Harry Potter's Bastard

There is no such thing as a little wizard who can watch a monster like the Eight-Eyed Spider pounce on him, and then be able to fight back without hurry—at least not these few people. Harry, of course, they would fight back in this situation, but they couldn't do it without hurrying, they were so nervous right now that they missed several spells, and the result was that what could have been solved was now a desperate situation for them.

If Solim or the centaurs weren't here, they would end up being packed up by the Eight-Eyed Spider and moved to their nest. But since Solim was here, he certainly wouldn't let that happen.

The arrows sliced through the air and hit some of the Eight-Eyed Spiders in the head, while the rest were separated by Solim's Barrier Charm, and they didn't hurt any of Harry and the others except Draco.

The iron arrows were much more penetrating than the bony arrows used by the horses, and the brains of the eight-eyed spiders were shot one after another, and although Harry and the others were frightened, they were not harmed except for Draco.

"It doesn't seem to be working well, is it?" Solim made his way through the bushes to a few people, and instead of paying attention to Draco lying on the ground, he observed the battlefield first.

The Eight-Eyed Spider did not leave, but kept a distance to observe its prey, but then they realized that something was wrong, and they saw a figure that had brought destruction to their species. This discovery made the Eight-Eyed Spider both angry and frightened, and for the first time, the Eight-Eyed Spider made an incoordinated move during the hunt: some of the Eight-Eyed Spiders frantically pounced on Solim, while others made a silent U-turn and burrowed into the woods.

Naturally, these eyeless eight-eyed spiders didn't bother Solim in any way, and he didn't even bother to pull out his wand, because he knew the centaurs would do it.

"Whew!" came the sound of several arrows piercing the air, and the eight-eyed spiders that pounced on them fell one after another. The centaurs have improved their combat ability a lot after getting the iron arrows, and their bone arrows sometimes shatter due to impact, resulting in a single hit, but now the iron arrows can easily penetrate the braincase of the eight-eyed spider.

"How does it feel? your first real battle?" Solim glanced at Draco, who was still lying on the ground humming.

"It feels like we're almost going to die. Harry was doing well, he was still staring at the eight-eyed spiders who hadn't left.

"Solim, look at Draco, he's been bitten by the Eight-Eyed Spider. Hermione tidied up her messy hair, which sometimes obscured her view during the battle.

"It's okay, he can't die. Solim didn't bother Draco for a while, "It's just a bite, it's just a big deal." There will be no danger to life. "

"But then we're one less person. Hermione said, "We'll have no problem with the Eight-Eyed Spider alone, but we'll need to ...... them if they are too numerous."

"Why do you use your flame charm like that?" Solim asked suddenly, "I did say that you would conserve mana if possible, but your situation is already critical, why do you still release flames like that, instead of expanding the area of the flames?"

The five centaurs walked over, vigilantly looking at the eight-eyed giant spiders around them who had not yet left, they were now very precious to the iron arrows that Solim had conjured for them, and they would not use them easily, although Solim had told them before that this was not a permanent transformation, and it would change back to its original appearance in a few hours, but these centaurs were still reluctant to shoot the eight-eyed giant spider with precious iron arrows, and now there were two centaurs to pick up the arrows that had just been shot.

It was Hermione and Draco who had just used the fire charm, Draco the kid looked dazed now, Hermione was speechless with her mouth open, how could she answer Solim's question?

"And you're very problematic with your staffing. Solim continued, "While this may be a harsh reality for Hermione, the facts are the facts. and Harry, Neville, and this ...... lying on the ground In comparison, your magic is clearly lacking. Solim held back the word "waste."

"Fire spells cost more mana than obstacle or impact spells, and the best people to use these two spells would be Harry and Draco. Solim went on to point out their shortcomings, "Obstacle and Impact Charms don't require a lot of precision, and they just need to be wiped to work. And you have a problem with your position, whatever the reason, you didn't protect Draco, you and he are the main force to destroy the eight-eyed spider, and Harry and Neville are more of a containment role, once Draco falls, if it weren't for these centaurs, what kind of fate you will face, I think you know very well. "

"Can Draco still stand up?" asked Neville.

"Not for a short time. Solim shook his head, "The eight-eyed spider's venom will keep him unconscious until he wakes up. "

"And what about one less of us now?" Harry and Hermione glanced at each other.

"Why, you don't know what to do without one person?" Solim glanced at Harry, "You discuss everything, I and the horses are only responsible for your safety, and your lives are not ......"

Solim's words were interrupted by a tremor of the earth. Ferencze and the other four centaurs quickly gathered around a few people.

"It's 'them', you can't be wrong. One of the centaurs beside Ferenze was a little nervous, "Judging by the shaking of the ground, there are eight to ten. "

Harry and the others were confused, they didn't know what was going on.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"It's a centaur from another tribe. "But unlike us, they worship killing. "

Solim immediately understood that he had met the kind of centaurs he had seen in the second grade again, and there were quite a few of them, and Solim didn't have time to think about why the aliens among the centaurs had found this place, and he knew that it wasn't Harry's house-of-the-house banter that was going to happen, but the real battle—the kind that would kill people.