Chapter 179: Capturing Peter Pettigrew

"It's amazing to be in two places at the same time!" Firenze looked at Ivan in amazement, his blue eyes flashing.

Ivan nodded. He told his precisely what had happened in Aragog's lair, and Firenze seemed more interested.

"The elders often warn us to pay attention to human magic. Although they have wasted too much time on many meaningless things, they have in fact made many remarkable magical achievements. I had never thought before that there would be something capable of making people move through time." Listening to Ivan's introduction about the time-turners, Firenze sighed with excitement.

For centaurs, temporal magic was too deep.

He could tell he was very interested in the time-turners; he asked about many details, and Ivan told his everything he knew.

Ivan also told Firenze that according to the rules of the use of the time-turner, he must not be seen by himself in the past. This point is very critical; otherwise, it would have an irreparable impact. Firenze agreed to his request, and prepared to wait for Ivan to leave and then grab Peter Pettigrew.

He seemed very cautious and careful in the face of this unfamiliar magical field.

As time passed, about fifteen minutes later, Ivan found himself holding his wand in the open space, followed by Peter Pettigrew.

"Nox!" He said hurriedly, and the light at the tip of his wand immediately disappeared.

The darkness had returned, and only the stars in the sky were still shining.

Ivan's heart began to beat wildly. He saw that he was breathing heavily in the forest. He could not count on the huge oak tree. The faint light at the tip of his wand eventually dissipated.

Ivan knew this was because he had no magic power left. When his magic was completely drained, Peter Pettigrew, who had been hovering beside him, fell heavily to the ground.

Pettigrew struggled to move and clung to the log in front of him.

Behind the two were the Acromantulas that followed, countless black eyes glowed in their hideous foreheads, and large, sharp black pincers emitted a numbing click-click-click-click.

Seeing the two people, the Acromantulas apparently hesitated. Perhaps the fire Ivan had just set in the hollow left them a fright.

They did not run directly to Ivan, but headed straight for Peter Pettigrew.

The latter's legs were bitten off by an Acromantula. He fought fiercely. He seemed unwilling to look back, and his screams and cries grew louder and louder.

"Save me, save me, please..." A mournful cry for help reached his ears, it was frankly disturbing.

Ivan stood nervously in the bushes, looking intently at what was happening in front of him. It was like a replay of a horror movie. He saw Peter Pettigrew and himself besieged by the Acromantulas, but he could do nothing.

So did Firenze, who had bow and arrow in hand and was ready to strike.

In the next second, a loud, long beep sounded, and a blaze of light illuminated the entire forest.

Mr. Weasley's car was rumbling down the slope, knocking aside the spiders that were besieging Ivan and Peter Pettigrew.

Ivan saw that he had taken Peter Pettigrew and wanted to get him into the old car, but it didn't work. He was no opponent for the Acromantulas who clung tightly to Peter's waist. The two rivals launched a disparate battle.

Because of the pain, the muscles in Pettigrew's face twisted in a shrewd manner. Then, he seemed to wake up suddenly, struggling to let go of Ivan's hands.

Ivan saw himself flying straight for the car, which started instantly, pulling him away from the forest. Peter Pettigrew was swept away by the spiders, and the Acromantulas made a triumphant, loud clicking noise.

Peter Pettigrew suddenly screamed and seemed to faint again.

Ivan ran out of the forest where he was hiding. He knew that if he didn't interfere, he would never get the chance to do it again.

The red light passed over Pettigrew. The Acromantula that was greedily gnawing at his flesh was instantly winnowed, and the other spiders preparing to partake of the feast looked up in dismay and watched Ivan's sudden appearance.

They did not understand how this human child, who had just left in a car, suddenly emerged from the nearby bush.

Before they could react, Ivan incarnated himself as a brave and fearless warrior. He quickly ran towards Peter Pettigrew, waving his wand, with a white light like a sword, and the Acromantulas that dared to approach were killed one by one.

With an explosion, behind Peter Pettigrew, the body of the spider closest to him was instantly crushed, and its green, sticky blood splattered, flying everywhere.

It splashed Ivan hard, but he didn't care. His footsteps suddenly stopped, his body turned to the right, his wand swung up and down, the curse passed him by, and the Acromantula in the tree died instantly.

The remaining spiders seemed to have reacted. They waved their large pincers, scurrying toward Ivan.

Faced with the swarm of Acromantulas, Ivan held his wand tightly in his hand, not the slightest fear showing on his face. He didn't back down; he screamed and ran towards them.

At that moment, he was not afraid.

Between the trees behind him, Firenze's bow and arrows were like guardian angels, perfectly filling in the gaps in Ivan's defense. He was extremely fast when it came to archery, and each arrow accurately pierced the Acromantulas from the center, pinning them firmly into the ground.

The Acromantulas he shot couldn't even struggle, as the precise shots brought them down instantly.

In less than a minute, the two killed more than ten Acromantulas, and the remaining spiders watched them both in horror, turned and fled into the depths of the forest.

Ivan gasped, wiped away the sweat and the guts of the Acromantulas that had just splattered on his face, and looked at Peter Pettigrew, who lay unconscious in front of him. His breathing gradually calmed, and he knew he had finally changed the story. He stopped Peter's death and caught it.

"The wound on his leg is very serious, but not fatal." Firenze came to look at Peter Pettigrew's bloody legs. He took some herbal powder out of a leather packet and sprinkled it on.

Ivan saw that Peter's legs gradually stopped bleeding, his breath steadied, but because of the pain, his face was still contorted.

"Can you heal him?" Ivan remembered that centaurs were well versed in healing magic.

"No, this is not good! His leg was just bitten by Acromantulas, just a trauma. What's problematic is his right hand, from which I can smell a very evil smell of black magic, my healing magic can't work on it." Firenze poked Peter's right arm. The place that was supposed to be his right hand was tangled with a few pieces of cloth, which was completely soaked with blood. He quickly said, "You'd better send him back to the castle as soon as possible. Human magic should be able to help him."