.
"I believe that the best way to eliminate fear is to face it." Harry's tone emphasized the importance of his words: "Besides, human life is at stake, and the life of Assistant Tifa is what we carry on our shoulders..."
"Ron, you don't want such a cute beautiful teacher to be eaten by spiders, right?"
The last sentence was undoubtedly the most important weight. Ron was immediately moved. No matter what, the kindness in his heart would not let him ignore Tifa's life.
"Let's go, um, sorry." Ron apologized to the two of them: "Let's continue looking..."
Yaya barked reluctantly. As a coward, he really didn't want to continue walking with these three iron-headed boys who wanted to die.
But there is no way, it doesn’t want to be alone...
The dog goes back.
After walking downhill for a long time, it was finally no longer pitch black in front of us. When we looked up, the lush tree crowns had disappeared, replaced by the bright night sky. The moonlight poured down, and we could clearly see the road ahead.
This was a wide small valley, with spider webs scattered randomly everywhere. Under the moonlight, they saw the most terrifying scene they could imagine in their lives.
Spiders, the ground is full of spiders, densely packed all over the valley. Each one is as big as a car, black and furry, surrounding a misty hemispherical spider web in the middle. I don’t know.
What they are doing, maybe it is a religious ritual for the spiders.
The spiders didn't notice what was going on here. They were engrossed in carrying out their rituals without any distractions.
Ya Ya, who was still able to bark twice, has completely lost his temper and curled up into a small ball on the side. He is as cowardly as he needs to be.
Hermione looked at the grand occasion in front of her, her eyes widened, and it took a long time before she said a curse word to express her mood at this moment.
"Jesus, his mother, what the hell is this!" Hermione almost yelled, and Ron also used the classic blood mother hell to answer Hermione.
Oh, sharp-eyed Harry saw that among the spiders was something tightly wrapped in spider silk, about half the length of a spider - and the thing was twisting non-stop.
Harry was so happy that he quickly pushed Hermione and whispered: "Did you see the object wrapped in cobwebs in the center of the spider?"
"Where is it?" Hermione didn't see clearly. Because she liked reading too much, she was actually a little short-sighted.
"That's it...did you see that?"
Hermione squinted her eyes and searched for a long time, and even added an eagle eye spell to herself, and then she could clearly see the twisting and struggling spider web over there.
"I saw it." Hermione nodded and said, "Why does it feel a little strange?"
"That's a person! Hermione!" Harry whispered: "That shape, Hermione, only makes sense if it's a person..."
"Isn't it Assistant Tifa?" Ron interjected.
"Even if it's not Assistant Tifa, we can't just sit idly by!" Harry's sense of justice suddenly came to his mind.
"Your idea is very good, Harry. I also want to save people." Hermione pointed at the endless swarm of spiders and said, "But have you ever thought about how we deal with the sea of spiders..."...
"Ah, this..." As soon as Hermione said this, both of them lost a lot of enthusiasm.
"Then we can't do nothing, right?"
Compared with Britain, which lacks great virtues, its people are actually not like his country. At least ordinary people will not watch others in trouble and do nothing, but give them all support except help.
"But we can't be reckless," Harry said, remembering the content on the note again, "These spiders should be Hagrid's friends..."
"Hagrid? Will he have these strange friends?" Ron's voice changed: "I would say it was all his bad idea, following the spider..."
At this time, the Acromantulas finally discovered them. A team of spiders surrounded them from behind, and another wave confronted them from the front.
"They should be intelligent creatures. Since they are Hagrid's friends... I will try to negotiate with them."
Harry held down Hermione's wand, walked forward and said, "Do you know Aragog?"
The spiders that were still moving forward stopped instantly, including the spiders that were outflanking behind.
Soon, the spiders whispered to each other for a long time and elected a representative.
Harry listened hard for a long time before he realized that it was talking. It was difficult to tell what they were talking about, because every time they said a word, they would click their big claws for a long time.
"How do you know Aragog?" The spider raised its eight compound eyes with great effort and looked warily at the human cub in front of it.
"He is a friend of my friend." Harry said: "Hagrid, you should know him. He seems to be in trouble. Let's
Come and find Aragog."
The spider turned around, touched its claws with the other spiders, then turned around and said, "Follow me."
"Uh...we're not in danger, are we?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Do you think you have a choice?"
After the spider finished speaking, the spiders in the main valley all began to play with their large claws, and the uniform sound resounded throughout the valley.
The terrifying feeling is indescribable. Think about it, it's almost equivalent to a whole pack of wolves grinding their teeth in front of you.
What's more, judging from the size of the Acromantula and the size of the group, it might not be enough for the wolves to fill their teeth.
The three of them had no choice but to walk towards the middle with Yaya.
The three of them stood next to the object that was still twisting, and they could still hear the "wow" sound it made, just like the sound made by a person who is blocked and unable to speak.
"Assistant Tifa?" Harry asked tentatively.
The object moved more violently.
"Don't struggle yet. If you are Tifa's assistant, you will struggle three times. Otherwise, feel free to do whatever you want." Hermione said.
The object really only struggled three times, and it was very honest. After the struggle, it lay down and stopped.
"Please wait a moment. We will negotiate with the spider and rescue you immediately." Hermione comforted Tifa.
Tifa was very good, lying down and motionless.
"Aragog, Aragog." The spider that first communicated with Harry shouted into the round spider web.
Then all the spiders started calling Aragog's name in unison with him...
After a while, I walked out of the hemispherical spider web and saw a huge spider that was several sizes larger than all the spiders. It was almost as big as a small truck.
Its body is black with gray, giving people the impression of an aging person. Each of the eight eyes on the head with large pincers is covered with white shadow, and it is most likely that it is old and blind.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice was very old, and there was an unpleasantness in his tone. Harry could tell that Aragog's tone was like that of Ron who had been disturbed from his dream. If he said
Say "blood mother hell", that is the living spider version of Ron.
To be continued...