I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 86 Swift Movement Through the Abyss (Seeking First Subscription!)

The corridor was still dimly lit even during the day.

Flames scorched the walls.

The hissing and popping sounds of burning firewood carried far into the confined space.

However, the silence was soon broken by a sound.

"Thump!"

"Thump!!"

"Knock knock!!!"

Irving banged on the wall, faster and faster.

The sound, like the tolling of a death knell, mixed with the clicking of multi-legged creatures stomping on the floor, ceiling, and walls, constantly tormented the fugitive wizard's nerves.

"No! Don't eat me!"

Similar screams echoed one after another.

Together they formed a painting, a painting called the Spider Plague.

"They're here!"

Owen, holding Hannah's hand, waved his wand again.

A faint light shone from the tip of the staff, and a strange magical force enveloped the debris on the ground, causing it to twist and rearrange.

Then, just as the Zerg Mother hatches the swarm.

Spiders of all shapes and sizes surged toward the crowd like a torrent.

"Irving~"

Hannah, standing beside her, was somewhat frightened.

She tugged at Owen's sleeve, looking at him with confusion.

"An adventure game," a wicked boy said with a sly smile.

His transformation spells won't harm the little wizards, but—this dark master has his own ulterior motives.

"Go forth, my children!"

Irving spread his hands, letting the chaotic footsteps echo through the corridor.

The faint flame was extinguished by the swarm of spiders, which moved like waves.

The corridor suddenly became dimly lit.

The young wizards couldn't see their surroundings clearly.

The sudden darkness caught their eyes off.

The flickering lights and the ever-growing noise around them were constantly eroding their last bit of courage and strength.

"Help! Help!"

A heart-wrenching cry came from the mouth of a young wizard.

They ran forward recklessly.

I just want to escape this terrible nightmare!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Irving's voice rang out behind them.

He held a staff and followed their steps one by one.

"Irving~"

Hannah glanced timidly at the proud yet gentle boy beside her. Her face was pale, filled with intense fear, but even more so with trust in Owen.

"Enough, Kyrie!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

A loud flash of light, and suddenly everything blazed!

Hermione raised her wand high, and suddenly a raging flame appeared.

She was furious like a lion, her flames roaring and engulfing the surrounding eight-eyed giant spiders, who were just extras in costume.

"Stop your pranks. If you still have the energy, go deal with the real one in the classroom!" The little witch, along with Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindors, braved the swarm of spiders and fought their way up to Owen.

He looked at them, a smirk involuntarily creeping up his face. "Today some fool brought an eight-eyed spider into the castle, tomorrow an Azkaban fugitive will break in. The day after—maybe Voldemort will be there."

"This is just a mock exam in advance."

"Like you guys, that time in the third-floor basement during the first year, you did nothing but add to my burden." He put his hands in his pockets, his invincible expression written all over his face.

"Besides, you don't understand, this is all business!"

"What kind of business?" Hermione tilted her head back, staring intently at the boy in front of her, not wanting to be outdone.

He looked at him seriously, only frowning slightly when he glanced at Hannah beside him.

"Would no criminals need Aurors?" he said.

"Similarly, if there's no crisis in the castle, how can I sell my courses?"

Owen shrugged and looked at Harry. "Even you guys aren't buying my lessons anymore. What does that mean?"

"That just means you're bored!" Ron yelled at Owen from behind Harry.

"This shows that there is a lack of crisis within the castle."

"Nonsense!"

"That's not nonsense." Owen smiled, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a spot not far away.

There, among the group of young wizards, suddenly appeared a tall, eight-eyed giant spider, larger than any of the other spiders, as big as a small car.

"Help!"

"Owen, help me!!!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the corridor.

"Look, this guy is still holding the fire poker himself!" Owen rolled his eyes at the panicked Justin.

His expression was full of helplessness.

That's how a little wizard who has no sense of crisis is.

Look at the main trio, and then look at his Hufflepuff trio.

They attended the same tutoring classes as Harry last semester, yet their reactions to the crisis are so drastically different now.

"Stop yelling!"

With that, Irving stomped on the ground, and instantly, a cloud of white mist rose up.

The extremely cold ice blades, like smoke, quickly drifted towards the eight-eyed giant spider.

At this moment, the other young wizards around him also noticed that the real eight-eyed giant spider in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom had long since disappeared.

Amidst the chaos and devastation, Hagrid lay weakly and helpless on the ground.

His face was dark.

It seems they are already quite deeply poisoned.

As for Lockhart...

Nobody cares about a good-for-nothing.

"Speaking of which, if you get bitten by an eight-eyed giant spider, will you turn into Spider-Man?" He walked step by step toward Justin, not forgetting to make a joke.

"Are you sure you can become Spider-Man?" Justin, who was being chased, couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark.

"Oh? Are you sure you want to change? If it bites you, you might be cut in two."

You little rascal, you're quite the leisurely type.

His temperament is quite good.

However—as for strength...

Yes, I have it, but I just don't know how to use it.

If it's a forbidden forest, a dark and densely wooded environment, then the eight-eyed giant spiders hiding in unknown places might be somewhat troublesome.

Then, in the castle, a fair and square duel.

Given Justin's current level, beating him is by no means that difficult.

"Phew~"

The chilling air, like a hurricane, instantly froze the menacing spider in place.

And what about Justin?

He trembled, crossed his arms, and slowly walked towards the crowd, exhaling white breath.

"What a coward! All you do in a fight is run away. Is that some kind of fire poker you're holding? Where's your Obstruction Charm? Your half-baked Petrification Charm? Your Flame Charm that can shoot sparks?"

"If you could just casually use one of these, I might think more highly of you."

"I—I forgot."

"Have you forgotten you're a wizard?"

Irving slowly walked toward the eight-eyed giant spider that was frozen but still alive.

One step, two steps.

A fierce flame suddenly shot out from the tip of his wand.

The flames were restrained by the Transfiguration spell.

The burning took the shape of a long sword.

The ice beneath his feet had already melted.

Irving walks on the water.

Like a god moving through the abyss!

"Watch," he said.

Then, raising his wand, a flaming sword suddenly shot out, like a laser, severing the beast's head completely and without any obstruction.

The flames burned the wound.

It didn't even bleed.

I wrote 3500 words this afternoon while slacking off. After some revisions, I only have 2100 left. It's really too painful to write jokes just for the sake of thinking of them.

In a fit of anger, he deleted all the jokes.

(End of this chapter)