A Complete Double Standard!

Looking at the Acromantula in the Steel Cage, Firenze's eyes widened. "I really didn't expect... how long has it been... that you've become so... eye-opening!"

He stood in front of the Steel Cage again and lightly stomped his feet twice. "It won't be easy to get anything out of them about what happened today."

Click click...

Click click...

Just as Firenze said, the Acromantula showed no sign of wanting to cooperate, and suddenly lunged forward, seemingly wanting to continue its attack.

"There will always be a way to get started..." Wizet smiled slightly, then snapped his fingers to send the fireball soaring higher, instantly brightening the surroundings.

"It will always have something it's afraid of..." He made sure he was facing the Acromantula and began to dispose of the smaller Acromantula's corpse, taking out its most valuable venom sac.

"Click... What... do you want to ask?"

The Acromantula spoke, its constantly opening and closing chelicerae uttering human language, and one could even hear the fear in its tone.

Ignoring the Acromantula, Wizet dealt with the larger Acromantula's corpse, slowly pulling up the venom sac and then slowly tearing it off.

The sound of tearing flesh echoed in the air. The Acromantula dared not utter a sound, and even shrank back, its body trembling.

After doing all this, Wizet conjured a white cloth, wiped the blood off her hands, and walked up to the Acromantula. "Mr. Acromantula, you answer my questions, is that alright?"

The Acromantula continued to shrink its body, even tucking its legs under its body. "Click... You... ask away!"

"Where did the other Acromantula go?"

"Click... I don't know... I was summoned back by Aragog..."

Firenze scratched the ground with his hooves; it was the first time he had ever seen the Acromantula so frightened.

Wizet tossed the rag into the Steel Cage, her tone hardening, "Are you sure?"

"Click... Aragog needs help feeding him..." the Acromantula stammered, "Click... I came back to do this..."

Firenze explained from the side, "Aragog is their leader, but he is not very mobile now and needs the other Acromantula to help feed him."

"Perhaps we should ask some more direct questions... He seems to be just an adult and might not understand what you really want to know."

"Thank you, Mr. Firenze." Wizet. "In that case, we should hear something..."

He knocked on the Steel Cage and asked, "For example, when you were feeding the leader, what did it say to the other Acromantula?"

"Click...say...let them go and cause destruction...I want to cause destruction too..." the Acromantula replied, "Click...that's all I remember..."

Wizet tried asking the question in several different ways, but the answers were all similar.

Firenze sighed. "A newly Acromantula like this is often only interested in instincts, so it only remembers to cause destruction."

Wizet frowned slightly. "Perhaps... they want to create a riot? A riot that will affect the entire Forbidden Forest?"

"But Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts, why would they do this?" Firenze asked, puzzled.

Just then, a young man's voice rang out, "Because their natural enemy has disappeared, Dumbledore has left, and Hogwarts has become a dining table."

"What other reason could there be? Perhaps it's because Aragog's friends are gone, so the restrictions are gone too... and they can unleash their true nature, their cannibalistic instincts!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of "click" sounds followed.

With a "click" sound, a dozen or so Acromantula emerged from the darkness. They all stood behind a young man, and the frequent "clicks" sounded like prayers before a meal.

The young man looked like a graduate, wearing a Hogwarts school uniform robe with the Slytherin house crest on his chest.

He had long black hair, deep-set features, and a handsome face. His eyes were slightly narrowed, naturally exuding a cold aura.

Wizet gripped her wand tightly. "Tom Riddle?"

"It's me. You did know me." Tom Riddle raised an eyebrow. "In that case, you should know my other name, which I prefer."

Wizet was observing Tom Riddle, and he found that Tom Riddle before him seemed to exist between reality and illusion, coated with a hazy halo.

This confirms Salazar Slytherin's idea that this was an extremely special existence.

Since that's the case, we need to find a way to deplete it, so as to activate the Soul Guiding Box to capture it.

"Complete discrimination..." Tom Riddle drawled, talking to himself, "He's so good to you... He'll tell you everything..."

"If only he had treated me like that back then! Maybe I could have stayed at Hogwarts... and become your professor... teaching many students... just like him..."

"Don't you want to look for the cause within yourself first?" Wizet raised an eyebrow. "And... is this your goal? To send them to destroy Hogwarts? Is that even possible?"

"We have to give it a try, right? We're wizards, after all! There's no harm in trying more!" Tom Riddle's lips curled into a smile.

"Just like how I came to see you... I wanted to see... if Dumbledore would regret it if you died here..."

His smile suddenly froze, turning into a sinister expression. "Kill them!"

The Acromantula behind Tom Riddle were all adults, each as big as a carriage.

With a command, they stopped fiddling with their chelicerae and disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a rustling sound.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

A series of sharp whooshing sounds rang out, and several clumps of spider silk appeared from all directions, beckoning towards Wizet.

"Fire Shield!"

Wizet lowered his wand as if holding a sword, and bright flames burst forth, transforming into a wall of fire as he turned.

The wall of fire blazed fiercely, turning the incoming spider silk to ashes.

Following the sound of the spider silk, Wizet raised her wand in one direction, and a wisp of flame split off from the raging wall of fire, spreading upwards along one of the spider silk threads.

The flame spread extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already ignited an Acromantula by following the spider silk.

The dazzling flames illuminated the sky, and the other Acromantula scattered to avoid being caught in the flames.

Tom Riddle's sinister expression froze instantly, and intense jealousy shone through his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Ugh... that two-faced guy! He's always watching my every move, not letting me do this... not letting me do that!"

"What a hypocrite! He made so many demands of me, and now he's taught you Dark Magic? Disgusting! Utterly disgusting!"