Chapter 300 The Battle And The Nightmare
Evan knew he had to hurry and ordered Buckbeak to fly swiftly.
Those Acromantulas posed no great challenge. But when other arachnids gathered in the area, saving Malfoy and Crabbe became as likely as pigs flying.
Evan no longer thought about holding back. He was ready to employ every ounce of his newly acquired power and knowledge.
He quickly incanted his spell, and from the tip of his wand came a brilliant silver light. Casting spells non-stop, each one vanquishing an Acromantula.
Thanks to his precious magical collection brought from the Black family residence and his hard work over the past months, Evan was now fully equipped to face the common Acromantulas. This was quite surprising, as the last time he was there, he struggled greatly against the Acromantulas, even depleting all his magic.
The rapid pace of his strength evolution was quite gratifying to him, and he was even somewhat surprised himself. He swiftly ended the lives of the Acromantulas, having several powerful magics at his disposal yet unused, not to mention the taboo dark magic he mastered.
Nevertheless, he knew he had gained a significant advantage.
It was not a fair fight. Now he only needed to consider the offense rather than defend and dodge the opponent's attacks.
Riding Buckbeak in the air allowed Evan to ignore all the Acromantulas' attacks, as they couldn't touch them at all.
To him, they were now simply a group of moving targets.
These Acromantulas could serve to refine his spellcasting skills. If he didn't consider Malfoy and Crabbe's safety, he would truly be ruthless.
However, if everyone hid, Evan would have no choice but to descend to the ground and face them, thus completely losing his current advantage.
As Evan felt more comfortable in battle, Malfoy, gripped by the Acromantulas and hidden behind them, watched him intriguingly.
It seemed that he finally recognized the gap between him and his opponent.
Speculation and discussion about Evan's true strength had always been a hot topic in the castle.
He was just a second-year student and came from Muggle parents. He had no contact with magic before coming to Hogwarts. He should not be so powerful.
But when remembering Evan's past achievements, especially against the basilisk and capturing Peter Pettigrew alone, no one dared to underestimate him.
For talented wizards, strength is not always tied to age.
There weren't many opportunities for Evan to openly use magic and showcase his strength at school, but he always left a deep impression on everyone.
After several discussions, whether they liked it or not, everyone had to acknowledge that Evan was the most outstanding genius Hogwarts had seen in recent years.
It was generally believed within Slytherin that his strength should be comparable to more seasoned wizards who had passed the Ordinary Wizarding Levels exam.
However, there were rumors that Evan's strength was growing so rapidly because he studied dark magic, which could be taboo and bad news for other young wizards.
But for Slytherin students, this was not a serious issue. Many Slytherins secretly studied the Dark Arts.
Precisely because of this, he was highly regarded. If it weren't for Evan's Muggle origins, some people would have joined him.
In many ancient wizarding traditions of pureblood wizards, magic is power; power and influence often complement each other.
The internal opinions of Slytherin about Evan had always been conflicting, with voices of solicitation, suppression, and support.
No one was willing to offend a future rising star, especially the shrewd Slytherins.
Malfoy had been a staunch advocate of suppressing Evan and argued for treating Evan as if he were Harry, the so-called Savior.
But since the ambush that night, he had changed his mind.
Evan's magic, which aimed directly at the deepest part of his soul, had a great influence on him.
Since then, he had been afraid of Evan.
Although he had greatly overestimated Evan's magical power, judging by the current situation, he continued to underestimate it. Being able to suppress more than a dozen Acromantulas at the same time, Evan's true strength far surpassed the level of magic that Hogwarts students were supposed to have.
Now, seeing Evan in the sky fighting like a god of war, and thinking again about that pulsating magic, Malfoy felt not fear but hope for salvation.
"Help! Help!" He shouted and waved his arms, completely ignoring that he had just been bitten by the Acromantula.
Although he still had doubts in his heart, wondering why Evan was so powerful.
But now Malfoy had no time to explore the source of Evan's magic.
On the contrary, he hoped that Evan would become stronger and better because that would directly affect his life.
While Malfoy was so hopeful, the Acromantulas also recognized Evan, who was sitting on the back of the Hippogriff, and they recognized him as the God of Death from a few months ago.
A few months ago, the great fire killed an unknown number of Acromantulas.
They burned with a deep-seated hatred towards Evan, but they also feared death.
Click, click, click...
The large pincers of the lead Acromantula clicked violently, signaling to all to retreat. They had already seen that they were not enemies of Evan at all, and it made no sense to stay there, not to mention that they couldn't even attack him at all.
Upon receiving the order, the Acromantulas no longer tangled with Evan; they quickly retreated and fled, their eight hairy legs dancing at top speed.
"No, no, stop, monsters!" Crabbe shouted. "Save me, save me!"
He fought with all his might and slowed the Acromantula's speed.
A moment later, Buckbeak flew towards them with Evan. A red light appeared; the Acromantula clutching Crabbe let go, flying backwards.
Crabbe lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and Evan didn't stop. A rope shot out from the end of his wand and tied him to Buckbeak.
Amid Crabbe's cries, the Hippogriff carried them to Malfoy and flew overhead, looking very peculiar.
Malfoy had planned to fight like Crabbe to buy time for Evan.
But he felt a weakness in the wound where the Acromantula had bitten him on the arm. He had no strength to fight at all. He could only see himself being carried towards the huge slope in the center.
The fog was thick on the slope, and Malfoy only felt himself being quickly lowered and rubbed against the sandy ground, leaving his body marked.
A few seconds later, the warm milky mist cleared before his eyes. They opened wide, horrified to see a huge spider web covered in bloody corpses.
The Centaur's corpse on top was the most striking. Its stomach had been torn open by the Acromantulas. The flesh inside had been emptied, leaving only skin and bones, densely covered with repulsive worms.
The empty eye sockets of the Centaur were staring at Malfoy, and several tiny spiders shot out from within.
Not prepared for such a shocking scene, he was frightened to tears.
For him, for anyone, this was an absolute nightmare!