The person is at Hogwarts, but the system is in Middle-earth!

Chapter 85 Optimus Prime Prototype? A Giant Spider!

"How much longer do we have to walk?" Ron's voice trembled noticeably as he gripped the copper kettle tightly. "I think those spiders... they're getting bigger and bigger. I just saw one that was bigger than my head, and it looked like it was smiling at me."

"Don't stop, Sam." Rowe didn't turn around, using his frying pan to clear away the thorns blocking his path while cautiously scanning his surroundings. "We're approaching the core area. Haven't you noticed there aren't even any birds chirping around?"

This is the territory of the apex predator.

[WARNING: Entering a high-risk area]

[Map loading: Deep in the dark forest]

[Environmental Detection: Spider Web Density Increases by 300% / Air Toxicity Increases]

[Advice: Keep the light source on, do not look back, never look back]

Harry walked in the middle, his scars throbbing. He could sense something watching them in the darkness around them, and the feeling of being watched by countless eyes made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Suddenly, a strange roar shattered the silence of the forest. The sound was both mechanical and wild, like the roar of some wounded beast.

Two bright beams of light suddenly shot out from the bushes on the side, piercing the darkness and shining directly on them, so bright that they couldn't open their eyes.

"What is that—" Before Harry could even draw his wand, Rowe pushed him down into the bushes.

"Conceal! It's a mechanical behemoth! Or an orc siege engine!" Rowe roared.

With a sharp crack of breaking branches, a massive figure emerged from the shadows. Covered in mud and twigs, its paint peeled off, revealing rusty metal, and its two rearview mirrors drooped, it looked like a wild boar that had just rolled around in the mud.

"That's...that's my car!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief, his voice filled with the excitement of seeing a long-lost relative. "That's a Ford Anglia!"

Mr. Weasley's Ford Anglia stopped in front of them, its engine whirring as if it were breathing. The headlights blinked, like blinking. Its windshield wipers swung, as if in greeting.

Biometrics: A Roaming Mechanical Beast

[Race: Wild Magic Construct/Wild Horse of the Forest]

[Status: Return to Wildness/Awakening of Free Will]

[Comment: Is this the legendary prototype of "Optimus Prime"?]

"It's saying hello." Rowe slowly stood up, tentatively extending a hand as if stroking a frightened horse. "It seems to have adapted to the ecology here and has completely reverted to its wild nature. Look at its safety bar; there are even dried bloodstains on it—it looks like it's killed quite a few goblins."

The flying car honked its horn at Ron, the sound crisp and cheerful, then suddenly turned around, spewing out a plume of black smoke from its exhaust pipe, and disappeared into the dark depths of the forest like a wild horse.

"It...it just left like that?" Ron stared blankly in the direction the car had disappeared, feeling a little lost.

"It belongs to this forest now." Rowe withdrew his gaze, a hint of philosophy in his tone. "Just like Shadow Swift belongs to the grasslands. Don't expect it to take us for a ride unless we can tame it. But there's no time for Need for Speed ​​right now."

“I’m more worried about what’s ahead than taming a car.” Harry’s voice suddenly tightened, and he raised his wand. “Listen.”

A series of "click-clack" sounds came from all directions, like countless scissors opening and closing.

Luo Wei suddenly turned his head.

That scene was enough to make any person with trypophobia faint on the spot.

Countless spiders, large and small, surged in from all directions like a black tide. Behind these small spiders, several enormous black shadows moved swiftly between the tree trunks. Each of them was as large as a carriage, its eight long, hairy legs tapping against the tree trunks, its compound eyes gleaming greedily in the darkness.

"Merlin's beard..." Ron's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. The color drained from his face instantly. "This is a nightmare...this is hell..."

[Alert: Ambush!]

[Enemy Unit: Shiro's Offspring]

[Quantity: Countless / Your math teacher would cry]

[Advice: Run? No, you can't outrun them. Prepare for a fight to the death.]

"Back to back!" Rowe roared, grabbing a terrified Ron and shoving him towards Harry. "Don't expose your back to them! That's their favorite angle to attack! Triangle formation! Defensive stance!"

The three quickly formed a small circle, with Ya Ya tucking its tail between them and whimpering. Clearly, it was impossible to expect it to fight.

"So many... everywhere..." Ron waved his brass kettle, his voice trembling with tears, looking both comical and desperate. "I'm going to be eaten! We're going to be spider dinner! I haven't even written a will for Ginny yet!"

"Shut up, Sam!" The luminous bottle in Rowe's hand erupted with an even brighter light. Like a night watchman holding a torch, he stared intently at the monsters trying to approach. "As long as we have light, they won't dare come near! This is the Light of Elandil, the nemesis of all dark creatures! Let them taste the light!"

A slightly smaller giant spider (about the size of a wolfhound) tentatively lunged at Rowe, its mouthparts open, revealing fangs dripping with venom, attempting to bite through Rowe's throat.

"Go back! You filthy creature!"

Rowe didn't back down; instead, he charged at it. He swung the frying pan in his left hand, and with a whoosh, the wolf slammed it down hard on the spider's head.

"when--!"

The spider let out a sharp hiss and was knocked to the ground by the powerful blow. Its eight legs twitched in pain, and green sap splattered all over the ground.

[Combat Log: Pan Shield Bash Hits a Critical Spot]

[Damage dealt: Physical critical hit + stun effect + mental insult]

[Luo Wei complains: This feels way better than swatting cockroaches. Who says kitchen utensils can't kill enemies?]

"See that?" Rowe gasped, his eyes burning with fervor, his adrenaline surging. "They're made of flesh too! They feel pain! They bleed! As long as they have health bars, we can kill them!"

However, more spiders swarmed in. They seemed enraged by their companion's injury, emitting even more intense clicking sounds, and the encirclement rapidly tightened.

"Love, that's too much!" Harry exclaimed, wand raised, but he didn't know which spell to use. Expelliarmus?

Would it work on spiders? They'd just collapse? Their shells are too hard!

"Get that ready!" Rowe shouted, his hand reaching inside his robes where his final trump card lay. "When I count to three, throw everything you're holding! Anything that will hurt them! Smash their eyes with the copper kettle!"

Just then, a deep, aged, and majestic voice came from the deepest part of the darkness, instantly silencing all the spiders, as if they had heard an imperial edict.

"Who...is there?"

The sound was like a rumbling from deep underground, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Spiders parted to the sides like a tide, making way for a passage.

Lowe squinted at the colossal creature that emerged from the shadows. It was a moving mountain, the embodiment of all nightmares. Its body was covered in grayish-white bristles, and its eight eyes were cloudy and white, marks of time and symbols of blindness.

[Boss Encounter: Aragog]

[Title: Blind King / Direct Descendant of Shiro / Lord of the Forbidden Forest]

[Rank: ??? (Skull-level)]

[Danger Level: Extremely Lethal]

Special Skills: Summon Offspring, Venomous Spray, Mental Pressure

"Is that Hagrid?" the giant spider asked, its claws flailing in the air with a clicking sound. "Hagrid... have you come?"

Harry tried to speak, but his throat felt blocked.

Lowe took a deep breath and pulled a glass bottle from his pocket. It was a bottle of high-concentration alcohol that he had obtained from Snape's storeroom. He added a rag to it, and it became a makeshift Molotov cocktail.

"Looks like we've found the real culprit." Rowe gripped the Molotov cocktail in one hand, a match poised to strike in the other. "Welcome to Cyrus Ungo, hobbits. The real judgment is only just beginning. Are you ready to face Shiro?"