"What's happening?"
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
Ron's face had turned somewhat pale as he couldn't help but look toward the little snake in front of him, asking.
However, the little snake ignored him—only the sound of bullets being loaded into chambers echoed from within wizard robes.
Despite their prejudice and disgust toward Gryffindor, Harry and Ron were still protected at the very center by everyone.
This was Slytherin's backbone and etiquette—at their own banquet, they would never allow guests to come to harm...
Just then, the rustling sounds in the dense forest suddenly amplified.
Sharp whistling sounds rang out in succession as several arrows, hidden in the night, shot directly toward Venom.
To protect the little snakes behind it, Venom didn't dodge.
Instead, it let the arrows strike its chest until the final arrow's cold gleam flickered before its eyes.
Only then did it casually reach out and grab it.
The slender demon-breaking arrow was pinched between its fingers like a toothpick, crushed into two pieces.
"Ah..."
"A familiar scent."
"Large build, fresh and juicy."
Venom murmured to itself, pale eyes carrying intoxication, fangs gleaming with heart-stopping ghostly light.
Its originally contracted two-meter frame, like a giant beast breaking free from restraints, gradually expanded—every inch of wildly surging muscle contained devastating power.
Black and red intertwined arthropod tentacles extended from its back with sticky, eerie sounds, fully expanding.
Pitch-black, razor-sharp claws also transformed into exaggeratedly curved scimitars, blades flowing with bone-chilling gleams.
The campfire swayed and trembled in the night wind.
In the interplay of light and shadow, it cast twisted and eerie shadows, like demons dancing wildly.
Seeing this scene, even the Slytherins standing behind Venom couldn't help but shiver, their fearful gazes gradually tinged with fascination.
"Whooo——"
A horn suddenly blared—deep and resonant, penetrating the night's curtain, announcing battle's arrival.
The ground trembled slightly.
Then, three burly, muscular centaurs wielding long spears charged from the dense forest, their stone spearheads embedded with strange runes flickering with lightning.
Behind them, three more centaurs leaped from the forest carrying great axes, attempting a wave-style assault.
Above the centaurs' heads, arrows rained down like precipitation, each aimed at Venom's vital points...
"Damn! It's centaurs!"
Male prefect Bested's face changed drastically.
Centaur weapons always carried demon-breaking properties—Shield Charms and other protective spells were completely useless.
"Sixth years! Transfiguration!"
"Construct multi-angled defensive barriers!"
"Seventh years! Take everyone else back!"
"Fifth years, binding spells for cover—"
However, before he could finish his commands, the nightmare-like spider limbs on Venom's back suddenly became active.
These limbs turned in different directions, their vajra-like cone heads shooting out fiercely.
In Venom's infrared vision, the centaur archers hidden in the forest depths had nowhere to hide.
Sharp, ear-piercing whistling sounds were heart-stopping.
The cone heads struck like cannonballs, violently smashing into tree trunks, instantly shattering them.
As wood chips scattered, the cone heads shot through, directly penetrating the centaur archers' bodies.
Soil flew and churned, chaos erupted in the dense forest—centaurs' exclamations and roars echoed together.
The arrow rain stopped abruptly.
But the arthropod tentacles' shooting didn't cease—rumbling and wailing continued as death's shadow completely shrouded the forest.
"Die, filthy monster!"
"Go to hell!"
The centaurs' charge arrived in an instant.
Carrying furious roars and neighs, lightning-flickering spearheads aimed directly at Venom's chest.
"Haha, you're absolutely adorable!"
Accompanied by wild laughter, wind-breaking sounds swept over as an exaggeratedly large blade swept horizontally through the air.
The three centaurs charging at the front had their upper bodies instantly slide off, sticky, foul-smelling blood spraying like rain.
Only their horse bodies continued running until they crashed into the walls the Slytherins had constructed, collapsing thunderously.
Pitch-black twisted tentacles shot out suddenly, casually wrapping around an axe-wielding centaur, completely binding it.
Irresistible force surged forth—the centaur's chest bones were nearly crushed.
Extremely shrill screams erupted as the great axe slipped from its hands, crashing heavily to the ground.
The next second, fangs and sharp teeth were fully displayed.
Like steel gates slamming shut with a thunderous crash.
Accompanied by crisp yet cruel "crack" sounds, the heart-rending screams stopped abruptly.
The pitch-black twisted tentacle slowly withdrew, its surface still bearing sticky bloodstains.
The headless centaur's body lost support, falling limply to the ground as blood slowly overflowed like a stream, the air filling with suffocating bloody scent.
"Ah..."
With a satisfied sigh, Venom licked the blood from the corner of its mouth clean, sharp teeth filled with greed and desire.
"Thank hell."
"Otherwise I'd almost forgotten this taste."
"Heh heh heh, hahahaha!" The low, suppressed laughter was filled with satisfaction and pleasure.
Like undercurrents surging, rolling endlessly in its chest cavity—as emotions gradually heightened, the laughter became increasingly sharp and hoarse, making all who heard it shudder.
"Damn, what is that thing?"
"We shouldn't have listened to Bane!"
"That thing is protecting the foals..."
"We've caused big trouble!"
The remaining two centaurs suddenly stopped, the ground scraped with several shallow grooves.
Their originally anger-filled faces were now pale as paper as they restlessly stamped their hooves, trying to retreat.
This was an unequal battle—even facing dragons, centaurs had never felt such powerlessness.
Genetic oppression of life.
Disparate comparison of strength.
The predator's assault on prey made their fighting spirit and anger rapidly fade.
However, it was all too late.
Venom leaped up, and before the centaurs could react, it crashed down behind them.
Interlaced sharp teeth obscured vision.
Like eternal night descending.
Sticky blood shot skyward as the two centaurs knelt, their upper bodies collapsing powerlessly.
Chewing sounds crackled...
"Ohhhh~~~"
Feeling the sweetness and richness in its mouth, Venom squinted its eyes, trembling uncontrollably with emotion.
"Lisa, won't you really consider it?"
"This stuff tastes incredible!"
"I can share half with you."
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Venom smacked its lips, looking down with lingering taste at the Slytherins who had vomited themselves sick within the stone walls.
Lisa's face was deathly pale as she gritted her teeth and said coldly:
"Don't even think about it, bastard..."
"Ugh..."
(′?`」∠)
"Alright..."
"Actually, cold cuts aren't bad either..."
With a trace of regret, Venom turned toward the dense forest where many living centaurs remained.
No—they should be called takeout.
"This is centaur territory."
Centaur Bane limped out, his wild, disheveled beard still bearing traces of blood.
Behind him, several other centaurs supported each other as they stood, gripping bows and arrows tightly.
"No one can trample centaur dignity, filthy monster—the centaur tribe will definitely exterminate you, this disaster from hell..."
"No, kill you!"
"Including the foals!"
Bane's breathing was rapid and angry, his chest heaving violently with emotional fluctuations, eyes bloodshot, his gaze toward Venom filled with venomous hatred.
No one cares about food's emotions.
So Venom had no reaction to Bane's words, instead thoughtfully widening its eyes.
"Oh, I remember you!"
"The chocolate bean who brought me crab last time."
"Ah, that taste was so fresh."
"Slurp..."
"You ran so fast then..."
"I dream about you at night, haha."
The recovery of lost delicacy made Venom's saliva flow uncontrollably.
"Then don't just stand there."
"Don't worry, chocolate bean—I'll definitely savor your taste carefully."
"Come quickly into daddy's mouth."
As it spoke, the massive body's shadow loomed over Bane's head.
"No... no..."
"You can't..."
"We signed a contract..."
Bane considered himself the strongest warrior in the centaur tribe.
However, at this moment, facing genetic instinctual oppression and that uncontrollable fear, he couldn't help but tremble, his hooves unconsciously retreating...
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