some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1032 The Resurrected Tom

From a certain point of view, William did not lie, the Forbidden Forest was really safe.

There is Hogwarts in the east, the centaur tribe in the west, the giant army in the north, and the acromantula in the south... There is also a cute three-headed dog Lu Wei squatting in the middle.

After seven years of operation, most of this forest is really about to become William's back garden.

Not so with Professor Slughorn.

At least since he entered school when he was a child, he knew that this forest was really dangerous.

"William, do you have to come to the Forbidden Forest? I still think it's safer to be buried in Hagrid's pumpkin patch."

Even though he had already entered the Forbidden Forest, Slughorn still did not give up, trying to make a final struggle.

"The fire dragon Noble has been buried there." William explained in a low voice:

"Aragok doesn't like dragons, so don't let them be neighbors after death."

In the Paris incident that year, Noble was petrified by the basilisk, fell from the sky, and fell to pieces.

William took the dragon's body away and did magic research, but the dragon's horn was given to Hagrid as a tomb.

But this reason is really outrageous. Slughorn scratched his head and said:

"I heard that the Forbidden Forest has a lot of acromantids. It's not particularly safe. There are other dangerous magical creatures..."

"It's okay, I'm here." William comforted. "Come one, I'll kill one."

Slughorn wanted to leave, but he was so far into it that it would be foolish to go back now.

Since you can't go back, let's take the opportunity to collect some venom, after all, it will be buried soon.

Anyway, the bold are supported to death, and the timid are starved to death.

What's more, he really believed in William's strength.

He walked towards Aragog's body, his body clanging, the sound of bottles slamming.

Old Aragog was dead, with eight milky eyes, staring blankly at the sky.

It was placed on a wooden cart, pulled by a nine-headed giant spider, like a nine-dragon pulling a coffin.

Slughorn bent down in front of Da'ao, as if he was inspecting that hairy head, but in fact he had already quietly taken out a lot of bottles.

William saw this scene and didn't stop it.

Without a lot of benefits, how could Slughorn follow him to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The three of them went deep all the way, and finally came to a canyon. A hole had already been dug in the ground, and there was a tombstone.

"Now... let's start the funeral?" William said standing in front of the tombstone.

Hagrid nodded, stepped forward, dragged the giant spider, roared, and rolled it into the black pit.There was a terrible crunching noise as the body hit the bottom of the pit.

Hagrid was crying again.

He was the only sad person in the scene.

Needless to say, Slughorn, he was originally here for the acromantula venom;

As for William... Aragog probably hated him.

Over the years, William has been enslaving the group and raising them with that basilisk.

Aragog had always wanted to migrate the Clan away from William.

It's a pity... because of Akali's deliberate propaganda, everyone outside is hunting acromantulas, this magical creature full of treasures.

It's safer to stay here instead.

Seeing that Hagrid was crying so hard, Slughorn walked over and patted his elbow.

"Of course, you can't bear it, because you know him best. But let me say a few words, say a few condolences, so that he can go away with peace of mind."

Hagrid wiped his nose with a handkerchief, then nodded.

Satisfied that he had collected a good deal of venom, Slughorn, in his mood, said in a slow, solemn tone:
"For in his goodness and good will Death let Aragog, our king of spiders, lay down the burdens of this life, and we kindly lowered him into the earth.

He was dust, and he is still dust.

We know that all the breath of life is in the hands of the eternal and loving death.

And he will promise eternal life to..."

click click~

A strange sound suddenly interrupted Slughorn's condolences.

A group of huge giant eight-eyed spiders rushed out from the rocks on both sides, and they also sprayed out spider silk.

Slughorn was taken aback. He didn't know what the acromantula wanted to do, but he became vigilant.

Although he is old, he still has the reaction, otherwise he would not be able to avoid the Death Eaters for a year.

Slughorn instinctively raised his wand and cast a spell.

But where the light passes, the spider web keeps breaking.It draws a little, and then snaps back like a drawn bowstring.

It took Slughorn three spells in succession to cut some of the threads with difficulty.

But more huge nets that are tightly stitched have fallen neatly, and each thread is as thick as a rope.

The acromantula flicked its black sting violently, and before Slughorn could react, he found himself hanging face down in mid-air.

He struggled, terrified, and wanted to ask other people for help.

But turning his head, he found that Hagrid was also wrapped into a dumpling.

Slughorn also heard William casting spells to keep the giant spiders at bay.

"William, save me!" he yelled.

It was because he believed in William's strength that he went deep into the Forbidden Forest.

But William seemed to be entangled by the acromantula and couldn't come to rescue him.

Slughorn was dragged like this, and ran out of the valley.

He yelled in horror, and the wand fell to the ground during the tug just now.

Slughorn was tempted to Apparate and escape, and the acromantula suddenly poked out its bizarre, hairy legs.

There was a pair of shiny black stings on it, and the toxin was injected into his neck.

Slughorn suddenly went limp.

Ruined……

He knows better than anyone else how powerful the acromantula's poison is. If he doesn't take the antidote immediately... he will die soon.

The group of spiders kept dragging the fat old man towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Slughorn felt that his vision was blurring. He forced himself to cheer up and found that he had come to the edge of a wide depression.

The hollow was cleared of trees, and the stars illuminated the most terrifying sight he had ever seen:

Countless giant eight-eyed spiders all knelt down on the ground, crawling towards something in the middle, shivering.

The acromantula descended the steep slope toward a misty, hemispherical web in the center of the hollow.

Slughorn soon learned what the spiders were afraid of.

A five or six meter long boa constrictor, the whole body is green and glowing with the unique brilliance of poisonous snakes, its body is as thick as the trunk of an oak tree.

It raised its upper half high into the air, and stared at Slughorn with its large flat head.

— Basilisk.

Slughorn hastily avoided looking at the basilisk.

But fortunately, the giant monster's eyes were blocked by the black cloth.

And on the head of the basilisk, stood a young wizard.

Slughorn moved his gaze upwards, and when he saw the not-so-familiar yet very strange figure, his face turned pale as if struck by lightning, and his body began to tremble violently involuntarily.

It was a slender figure, about 16 years old, with black shiny hair, extremely handsome.

The young wizard played with a wand between his slender fingers, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Slughorn, long time no see... almost 50 years?"

Slughorn's breathing became more and more rapid, and he murmured:
"Tom...Riddle?!"

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(End of this chapter)