Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 313: The Eight-Eyed Giant Spider

Verifying Godlow's words is not difficult; he specifically mentioned:
“Dark magic creatures possess a cruel instinct, which stems from a wizard’s extreme beliefs.”

Wizards wielding elder wands can more easily read the malice hidden deep within their souls… and master it.

This means that Sheen can verify this malice through the perception of the Void Rune Path, just like Tom...

In the corridor, Sheen suddenly paused.
Malice, Voldemort...

The malice possessed by dark magic creatures is a manifestation of the wizard's extremely twisted beliefs, so what about Voldemort...?

"He has almost no humanity left..."

That's why he was both cruel and powerful.

Sheen muttered to himself, recalling his centaur teacher's words, which unknowingly corroborated Godroth's theory.

……

Sheen went for another nighttime stroll, with Mrs. Lorris perched on his shoulder to keep him company all the way. She nuzzled the back of his neck before disappearing into the depths of the corridor.

So, Sheen slowly walked into the lawn and into the Forbidden Forest.

I walked for about twenty minutes by the light of the wand, and there was no other sound except for the sound of branches breaking and leaves rustling.

Then the trees grew even denser, and the stars overhead disappeared from sight. Sheen's wand gleamed alone in the boundless darkness.

Regardless of whether Godroth's theory was correct, dark magic was clearly a shortcut, but a voice inside Sheen kept telling him:

The most difficult and winding road is often the shortest one.

In the forbidden forest.

Low branches and thorns often snagged on the wizard's robes; Hagrid's robes were often torn like this. But as Sheen walked, the branches and thorns along the way seemed to be under a spell, slowly shrinking back.

Then, Sheen noticed that something seemed to have appeared on the road.

Sheen placed the Basilisk deep within the Forbidden Forest, just outside the forest trails. And the Forbidden Forest was not exactly safe outside the forest trails and outside Hagrid's patrol routes.

Sheen heard something large cutting a path through the bushes, breaking countless branches, some distance to his right.

"Lumos. (Fluorescent flash.)"

Sheen raised his wand, and a bright light enveloped the area.

He saw it; it was a spider.

Unlike the small spiders that scurried across the cellar, each one was as big as a Thestral pulling a cart, with eight eyes and eight legs, dark and hairy, like enormous creatures.

A giant spider descended the steep slope and headed toward a misty, hemispherical spiderweb in the center of a depression in front of it, surrounded by its companions.

They moved their large claws, making a series of clicking sounds.

Eight-eyed giant spider?

Why are you here?

When did they build their nest here?
Sheen frowned; this wouldn't do.

The creatures in the Forbidden Forest all have their own territories, and Sheen clearly remembers that this was the territory of the centaurs.

"You shouldn't be here."

Sheen held up his wand and said.

This was the first time he had ever seen so many eight-eyed giant spiders, but his expression remained calm, and even his tone was as still as a lake.

Aragog!

A giant eight-eyed spider shouted,
Aragog!

From the misty, hemispherical spider web, a spider the size of a small elephant slowly emerged.

Its body and legs were black with gray undertones, and each eye on its ugly head with large claws was covered with a layer of white film.

It is blind.

"what happened?"

It said, "Click, click," and its two large claws moved rapidly.

"The person from the Forbidden Forest."

"That's what the spider from before said."

Is that Hagrid?

Aragok spoke, moving closer, his eight milky-white eyes staring blankly into the distance.

"It's Sheehan Green."

Sheehan said. Hagrid told Sheehan that he and all the creatures of the Forbidden Forest had mentioned his name.

“Kill him,”

Aragok seemed agitated, clicking his tongue.
"I was sleeping... Oh no, you're Hagrid's friend?"

Aragok hesitated.

Sheen silently observed the group of eight-eyed giant spiders. The empty rune allowed him to sense their utter malice, which was no different from Tom's.

He sighed. Sure enough, these dark magic creatures were the product of the wizard's distorted beliefs.

That's why they possess such brutal and cruel magical abilities, such as the Dementors' ability to drain happiness and the Basilisk's ability to kill creatures with its eyes.

These clearly fall under the category of magic.

"Hagrid never sent anyone to our depression before."

It said slowly.

"This is the territory of the centaur tribe."

Sheen stared at it.

“The monster from the castle has appeared around our territory… We have no choice but to leave.”

Aragok said.

"..."

Sheen remained silent.

“You can go back. It will wake up tonight and leave.”

Sheen reminded him.

"No! No! It's awake!"

Aragok screamed in terror.
"Are we going to our deaths?!"

"..."

Sheen silently prepared to leave; it seemed the basilisk had caused some impact on the Forbidden Forest's ecosystem.

He needs to deal with it as soon as possible.

"Are you going?"

Aragok spoke slowly, the clicking sounds grew louder, and the rustling sounds became more frequent, as if the spiders were gathering around.

“I think it’s not advisable… My children obeyed my orders and did not harm Hagrid. But fresh human flesh has been delivered to their doorstep, and I cannot stop them from enjoying it. Farewell, Hagrid’s friend…”

Sheen looked up and saw, a few steps away, high above him, a solid, towering wall of spiders, their large pincers clicking incessantly, and many eyes gleaming on their ugly black heads…

There are many of them...

"Bai Yi".

Sheen called out, and within seconds a silvery-white owl appeared in the thick, inky black sky and landed on Sheen's shoulder.

It seems he needs to start preparing the eight-eyed giant spider cookies ahead of time.

A massive burst of flame erupted from Sheen's wand, engulfing Sheen and forming a small sea of ​​fire.

Faith...

Sheen thought to himself,

Ritual magic strengthens a wizard's beliefs; it is the concrete manifestation of wizarding magic.

Faith, perhaps, is the soul of a wizard, defining both black and white wizards.

After discarding dark and distracting thoughts, the sea of ​​fire actually expanded.
Sheen waved his wand, his eyes blazing with fire.

[You have practiced a magical transformation at the master level, master proficiency +300]

The flames roared and surged, sweeping across the entire forest with Sheen's unstoppable will.

"It's you! It's you! The wizard who caused the earthquake!"

Aragog's legs trembled, a large number of its offspring were burned to a crisp, and the sea of ​​fire was more endless than the swarm of spiders.

They frantically tried to escape, but a huge creature with glasses and closed eyes appeared behind them.

　Tomorrow at dawn

　　
　
(End of this chapter)