89: Anger of a Dragon

89: Anger of a Dragon

After some time, Harry was reluctantly carrying Daphne on his back, his face showing his discomfort.

Meanwhile, John was busy thanking the Demiguise.

"Thanks for the help, buddy" he said.

If it weren't for the Demiguise knocking Riddle out earlier, John wouldn't have won so easily. Who would've thought that such a wide-eyed innocent looking creature would enjoy playing dirty tricks?

John shook hands with it, not caring whether the Demiguise understood the gesture.

"John.. so.. you have a gun?"

"Oh, that was .. um, aren't you feeling hungry? I'm starving! Let's just go quickly and eat something"

"O-Ok..."

The Demiguise's big eyes began to glow with colorful lights, and suddenly it started shouting anxiously.

"Hmm?"

Just as John was wondering what was going on, he heard rustling sounds around them.

"Why does that sound so familiar?" he muttered.

As he looked up to find the source of the noise, he saw a spider the size of a small car staring intently at them.

"Fuck—Run!" John shouted, immediately deciding to flee.

Fang, the cowardly dog, had already disappeared, probably sensing the danger. After all, dogs have that instinct.

When Harry saw the enormous spiders, he was terrified, wishing he could use a Transfiguration spell to grow a second pair of legs.

The two of them sprinted wildly through the Forbidden Forest, and then...

They stumbled upon a massive spider nest.

"Are you kidding me..." John nearly cursed. They had run straight into the spider's lair.

It turned out that Riddle wasn't the real danger; these spiders had been lying in wait, ready to strike.

*Tap-tap-tap!*

*Cri-cri!*

The Acromantulas, with their eight greedy eyes glinting, let out sharp cries as they advanced on them.

"Harry, fight back!" John shouted.

He drew his wand and fired a blast of white light at the nearest spider, causing its body to explode like a watermelon.

John and these spiders had a long-standing enmity.

Harry, struggling with the weight of the person on his back, managed to swing his wand and fight back.

However, his attacks were no match for John's. When John saw a spider about to pounce on Harry's back, he quickly turned and struck.

"Arania Exumai!"

The spider was blasted away, but John's action drew the attention of a much larger spider.

Without pausing, John pulled a sword from his small bag as he turned.

Swoosh!

Just as the giant spider lunged, John cleaved its head in two with a single stroke.

With his right hand holding a sword and his left hand wielding a wand, John was a force to be reckoned with—using the wand for long-range attacks and the sword for close combat.

However, even with his balanced offensive and defensive strategies, John was being gradually overwhelmed by the sheer number of spiders. He was forced to retreat step by step until he and Harry were standing back to back.

Harry was panting heavily, his hands trembling—a sign of severe magical exhaustion.

He had completely run out of magic.

After torching the spider nest, John felt a sense of satisfaction, though he couldn't help but wonder if Hagrid would cry when he returned to find the nest destroyed.

The trio exited the car, and John carried Daphne out.

The enchanted car gave its doors a quick slap and then shot back into the Forbidden Forest.

"...Did that car just go feral?" John was baffled, not understanding what just happened.

Hermione marched over, furious, and pointed at John and Harry, scolding them, "How could you be so reckless? You've broken at least fifty school rules!"

An angry Hermione didn't care whether they were the Boy Who Lived or John Wick; both were scolded like children caught by a parent.

Ron wisely kept quiet the entire time, displaying his lower rank in the family dynamic.

Harry nudged John with his elbow, signaling him to say something to calm Hermione down.

"Ah?" After a moment's thought, John said, "Don't blame Harry; Riddle took Daphne, and I lost my composure."

As Hermione's anger began to dissipate, she noticed Daphne. The girl was stunning and frequently seen with John.

"Who's Riddle?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Oh, that's Voldemort," John said casually.

Harry nodded rapidly beside him; after all, they had just fought Voldemort and then narrowly survived the spider nest.

As soon as Voldemort's name was mentioned, it felt as if a chilling wind swept through the area.

"~Ugh~~" Ron shivered, visibly frightened. "Don't say that name."

Hermione also felt a twinge of fear. If they hadn't arrived just in time, Harry and John might have met their end at the hands of the spiders.

In the end, Hermione couldn't stay mad at Harry for long; she scolded them, but that was it.

Carrying the unconscious Daphne, the four of them headed back to the castle.

Their disappearance had nearly driven everyone at Hogwarts to panic. The first person they encountered was Professor McGonagall, who was clutching her chest and taking deep breaths to calm herself.

Professor McGonagall led them into the castle and then to the Headmaster's office.

John noticed that Professor Snape was also there, and he felt a bit guilty.

Because he had taken an entire bottle of Felix Felicis, he had become much more reckless.

He had even done something as bold as snatching a potion from Professor Snape's hands, not caring at all about the loss of house points.

Now that the effects of the potion had worn off, John suspected he might be in for even more point deductions.

Fortunately, fate seemed to be on his side—Dumbledore had returned.

He had been suspended from his duties, but when trouble struck Hogwarts, he was the first to return.

Among the five of them, one was unconscious, two were disheveled, and two others dared not lift their heads.

In the Headmaster's office, there was a couple present—Daphne's parents.

"John! Thank you so much! Thank you.. I.. I.." Seeing that their daughter was unharmed, Daphne's mother, who had a striking appearance, even forgot that John was of Muggle-born origin.

"The Greengrass family will not forget your kindness," Daphne's father said solemnly, though his expression suggested that John had somehow wronged his family.

It wasn't just the Greengrass family present; the Weasleys were also there. Mrs. Weasley, overwhelmed with emotion, hugged Harry tightly.

Ginny had confessed everything to Dumbledore, and so he felt it necessary to summon the Weasley family.

Mrs. Weasley also hugged John enthusiastically. If it weren't for these two boys, Ginny might have been burdened with the guilt of harming a fellow student for the rest of her life.

John placed the diary and the Sword of Gryffindor on the desk, also producing the basilisk fang as irrefutable evidence.

With this concrete proof, and Harry's detailed ten-minute explanation, Ginny was naturally absolved of any blame.

"Well done, Harry, John," Dumbledore praised them without hesitation. Even though the two of them had broken about a hundred school rules, Gryffindors never worry about such things... Well, neither do Slytherins, Heh~

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