Chapter 300: The Battle and the Nightmare

Ivan knew he had to hurry and ordered Buckbeak to hurry.

Those Acromantulas were no big deal. But when other spiders were gathering in the territory, saving Malfoy and Crabbe was as unlikely as ascending the skies.

Ivan was no longer thinking about having aces up his sleeve. He was ready to put into practice all the power and knowledge he had just acquired.

He quickly recited his spell, and from the end of his wand came a bright silver light. He was sending spells non-stop, with each one killing an Acromantula.

Thanks to his precious collection of magic brought back from the Black family residence and his hard work over the past few months, Ivan was now fully equipped to deal with common Acromantulas. This has to be surprising, because the last time he was here; he struggled very hard when dealing with Acromantulas. In the end, he even ended up using up all the magic in his body.

The rate at which his strength evolved was very pleasing to him, and even he himself was a bit surprised. He quickly harvested the lives of the Acromantulas, and there were several magic spells that were not used, not to mention the taboo of black magic that he had mastered.

However, he knew that he had actually taken a huge advantage.

It was not a fair confrontation. Now he just needed to consider offense instead of defending and dodging the opponent's attack.

Riding Buckbeak in the air allowed Ivan to ignore all the attacks of the Acromantulas, who couldn't touch them at all.

To him, they were now just a group of moving targets.

Those Acromantulas could be used to hone his spellcasting skills. If he did not consider the safety of Malfoy and Crabbe, he would be unscrupulous indeed.

However, if they were all hiding, Ivan would have no choice but to get down on the ground and fight them, but then, his current advantage would disappear completely.

As Ivan became more comfortable in battle, Malfoy, who was clinging by the Acromantulas and hiding behind the spiders, looked at him intricately.

He seemed to finally recognize the difference between him and his opponent.

Speculation and discussion about Ivan's true strength had always been a hot topic at the castle.

He was a second year and a Muggle student. He had no contact with magic before coming to Hogwarts. He shouldn't be that strong.

But the thought of Ivan's past accomplishments, especially against the Basilisk, and catching Peter Pettigrew alone, made everyone dare not underestimate him.

For talented wizards, strength is not necessarily tied to age.

There were not many opportunities for Ivan to openly use magic and show his strength at school, but each time he left a deep impression on everyone.

After several discussions, whether they liked it or not, everyone had to acknowledge that Ivan was the best genius Hogwarts had in recent years.

It was generally believed in Slytherins that his strength must be similar to that of older wizards who passed the ordinary magic, or T.I.M.O., exam.

However, there were rumors that Ivan's strength was growing so rapidly because he was studying dark magic, and this might have been taboo and bad news for other young wizards.

But for Slytherin students, this was no big deal. Many Slytherins were secretly studying dark magic.

That was precisely why they valued Ivan so highly. If it weren't for Ivan's Muggle origins, some people would have joined him.

In many ancient traditions of pure-blooded wizards, magic is power; power and influence often complemented each other.

Internal Slytherin opinions of Ivan had always been contradictory, with voices of solicitation, suppression, and support.

No one was willing to offend a future rising star, especially for wily Slytherins.

Malfoy had been a strong supporter of Ivan's suppression, and advocated treating Ivan as if he were Harry, the so-called Savior.

But since the ambush that night, he had changed his mind.

Ivan's magic, which pointed straight to the depths of his soul, had a great influence on him.

Since then, he had been afraid of Ivan.

Although he had greatly overestimated Ivan's magical power, judging from the current situation, he still underestimated him. Being able to suppress more than a dozen Acromantulas at the same time, Ivan's actual strength completely surpassed the magical level that Hogwarts students should have.

Now, seeing Ivan, who was in the sky casting spells, and thinking about that magic again, Malfoy felt not fear, but hope.

"Help! Help!" Malfoy shouted and waved his arms, completely unaware that he had just been bitten by an Acromantula.

Though he still had doubts in his mind, and wondered why Ivan was so powerful.

But now Malfoy had no time to explore the source of Ivan's magic.

On the contrary, he hoped that Ivan could become stronger and better, because it would directly affect his life.

While Malfoy was so hopeful, the Acromantulas also recognized Ivan, who was sitting on the back of the Hippogriff, and 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 were burning with hatred for Ivan, but they were also afraid of death.

Click, click, click, click, click....

The large pincers of the main Acromantula made a violent clicking sound, and signaled everyone to retreat. They had already seen that they did not oppose Ivan at all, and there was no point in staying here, not to mention that they could not even attack him.

Upon receiving the order, the Acromantulas no longer tangled with Ivan, they quickly retreated and fled, and their eight furry legs were dancing at the fastest speed.

"No, no, stop, you monsters!" Crabbe shouted loudly. "Save me, save me!"

He fought with all his might and slowed down the Acromantula.

A moment later, Buckbeak flew toward them with Ivan. A red light erupted; the Acromantula that grabbed Crabbe dropped him, and flew backwards.

Crabbe lay on the ground and gasped, and Ivan didn't stop. A rope came out at the end of his wand and tied him to Buckbeak.

Under Crabbe's screams, the Hippogriff led them to Malfoy and flew past, looking very strange.

Malfoy had planned to fight as Crabbe to buy time for Ivan.

But there was a feeling of weakness in the wound where it had been inflicted by the Acromantula on his arm. He had no strength to fight. He could only watch as he was led down the great slope to the center.

The mist was a blur on the slope, and Malfoy felt only that he was being quickly knocked down and rubbed against the sand on the ground, leaving his body scarred.

A few seconds later, the warm milky mist dissipated in front of his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of a huge spider web covered in bloody corpses.

The corpse of the centaur above was the most conspicuous. Its stomach had been ripped apart by the Acromantulas. The flesh inside had been hollowed out, leaving only skin and bones, thickly covered with foul maggots.

The centaur's empty eye sockets were in front of Malfoy, and several little spiders scurried out from inside.

Unprepared for such a shocking scenario, he was scared to tears.

For him, for anyone, it was an absolute nightmare!