"I already told you, an old and weaker version of the Crutious Curse. This one might be weaker but it's still pretty strong," Harry grinned as he heard the Centeurs arriving, quite loudly. Arrows flew through the air slamming into Acromantula's all around them. Aragog's eyes turned to sadness and only now did Harry notice that his own hair, and most likely eyes too, were red with bloodlust.