Faced with Draco Malfoy's incompetent rage, Amosta acted calmly. He shrugged his shoulders innocently, turned to look at him and said,
"What a pity. , I thought you would think it was cute."
Who would think this kind of scary, dangerous, and ugly creature is cute? Are they crazy?
Malfoy thought It was such a retort, but the eight-eyed spider, which had imagined the happy scene of revenge countless times in its mind, was not so patient to wait for the two of them to talk. It saw that the powerful wizard who had locked him up carelessly turned his gaze. Thinking this is an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack
Huh
The whistling sound of a huge body as big as a cart horse hitting the air is frightening, and Malfoy's pupils suddenly Contraction, time seemed to be slowed down at this moment, he slowly opened his mouth, watching helplessly as the hairs on the thin limbs of the eight-eyed spider became 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
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Just when Malfoy thought he was dead, Amosta, who seemed unaware, suddenly turned around and raised his wand. In the light room, a dark wall of light with weak wings suddenly 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 is a pity that the previous jump was too hard. In a hurry, it was unable to withstand the strong inertia brought by the huge body. When there was no time to escape, it threw its two big black The mastiff stood in front of him, hoping to be immune to some damage.
Crash
The black rain in the sky fell instantly, and the spider's body, which was divided into two halves from the middle, hit the ground with a clang, and the green internal organs, intestines and body fluids were mixed together. There was a loud splash all over the floor.
Malfoy stood behind the milky white light shield conjured by Amosta, staring blankly at the spider that had turned into two parts, and the two big black mastiffs made gradually weaker click, click The sound sounded to his ears like the wailing and accusation before death, so Malfoy's legs began to tremble unconsciously.
"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 said apologetically. He walked to the spider's body, ignoring the light of hatred that had not yet been extinguished in its green compound eyes. Instead, he fiddled with its mouthparts a few times with his fingers, as if looking for something. After a while, he With regret on his face,
"I forgot again, I have already collected the 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 has a strong bodyThe ground trembled, and he shifted his gaze. He looked at Amosta, who seemed to be complaining that he shouldn't eat too many cookies for afternoon tea, which resulted in him not having much appetite for dinner. For the first time, he truly understood what fear is and what it means. Also called powerful
"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 magic you just used, the magic that killed this beastly spider."
"Oh" Amosta lowered his head again and rummaged for valuable organs, casually Said, "I didn't give it a name, Mr. Malfoy. If you are willing, I can give you the right to name it."
Amosta stood up in disappointment, and he walked to the stone There was a box there, but he didn't rush to take it out. Instead, he rummaged through the space bag he carried with him to find something. After a few seconds, he took out a glass bottle containing dark green potion.
Hiss
The seemingly ordinary stone box emitted a smelly white smoke the moment it came into contact with the potion, as if it itself contained extremely high The temperature directly evaporated the potion.
Noticing that Malfoy's body was shaking violently again, Amosta explained kindly,
"I have cast a tracking spell and a poisonous potion on the box. , if you touch it casually, you will get yourself into big trouble."
I have already applied the poisonous potion, is it still necessary to apply a tracking spell?
Malfoy. He was thinking about it, but he didn't have the guts to ask.
"Okay"
Amosta picked up the stone box, his tone became relaxed, he looked around at the mess around him, 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 re-buried into soft cushions and bedding, which were damaged. The books automatically repaired and jumped back to their original positions. The magic lamp on the ceiling shimmered again, and the green blood splashed on the wizard's robe and sweater turned into a writhing liquid man, twisting his hips. He stuffed it into the eight-eyed spider's belly again.
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.
"Then, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta put the box under his arm and said happily, "I think you will not Do you mind keeping today's matter a secret?"
Malfoy looked stiff and nodded mechanically, "I will keep it a secret for you, Mr. Blaine."
"Thank you" Armor. Star nodded politely in thanks, 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, everything was like a dream.
Until ten minutes later, he suddenlySuddenly he 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, and the place was still empty. 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.
Amid the rising flames, Malfoy pulled out a clean piece of parchment from his schoolbag and went to his desk again to write urgently.
When night came, Amosta stood on the third floor. 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 delicious 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 the severe cold, The weather will continue for another two or three months, so the elves have 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, ink and other utensils and arranged them neatly, and then placed himself and Felina A photo of grandma is placed in the upper right corner of the desk. In the photo, Amosta is much younger than he is now. It was taken with Felina in the photo studio opposite the orphanage during the summer vacation of fourth grade and before the start of fifth grade.
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