() "Yes, you did say that you can help us solve our food problems ..." Aragog sank, "So ... there is another reason-the black wizard's head has come to me."

At the deepest level of the spider's lair, Aragog and its first blood-transformed children were all around Maca. They all stared at Maca quietly, listening to Maca's conversation with their father.

Behind Alagok, the leader of the incident was hiding in the shadows, and it seemed that he had not thought of going out to face Maca from the beginning.

"Which head?" Maca asked after hearing Alagok's words.

"What he claims to be the" Dark Lord "..." Aragog said, "It's a powerful dark force that we can hardly resist ... yes, he has a familiar taste ..."

"Smell of snakes?" Maca responded immediately.

"Yes, that's right ..." Aragog replied softly. "The blood of the Basilisk makes us feel a breath of the same kind ... dark, wet ... hissing ..."

"Then what? He wants you and your children to attack Hogwarts?" Marka asked lightly.

"He promised me that after he succeeds, he will give us endless flesh--" Aragog's tone became a bit cruel, as if there was some kind of viciousness burning in it, "Delicious ... ... human ... flesh ... "

"Is it clear that I have enough intelligence, but I still can't suppress the temptation of instinct?" Maca stared at Alagok for a while, then shook her head, "But what makes you think he will succeed?"

"Because ..." Aragog murmured. "You will come to me."

At the moment when this sentence was spoken from its mouth, a large amount of black gas rushed in from the hole behind the maca, and those black gas were tumbling and swirling ... turning into a large number of figures wrapped in black smoke. .

Almost at the same time, the strange black gas suddenly erupted from Aragog and its children, and the original gray spider eyes became dark again.

"Because ..." Aragog continued, "We have more power!"

The words didn't end, and the dozens of fearless black deaths and the giant spiders, wrapped in rich black gas, rushed towards the maca standing in the middle.

"boom!"

Maca's eyes narrowed slightly, her face was beaten heavily on the ground with a cold face, and a rune on top of the staff flashed suddenly. All of a sudden, a splash of ice blue spread from his body, and the cold air covered the huge cave with a frost in a blink of an eye.

All the spiders and the black dead, along with the black gas spreading on them, were fixed on the way.

"Aragog, let me ask you one last sentence—" Marka said calmly, "what do you think brought you up? Whose life do you belong to?"

"Huh ..." Aragog's body was full of blackness, and as one of his long legs stepped forward, the frost covered with his body shattered. Hagrid! But ... "

It paused, and growled coldly: "But what about that? He just treats me as a pet, and you-Marka McLean! Only treat me as an experiment! But Yes, no one is wrong-because in the end, everything will become food! The weak ... the food of the strong! ''

The eight-eyed giant spider obeys instinct from beginning to end, and even the dead companion will be reduced to fruit. No matter how close their wisdom is to human beings, from the beginning, the idea alone is completely different.

"Is it ..." Maca chuckled, "It's rare that I still look forward to the emotional bond between you and Hagrid, really ... you can't call me too disappointed."

"Click-"

The frost shells of the other spiders and the Black Death appeared cracks one after another, and the black gas leaked out from inside, slowly turning into a pulsating black flame.

Looking at these familiar black flames, Maca raised her eyebrows.

"Is the Black Dead more powerful?" He watched calmly, as if he was not too concerned about the forthcoming attack. "Voldemort's situation is really worrying!"

"Wow--"

Countless shards of **** scattered and splashed, and the enemies rushed to Maca like a tide, and the illusion of black flames rolled and leaped, as if they had their own will.

On the ground are a large number of black-eyed giant spiders, and in the air are dozens of black dead. No matter which side, no fear or shrinkage will be caused by death.

"You have no chance!" Aragog yelled in his thick voice, "My children, countless!"

It's true, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he will eventually exhaust himself when he meets his enemies. Even though Maca's magical powers are amazing, he may run out of magical powers.

And at the last moment, the children of Alagok will drown him relentlessly.

But Maca didn't bother with his words, only to see him holding up his staff high, and several blue and white beams shot from above the rune and swept across Maca's body.

Both the eight-eyed giant spider and the black dead who rushed to the front were all black flames, and they fell to the ground and broke into a moraine.

The spiders behind them were blocked one by one, and the speed of the forward rush was slowed down immediately.

Maca said nothing, the beam of light swept through the air again. This time, the beam of light was more than one circle thicker than before, and the intensity was significantly better. The Black Death who flew from the air was killed in a single blow.

Of course, this kind of attack is unavoidable and the magic power is huge. He obviously cannot use it all the time.

But at this moment, Maca frowned slightly, as if he suddenly noticed something, and looked back at the hole behind him.

It was this "at a glance" that focused his attention, which made him feel a blast of magic rushing out of the hole.

Even when Macathan waved his staff with his backhand, the magic power turned into a sharp blade and flew out of his staff at high speed, blasting toward the magic power that was about to disappear within his perception range.

"……Well."

A moan murmured from the darkness, and then the magic was out of Maca's perception.

"... Sorcas?"

He put the idea aside for a while, then turned his head again to Alagok. At the same time, he drew his left hand around his waist and took out a small test tube with an oak plug.

"I'll give you a ride instead of Hagrid!" His eyes crossed a large number of spider hairs and looked coldly at Alagok, who was still at the end. "You should be glad, at least I have adopted Some of your children. "

The surrounding spiders had already swarmed to his side, ran ahead and even raised the giant chews in front of him, and the closed mouthparts were shining with dark green venom.

The maca who could be surrounded did not show any signs of moving.

But he saw that the test tube in his hand suddenly broke apart, and the liquid in it immediately evaporated completely as soon as it contacted the air.

At the next moment, the small and large spiders around Maca had collapsed weakly since the lap closest to him, and for a while his ears were rumbled to the ground.

"That's ... what ... East ..." Aragog could no longer support his own body, and his feeling of weakness spread throughout his body. He could even feel that his life was losing a little bit.

"Don't you think I'm just treating you as an experiment?" Maca tossed the broken test tube in her hand, expressing expressionlessly, "... I hope my behavior will satisfy you."

"You—" Aragog twitched suddenly, and a large amount of green foam filled the huge mouthpiece. "Sure enough ... the blood of the natural enemy ... I hate it ..."

"……is it?"

Marka said lightly, then turned around and walked out. The wand in his hand waved gently, and a strong wind rose silently, circulating in the cave, and then violently blew out of the cave.

The creature transformed by himself is betrayed, and how can he make such a low-level mistake?

From the moment he first formulated the bloodline transformation plan, he had already planned to stay behind. In the bloodline transformation, the difficulty is much simpler than the perfect transformation.

But to be honest, he didn't want to let this backhand come in handy one day.

In his impression, although Alagok was fierce, he was grateful to Hagrid, who raised him and saved his life. And Hagrid also had a deep feeling for this little spider who had lived in the kitchen cabinet of Hogwarts.

In this way, according to the habits of the eight-eyed giant spider, the Alagok tribe in the forbidden forest must absolutely not exist. Because these guys often eat the same kind, and the transformed individuals are obviously more fierce. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com

While thinking, Maca avoided the large and small spiders walking on the ground. The magic book in her hand was about to be thrown forward, only to find a fluttering sound behind her.

"... sorry ... Hagrid."

He turned his head back suddenly, the fluorescent light on the staff suddenly lighted, but saw the four pairs of spider eyes of Alagok once again occupied by the gray color. Judging by the last sentence of "sorry", the previous behavior is obviously somewhat contradictory.

In doubt, Maca seemed to remember something. But he saw his wand straight forward, and a black shadow of a skull swept straight towards Aragok's body.

Immediately, a spider's soul, which was constantly eating away by inexplicable forces, was expelled from the body.

"It seems that the previous research is correct. Is the target of the Bewitching Soul really the soul?" Seeing that soul became a little broken, Maca frowned and lost in thought.

"... Correct, it's the soul that evoked desire."