Su Er mulled over how he should make his entrance.
The situation changed as well. Several large spiders appeared in the headlights and, without a word, strung Harry, Ron, and Fang upside down with silk and carried them deeper into the dark trees.
Watching the two boys and the dog, tightly bound and dangling upside down beneath the giant spiders' sharp claws, swaying like three limp worms, Su Er let out an unkind laugh.
By the time Su Er carefully crossed a strand of spider silk stretched between two trees and reached the edge of a broad hollow, Harry and Ron were already talking to an outrageously large spider.
Fragments of speech and clicking drifted through the air into his ears, but the distance made them sound indistinct and unreal.
Mr. Scamander had mentioned in his book that Acromantulas had a special sensitivity to their own silk. They knew immediately when another species touched it. This was a hunting method unique to them-or rather, to spiders.
So Su Er had to be careful while following them and avoid touching any strands of silk, lest these hunters notice him.
He could go no closer. Acromantulas stood shoulder to shoulder around the edge of the hollow carpeted with dry yellow leaves, and pale, sticky webs covered the area.
He did not think he could take on at least a hundred spiders alone, even with a phoenix feather to keep him alive.
Come to think of it, these spiders really could breed... Looking at the spiders of all sizes packed densely across the fallen leaves, anyone with trypophobia would have fainted.
Su Er carefully lifted a paw to let a group of spiders hurrying to pay homage to their ancestor pass, then leaped lightly onto a branch and watched the clearing through gaps