Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire forbidden forest seemed to awaken.

A dense, overwhelming crawling sound filled the air as countless dark figures swarmed out from the bushes, burrows, and shadows of the trees.

One after another, giant eight-eyed spiders, each the size of a calf, coiled and charged out. Their dark red compound eyes gleamed with a frenzied light in the darkness, their chelicerae opening and closing and colliding incessantly, and thick saliva dripped continuously onto the ground.

The special aura emitted by the liquid had a powerful bewitching effect, disrupting the spiders' rationality and causing them to enter a state of indiscriminate berserk rage.

The closest giant spiders locked onto the location with the strongest aura and frantically pounced on the fake Hagrid, completely ignoring everything around them and determined to tear the living creature in front of them to shreds.

At this moment, the calmness and indifference on the fake Hagrid's face collapsed, replaced by shock and anger.

He never expected that the trump card he used to set up the plan would ultimately backfire and cause an uncontrollable mess.

He frantically raised his hand, trying to take off his heavy coat stained with medicine, but the ties on his clothes were tangled and intertwined, making it even harder to untangle them the more anxious he became.

The haphazard pulling only caused the black liquid to spread further, soaking into even more of the clothing.

In desperation, he immediately raised his hand and waved his wand, casting a series of cleansing spells in an attempt to remove the strange liquid from his body, but all the spells had little effect.

The medicine had adhered firmly to the surface of the clothing and was difficult to remove.

Puni could clearly see that, with the activation of magic and the corrosive effects of the medicine, the other person's appearance was rapidly changing.

His once fluffy long hair continued to shorten, his rough and deep voice became thin and sharp, and Hagrid's iconic physical features were rapidly fading, his disguise on the verge of failure.

Ronan also keenly sensed the abnormality of the other side, and immediately raised his hand to signal all the centaurs to slowly move towards the side tree trunk, shrink their formation, and avoid being divided and surrounded by the raging spider swarm.

The spider swarm continued to tighten its encirclement, and its numbers kept increasing.

The centaurs tried to stop the charging giant spiders with arrows, but they were unable to stop their charge. The pull of the special aura made these monsters lose their fear.

"Get out of here! You filthy beasts!"

Enraged, the fake Hagrid roared and brandished his wand rapidly, unleashing a barrage of offensive spells.

Blinding red and green beams of light exploded continuously, each spell hitting its target, blasting the charging giant spider into dust and burning it to charcoal.

The powerful, wide-range magical suppression forced the nearby centaurs to retreat temporarily, hiding behind tree trunks to avoid being accidentally injured.

In the center of the open space, the once imposing figure was shrinking and becoming smaller, its outline constantly changing, its disguise crumbling.

Yet the wand in his hand still possessed tremendous power, its powerful attack magic continuously clearing away the spider waves surrounding him.

He attempted to use his overwhelming magical power to intimidate the beast horde and force back these crazed monsters.

But the number of spiders is endless; as soon as one batch is killed, another batch immediately follows, without stopping.

He could only frantically tear at his clothes, trying to get rid of the medicine-stained coat, while continuously casting area-of-effect spells to clear away the surrounding threats.

The eerie aura that spreads wider and wider has driven the spiders in the open area into a frenzy, unleashing an indiscriminate attack mode that frantically kills all living things in the area, including its own kind.

The ferocious eight-eyed giant spider constantly shifted its limbs, its sharp fangs covered in murky venom and sticky secretions, making it extremely dangerous.

Chapter 138 The Death of Professor Calder

The centaur team has already adopted a defensive posture, with all members steadily retreating to the edge of the open area. Most of the centaurs are facing the chaotic battle in the arena, while the remaining centaurs are positioned to guard the woodland behind them, on guard against any sudden sneak attacks from the shadows.

Puni raised his hand and waved his wand lightly, trying to control the remaining stone statue to continue restraining the imposter in the center, but the heavy blow just now had almost exhausted all the stone statue's magic power.

The stone body shook violently several times, lost its support, and collapsed to the ground with a crash, shattering into scattered rubble and losing its combat capability.

Puni's gaze remained fixed on the struggling figure in the center of the fire, never wavering for a moment.

He turned to look at Ronan beside him and said, "It seems you noticed my secret distress signal in time."

Ronan's chest rose and fell slightly, his breathing tense on the eve of a fierce battle. His expression was solemn and low, his longbow aimed at the figure in the firelight, his posture not daring to relax in the slightest.

"Lighting an open fire within the Forbidden Forest is an extremely reckless act. We were able to detect the disturbance immediately because we have been patrolling this area continuously recently." Ronan warned solemnly, "Fire is the greatest enemy of this forest, and the intense burning is disturbing the life of the entire forest."

“This isn’t the real Hagrid, you don’t need to worry.” Puni kept a close eye on his opponent’s every move. As soon as the opponent showed any sign of gathering power to cast a spell, he would immediately interrupt him. “He will definitely not be able to escape today.”

“The celestial trajectories had already foreshadowed the crisis. I am not afraid of this person; the real problem is this group of out-of-control spiders.” As soon as Ronan finished speaking, the situation in the arena deteriorated.

Several irrational eight-eyed giant spiders forcefully broke through layers of fire walls, their bodies charred and damaged by the open flames, yet they showed no sign of retreating.

The intense burning pain shattered their last remaining instinctive fear, leaving only pure destructive desire in their crimson compound eyes, as they charged straight at the centaur's defensive formation.

The centaurs' defensive pressure has increased dramatically, and ranged archers can no longer keep up with the spiders' charging speed.

The centaur warriors in the front row immediately abandoned their ranged attacks and switched to close-quarters combat, relying on their strong bodies and powerful limbs to fight.

They wielded their longbows to strike the spiders that approached them, while simultaneously kicking at the monsters that slithered down from the ground, thus solidifying their defensive line.

What began as a long-range standoff turned into a dangerous and brutal close-quarters melee.

Puni was also surrounded and in danger. Several spiders, attracted by the scent of life, circled around from behind and surrounded him from different directions.

His back was pressed tightly against the thick tree trunk, eliminating the risk of a sneak attack from behind, but also cutting off his retreat and leaving him in a predicament of being attacked from three sides.

Two spells were released in succession: one repelled the spider that rushed at them head-on, and the other temporarily restrained the limbs of the monster on the side.

But the third spider was already approaching at lightning speed. Its abdomen suddenly contracted, and it spat out a large clump of sticky spider silk, which covered Puni's entire body!

Puni rolled to the side, barely avoiding the impenetrable spider web.

Before he could even stand up and steady himself, the shadow of the giant spider loomed over him, and its pincers, reeking of decay, suddenly snapped open, slamming down towards his head.

Puni could clearly see the rough downy hairs on the surface of the chelicerae, as well as the remaining tissue residue in the crevices, and a pungent smell of blood and decay wafted over him.

He immediately raised his arm to gather strength, preparing to unleash a fire spell to severely injure the attacking monster at close range.

A sharp, piercing sound rang out as a powerful arrow shot out from the side, piercing the spider's open mouthparts, penetrating its fragile upper jawbone, and finally exiting through the back of its head, bringing with it a large amount of dark green, viscous fluid.

The spider, which had been charging forward wildly, moved stiffly, its body convulsing violently, emitting a hoarse, leaky hiss, before collapsing heavily to the ground, losing all vital signs.

Puni raised his hand and unleashed a series of fire spells, igniting the surrounding spiders and using the flames to clear away any remaining threats.

He turned his head to look in the direction from which the arrow had come, and just then he saw Ronan lowering his bow and arm.

The centaur warrior's bronze skin was covered in dust and stained with dark green spider fluid. His chest heaved violently, showing his exhaustion from the battle.

His gaze lingered briefly on Puni, carrying a hint of approval while simultaneously urging him to break free as soon as possible. He then turned and kicked away another spider that was approaching the front line.

"Hold the formation! Eliminate all these out-of-control monsters!" Ronan's roar pierced through the chaotic battlefield, constantly boosting the morale of his comrades.

Puni raised his wand again and threw himself into the melee.

He alternately cast various control and attack spells to continuously disrupt and slow down the spider's charge, creating space for the centaur warrior to kill it.

With his coordination and restraint, the scattered centaur formation gradually regrouped and rebuilt a solid defensive line.

At the same time, he rekindled the small flames in various places, using the fire walls to block some of the spiders that still retained a trace of instinct, thus temporarily halting the outer offensive.

The clearing in the woods had now become a brutal battlefield.

Countless spiders were tangled and intertwined, tearing and fighting each other, charging and crashing about in a chaotic manner, with no order whatsoever.

Amidst the chaotic battle, beams of magic flashed continuously. The imposter in the center of the arena never gave up the fight, maneuvering and weaving through the dense swarm of spiders.

He wielded his wand with practiced ease, each spell hitting its target, constantly repelling and annihilating the spiders that got close.

However, the number of monsters is endless; as soon as one wave is cleared out, the next wave immediately fills the gap.

The special medicinal scent clinging to the surface of his clothes was the core source that attracted the spiders to frantically surround him, keeping him at the center of the beast tide.

Puni secretly rejoiced that he had decisively smashed the other party's medicine bottle.

If this person is allowed to successfully use the drug and control the entire spider swarm, today's battle will inevitably spiral out of control, with unimaginable consequences.

The open space was a mess, with spider mutilations scattered everywhere and dark green fluids splattering all over the ground.

Broken arrows were scattered all over the ground, some lying intact, others deeply embedded in the spider's body.

The ground was covered with magical craters of varying sizes, and the soil around the craters was scorched black by the high temperature, leaving traces of a fierce battle everywhere.

The burning trees emitted billowing smoke, mixed with a heavy, putrid stench that filled the air and created a suffocating atmosphere.

After the centaur warriors fought valiantly to kill the last batch of spiders that broke through the fire wall, they finally had enough strength to stabilize the defensive line.

Puni was able to extricate himself and focus all his attention on the mysterious figure in the center of the arena.

He continuously cast spells to control the remaining spiders around him, drawing their attacks towards the center of the battlefield to constantly interfere with and restrain the imposter, prompting the imposter to frequently utter angry shouts.

Obscured by thick smoke and the chaotic battle, Hagrid's perfectly replicated face gradually began to reveal its flaws.

Beneath the rugged camouflage, a sharp, slender jawline was visible, along with a pair of eyes that Puni recognized all too well.

Shedding Hagrid's naive nature, his eyes revealed only composure, wisdom, and depth—the very gaze of Professor Calder.

Amidst the swirling mist, a deep, magnetic voice slowly rose, shedding the rough, hoarse tone that imitated Hagrid, and entering Puni's ears with its own unique intonation.

"You recognized me a long time ago, so there's no surprise."

"This situation is truly regrettable."

The scorching embers continued to rise, mingling with the acrid smell of burning monsters, spreading a thick white mist across the forest clearing littered with the remains of the eight-eyed giant spiders, blurring the view of the entire battlefield.

At this moment, Calder had shed all his disguise and returned to his original appearance.

However, the magical energy swirling around him remained powerful and fierce. The large number of spiders that had previously attacked him were almost completely wiped out, and the corpses piled up in two thick heaps at his feet.

The dark green monster fluid seeped into the surrounding soil, constantly emitting a strong, corrosive odor that was unbearable to the touch.

He raised his hand and waved his wand, clearing away the last few surviving spiders. The entire spellcasting process was noticeably sluggish and slow compared to before, indicating that his physical strength and magical power were severely depleted.

Puni, who was on high alert and observing the entire time, noticed the abnormal state of the other party's body.

Wisps of black mist continued to erode Calder's body, and each activation of magic accelerated the spread of the black mist.

These eerie dark energies, like a persistent affliction, continuously eroded his physical foundation and magical essence.

Puni clarified the cause and effect: the black liquid that stained Calder's body was the source of this corruption.

He had no idea where Calder had obtained this forbidden object, but he could see the curse destroying the professor's body.

After a series of fierce battles, Calder's mole-skin coat was already tattered, covered with burn marks and sticky spider slime, making him look extremely disheveled.

He breathed heavily and looked around, exhausted.

A moment later, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the centaur troops who were holding bows and guarding the perimeter, closing in step by step, before finally settling on Puni.

At this moment, the playfulness in his eyes had faded, leaving only weariness.

Puni gripped his wand tightly, standing firm without flinching.

Wizards' methods are unpredictable. Even when they are at their last gasp, they still possess various escape techniques. Apparition, door keys, and spatial spells can all become opportunities for the opponent to turn the tide.