Chapter 313: I'm the One with the Last Move

A loud clattering sound echoed from the bushes nearby. In a moment, within the sight of the three, several ugly large spiders, furry and long-legged, with big pincers and eight eyes each, rushed out of the forest.

"Wizards!" The eight-eyed giant spiders looked at the three humans in front of them, excitedly moving their large pincers, making an indistinct sound.

"Kill them."

"Eat them."

Albert saw fear in Isabelle's eyes. Although the young girl was still acting fearless, she was afraid of becoming these monsters' prey.

Compared to Isabelle, Rovina Smith seemed even more excited. He was completely immersed in a sick madness, enduring not killing them himself just for this moment.

Rovina Smith intended to feed the eight-eyed giant spiders with Albert and Isabelle, the two replacements, as revenge against the Wilde-Smith family.

Seeing the prey right in front of them, the eight-eyed giant spiders couldn't contain their anger and hatred any longer. They rushed towards the three, ready to tear the three wizards into pieces.

"I hate big spiders!"

Albert grumbled. He took off the protective amulet around his waist, waved it at the charging eight-eyed giant spiders, and with a flick, the poor spider was like hitting a wall, with a loud bang, it rebounded and fell heavily to the ground.

"Huh, there are magical items after all." Rovina Smith looked back at Albert, sneering, "It seems you're carrying quite a few protective amulets. But they won't save you."

"I know, I wasn't counting on these things to save us." Albert released the amulet, letting it fall into the decayed soil, and walked quickly toward Isabelle. He muttered to himself, "I just wanted to do something before I die, so I won't have regrets."

"Do something?" Rovina Smith waved his wand, repelling the eight-eyed giant spiders that were coming closer, mocking, "Last words before death?"

Albert ignored him and stared into Isabelle's eyes, saying seriously, "Be my girlfriend!"

Silence fell over the surroundings.

"Interesting, quite interesting!" Rovina Smith looked at the two with an examining gaze, finding the scene quite amusing. He prepared to continue watching when he waved his wand, repelling the eight-eyed giant spiders that lunged at them.

"In fact, you're very unlucky." Rovina Smith suddenly said, "Originally, I didn't plan to kill you, just to let the werewolves bite you and turn you into werewolves. Seeing your replacements becoming werewolves, those old guys would probably be infuriated to the point of spitting blood! Unfortunately, those two werewolves managed to break free of my Dementor's Kiss and escape."

"No, I think I'm pretty lucky. At least, I won't become a werewolf." Albert said calmly, "I'd rather die than become a werewolf."

"Isn't being alive good?"

"Of course it is, but you're not going to let me live."

"Yeah, blame the Wilde-Smith family!" Rovina Smith wore an apologetic expression, continuing, "It's said that when werewolves mate with werewolves during a full moon, they give birth to intelligent wolves. If not for that accident, you might have had a chance to witness the truth of this."

"Your twisted sense of amusement is disgusting!" Isabelle shot Rovina Smith a disgusted glance before returning her gaze to Albert's eyes, contemplating the message he conveyed to her.

"So, you've been so enthusiastic about hunting down werewolves just to prevent your conspiracy from being exposed?" Albert taunted.

"Alright, enough with the useless chatter. Those big guys are getting impatient. You have thirty seconds left. Thank me for my mercy!" Rovina Smith said, actually starting to count down.

"You hunted down that group of eight-eyed giant spiders and deliberately angered them just for this moment?" Albert murmured, not paying attention to the countdown, "Two Hogwarts students who trespassed into the Forbidden Forest were unfortunately killed by these crazy eight-eyed giant spiders. It does make sense."

"Exactly, you're quite clever. However, I'm curious, what drove you to do something so foolish? Did you think you could defeat me?" Rovina Smith saw Albert ignoring them and not getting angry, and continued the countdown, "Only twenty seconds left!"

"Be my girlfriend!" Albert repeated.

"Sure!" Isabelle responded. Although she didn't know what Albert intended to do, she was prepared to follow his lead. She held Albert's head with both hands, kissed him, and without Rovina Smith noticing, used her index finger to plug Albert's ears.

Albert also wrapped his arm around Isabelle's waist.

"Touching, I almost felt compassionate." Rovina Smith continued the countdown, "Just ten seconds left, cherish the last moments!"

Rovina Smith suddenly shut up and squinted. He saw Albert pulling out a cylindrical metal object from his pocket.

"Don't struggle in vain." He raised his wand towards Albert, "Drop that thing."

The cylindrical metal object slipped from Albert's hand, falling onto the decaying leaves, and suddenly emitted an incredibly eerie sound.

In the instant before Rovina Smith lost consciousness, in his inverted vision, he saw the two who were still standing there... they were actually... actually materializing into phantoms!

This... was impossible!

This was the last thought in Rovina Smith's mind. He had been... tricked by that little brat.

The wizard who was just invincible a moment ago collapsed without any warning, and the strange sound still echoed in the Forbidden Forest.

The eight-eyed giant spiders that had been staring at the three on the periphery were also affected. They swayed their bodies and nearly fell to the ground.

The eerie sound didn't last long. A hand picked up the Banshee's Howl that had fallen to the ground.

And the owner of that hand was none other than Albert Anderson, who had just materialized into a phantom.

Beside him, Isabelle, also wearing earplugs, was using the Dementor's Kiss to control the several eight-eyed giant spiders. These creatures, although suppressed by the Banshee's Howl, hadn't completely lost consciousness; as evil dark creatures, they resisted the curse of the Banshee's Howl.

"It seems you've lost, Professor Smith."

After Isabelle had completely seized control of the situation, Albert closed the Banshee's Howl, put this dark magical item back in his pocket, and walked slowly in front of Rovina Smith. Smiling, he said to the unconscious male wizard, "You lost from the very beginning!"

I'm the one with the last move, Albert Anderson thought to himself.

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