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"Appearing in two places at the same time? That's amazing!" Firenze looked at Elwyn in disbelief, his blue eyes sparkling.
Elwyn nodded and briefly told him what had happened in Aragok's lair. Firenze seemed to be even more interested.
"The elders often tell us to pay attention to human magic. Although you have wasted too much time on meaningless things, you have indeed achieved many remarkable achievements in magic. I never thought that there would be something that could allow people to travel through time. "
Firenze sighed as he listened to Elwyn's introduction of the time converter.
Time magic was too profound for a centaur.
It was obvious that he was very interested in the time converter and asked for many details. Elwyn told him everything he knew.
At the same time, Elwyn told Firenze that according to the rules of the time converter, he must not be seen by his past self. This was very important, otherwise it would cause irreversible damage. Firenze agreed to his request and was prepared to capture Peter after Elwyn left.
He seemed very cautious and cautious in the face of an unknown magical domain.
Time passed slowly. After about fifteen minutes, Elwyn saw himself appearing in the open ground with his wand raised, with Peter beside him.
"Knox!" He hurriedly chanted the "Fluorescent Flash" counter spell, and the light at the end of the wand in his hand instantly disappeared.
Darkness enveloped the area again. Now, only the stars in the sky were still shining.
Elwyn's heart began to beat wildly. He saw himself in the middle of the field, panting heavily, leaning weakly against the huge oak tree. The faint light at the end of the wand flickered in and out of existence, and finally, it slowly disappeared.
Elwyn knew that this was because he was out of mana. At the same time that his mana was completely exhausted, Peter, who had been floating beside him, also fell heavily to the ground.
Peter Pettigrew struggled to move and hugged the tree trunk in front of him tightly.
Behind the two of them was the eight-eyed spider. Countless pairs of small, pitch-black eyes shone brightly on its terrifying forehead, and its sharp, black pincers made a scalp-numbing clicking sound.
Seeing the two people in the middle of the field, the eight-eyed spiders hesitated. Perhaps the fire that Elwyn had set in the crater had left a deep impression on them. They did not directly rush towards Elwyn, but instead pounced on Peter.
Peter's legs were bitten by an eight-eyed spider. He struggled violently, as if he was experiencing the last flash of light before his death. His screams and cries grew louder and louder.
"Save me, save me, I beg you!"
Sorrowful cries for help rang in his ears. It was not a good feeling.
Elwyn stood nervously in the bushes, focusing on what was happening in the field in front of him. It was as if he was replaying a horror movie. He saw himself and Peter being surrounded by the eight-eyed spiders, surrounded by danger, but unable to do anything.
Firenze was the same. He held his bow in his hand, ready to fire at any time.
In the next second, a loud and long sound rang out, and a dazzling light illuminated the entire forest. Mr. Weasley's car rumbled down the path, knocking away the spiders that were attacking Elwyn and Peter.
Elwyn saw that he had grabbed Peter and wanted to drag him into the old car, but he could not. He was no match for the eight-eyed spider that was tightly wrapped around Peter's waist. The two of them had a great disparity in strength.
Because of the pain, the muscles on Peter's face were convulsing. Then, as if he had suddenly woken up, he struggled to let go of Elwyn's hands.
Elwyn saw himself flying backward into the car. The car started immediately and took him away from the field. Peter was dragged into the group of spiders, and the eight-eyed spiders let out a series of victorious clacking noises.
Peter's screams suddenly stopped, and he seemed to have fainted again.
Elwyn rushed out of the forest where he was hiding. He knew that if he did not act now, he would never have the chance to do so again.
A red light flashed, and the eight-eyed spider that was lying on Peter's body, greedily gnawing on his flesh, was instantly sent flying. The other spiders that were ready to participate in the feast raised their heads in shock, and looked at Elwyn who had suddenly appeared.
They did not understand. This human boy had just left in the car. Why would there be spiders coming out from the nearby bushes?
Before they could react, Elwyn transformed into a brave and fearless warrior. He quickly rushed to Peter's side, and waved his wand in his hand. With a white light that resembled a sharp sword, he killed the eight-eyed spiders that dared to come near him.
With a splat, the body of the spider that was closest to Peter was instantly cut into pieces. Green, viscous blood splattered everywhere.
Many of the blood splattered on Elwyn, but he did not care. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his body to the right, and waved his wand forcefully. A spell flashed, and the eight-eyed spider that was lying on the tree was instantly killed.
The remaining spiders seemed to have just reacted. They waved their large pincers, and madly rushed towards Elwyn.
Facing the swarm of eight-eyed spiders, Elwyn gripped his wand tightly. There was not the slightest trace of fear on his face. He did not retreat, and instead, he shouted and charged forward.
At this moment, he was fearless, like a god of war who had descended to the mortal world.
In the bushes behind Elwyn, Firenze's bow and arrows were like eyes, perfectly covering the gaps in Elwyn's defense. Firenze's speed was extremely fast, and every arrow accurately pierced through the center of the eight-eyed spiders, firmly pinning them to the ground.
The eight-eyed spiders that were shot did not even have the chance to struggle. They died in an instant.
In just a little more than a minute, the two of them had killed more than ten eight-eyed spiders. The remaining spiders looked at the two of them in horror, then turned and fled into the bushes.
Elwyn panted heavily. He wiped the blood and sweat from the eight-eyed spiders that had splattered on his face. He lowered his head to look at Peter, who had fainted in front of him. His breathing gradually calmed down. He knew that he had finally changed history. He had stopped Peter's death. He had caught him.
"The injuries on his legs are very serious, but fortunately, they are not fatal." Firenze walked up to check on Peter's bloody legs. He took out some herbal powder from his leather bag and sprinkled it on the legs.
Elwyn saw that Peter's legs had gradually stopped bleeding. His breathing had stabilized, but because of the pain, his face was still twitching.
"Can you heal him?" Elwyn suddenly remembered that centaurs were very proficient in healing magic.
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